Substitute Mother

Chaptre 70. Burn The Bed's

The kiss was originally ordinary. Just want to taste the sweetness of each other. Without demands, without anyone dominating. Jeanno first pulled her face which made Judith's forehead wrinkle with dislike and she opened her eyes, casting a gaze of protest as to why the intimacy was only short-lived. Jeanno smiled, before reuniting the disconnected link. This time, without a break. Her lips moved wildly until Judith's head was pushed back. Jeanno dominates, tastes, bites, teases until his opponent moans. Judith who did not want to lose, retaliated equally wildly. The sound of the luster is connected with the swift rain. Compared to the cold outside temperature due to rain, the middle room is actually heating up. The demand to feel the tenderness of their skin to each other grew even greater.

Jeanno growled, her large hands lifting Judith's slender body into her lap without breaking their fondling. With Judith's position higher than Jeanno's, making it easier for the girl to master the game, Jeanno happens to relinquish. Like wanna see how, or how much Judith wants it.

His hands went up and down rubbing Judith's back, while the girl's hands were busy tearing Jeanno's hair. Around their chins they're wet with saliva, who doesn't belong. Who cares too?

Judith cut off their ranum because of her need for oxygen. Jeanno looked at him whose vision was misty for passion. Judith knew, if she decided to continue, then there would be no way for her to retreat.

But he also did not want to back down.

Jeanno brought her face closer to Judith's neck. Letting his lips be active there, while his hands were originally perched at the waist, now rubbing, kneading, creeping the inner thighs of the girl. Made him hear a whimper that felt like oil being poured in a fire. The more intense flames that eroded the common sense of the two human children.

Jeanno wanted to stop, but her body's response said otherwise. He didn't want to, and he couldn't stop! Judith is so sweet, like a new opium to her.

After making some marks, the young man raised his face. Meeting with the glare of the opponent. No words were spoken, but both understood what they wanted. Judith nodded slowly. Enough to permit Jeanno to go further.

And it caught Jeanno well. The young man got up still holding Judith's body. The two reunite with their rannum, this time without pressure as they must maintain balance to climb the stairs to Judith's room.

Yeah, not Jeanno's room.

If under normal circumstances, Judith's heart would definitely hurt. Knowing the fact that Jeanno still respects Nayara not to make love in her bed. But under the current circumstances, there was nothing Judith wanted other than to share her warmth with Jeanno. Wherever it is.

His body was carefully laid. In contrast to their domineering appearance, this time it was much softer and deeper. Judith turned her body, which had been on Jeanno's top. To make it easier for the man's hand to grab the zipper of his dress. And sure enough, after the change of position, the hand was looking backwards where the hook zipper was located. Once he found it, without wasting any time Jeanno put it down. The man cut off the ties of their lips, to look at that beautiful body. It made him impatient to strip off every thread attached to Judith's body.

Just like that, when two humans with their individual needs meet, there is nothing they want but to fulfill those needs. No matter what the taste is, no matter what agreement is involved. Ignoring everything, the two shared warmth with each other. Exclusion of the distance that exists only to taste the sweetness of each other. The beat for the sake of the beat coupled with the whimper as beautiful as strings, became opium that made their common sense erode. Don't stop, just rest for a moment they don't want to. All they know, they just want to pick up white together.

The sturdy body growled as it went through its release period. He lowered his head, peeping at the shoulders of the woman below him who was still breathing.

“Nayara..”.

One name just got away with it. The name spoken as a form of satisfaction after releasing the white. The name that managed to cut a new wound in Judith's heart.

The woman who had just been invited to fly, now feels like she was dropped back. But Judith recalled her offer the other day, saying that Jeanno could use her if she missed Nayara. Well, now Jeanno does, and he has no right to be angry, right?

Judith hugged Jeanno's neck. Let it be, let it be if their hot romance is passed by assuming he is Nayara. It's okay, it's okay that Judith can feel the gentle treatment she gave Nayara.

Again, it is not Nayara. Only a shadow Jeanno would never be able to touch.

Judith did not have time to rethink her feelings because Jeanno first twisted her body. Realizing their hot game is not over.

**

Hannah was a little surprised why Mark didn't greet her warmly as usual. The young man did pick her up, but there was no smile or gentle hug. The young man's expression was tense and like holding back anger.

Once home, Mark headed straight for the kitchen. Allowing Hannah to clean herself first in the bathroom.

“Mark.”

“Have finished the bath?” Hannah nodded. “Sit, Hannah. I have something to ask you”

Hannah according. Take a spot in the right pantry seat in front of Mark.

“Are you still dancing?”

Hannah's forehead shriveled. “What do you mean? Of course I'm still dancing, Mark. You drive and pick me up every time”

Deg.

Hannah's face paled. Something must have triggered Mark so he asked like that. “I.. don't understand you mean”

“Oh yes, you clearly understand the meaning of my question, Hannah. I never interrupted your work. I just want your honesty here. I'm tired of your shrewdness covering everything from me. Hannah...”

The girl looked at Mark's sad gaze. “Ya?”

“Do you still appreciate me as your lover?”

“What are you talking about, Mark? Of course I consider you so”

“Then why are you hiding so many things from me?” mark's rising voice made Hannah shudder, afraid. He never saw anger controlling Mark. And it turns out that it is true that the anger of the silent people is many times more terrible.

“I.. You said you wanted to wait”

Mark leaned his back on the head of the chair. “I am willing to wait. But not all this time, Hannah. We live one roof, share a blanket together. But it's like I don't know you. You're different, very different from the Hannah I used to know”

Hannah lowered her head, twisting her fingers. “I did stop dancing on the main stage”

“Why?”

“There are VIP guests who want me to dance just for her. So that's what I do every time I go to work”

One of Mark's eyebrows shot up. Not liking the fact that Hannah is contorting her body to one special man. “Who?”

“You don't know him”

“What does this have to do with Johnny's refusal to bar me from entering?”

“Then it. I don't know Mark”.

Mark threw his face away. “You need how much?”

“Ya?”

“How much money do you need to make you quit that job”

Hannah shaking. “I can't stop now, Mark”

“Why?”

“There are one and another things that make me stay there. Please, just give me a minute”

Mark massaged the base of his nose. Looks like their chatter entered a dead end because as hard as Mark forced it, Hannah was still reluctant to open her mouth. The man stood up from his chair.

“Last week I went home. Monday I will drive you again to the cafe as usual”

Finals. Mark's decision was unanimous, without waiting for Hannah's response, the man stepped into their room to go to bed first. No hugs, no kisses on the forehead, no goodnight.

And it was Hannah's own fault.

**