In this mont, he lifted her up, joy spinning in circles right where they stood.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, calling him "husband" for the first ti without shyness, without barriers, without worries, and without regret. He happily kissed her again and again, as if the world had dissolved down to just the two of them.
On the way back, Mrs. Geoffrey couldn’t stop smiling.
Rebecca Quentin maintained a faint smile, yet her heart was even more excited than when she arrived.
She couldn’t believe it, occasionally pinching her thigh, afraid that everything happening now was just another dream...
Fortunately, every ti she felt a distinct pain.
It really hasn’t been easy, after so many years of bittersweet monts, finally reaching a satisfying conclusion at this mont.
Back ho, before she could even accept everyone’s congratulations, he had already pulled her into their room.
Desire burst forth at this mont, like a long-suppressed yearning...
He eagerly removed her clothes, and she impatiently removed his...
Clothes scattered on the floor, the room filled with rough panting and moans, no longer caring about anything else, just wanting to thoroughly possess each other...
At twilight, the setting sun’s afterglow fell onto the white bed through the light blue curtains.
Rebecca Quentin was nestled against Howard Geoffrey’s strong arm, the slipping blanket revealing her beautifully contoured sensual back.
She had sweated a lot, her lower body was damp and sticky, and she was too exhausted to do anything but lean against his embrace.
He held her, occasionally kissing her sweat-damp hair with endless affection.
Rebecca Quentin wearily closed her eyes but wasn’t asleep, nestling like a kitten in his arms, enjoying the tranquility of the mont.
"Becca..." he murmured huskily.
"Hmm?"
"Shall we go down to eat?"
Rebecca Quentin shook her head.
"Then I’ll stay here with you."
Rebecca Quentin instantly opened her eyes and declined, "No, you should go down, it’s almost dinner ti. If you don’t, they’ll think we are..."
As soon as they ca back, they huddled in the room and hadn’t gone out all afternoon; anyone could guess what they had been doing.
"Think what?" With that, Howard Geoffrey turned over and pressed Rebecca Quentin beneath him again.
Rebecca Quentin gazed at Howard Geoffrey with tired eyes, "You..."
Howard Geoffrey held her delicate face and murmured hoarsely, "What to do?"
"What do you an what to do?"
"I find myself never having enough of you." Bowing his head, he pecked lightly at her lips, pressing down gently against her.
Surprised by his sudden urge, Rebecca Quentin pushed his lowering body away, pleading, "I’m tired..."
He coaxed her, "You can sleep."
"I don’t want to... I want to shower." Saying this, she pushed him away and clutched the blanket, sitting up.
However, before she could get out of bed, he had already scooped her up, blanket and all.
Rebecca Quentin lightly punched his arm in mock annoyance, "Hey... I’m really tired..." She genuinely felt drained, her lower body completely void of strength, as if he’d wrung her dry.
Howard Geoffrey carried Rebecca Quentin into the bathroom, "Let’s shower together."
"I don’t want to..."
"Once more..."
"No..."
In the end, the bathroom was filled only with the coarse breath and varying lengths of their moans.
When Rebecca Quentin was carried out of the bathroom by Howard Geoffrey, although she was clean and refreshed, she had no strength left.
She felt that even if she stood, her legs would likely give way, while soone else seed recharged, vibrant, and full of energy.
After changing clothes, soone sat at the edge of the bed, affectionately tapping her little nose, "I’ll go check if there’s anything left to eat downstairs and bring sothing up for you."
Rebecca Quentin used the last bit of energy in her body to respond, "No need... I want to go down."
"Didn’t you say you were tired?"
"But I still want to see Andrew, I haven’t seen him all afternoon."
"Alright, I’ll wait for you downstairs."
"Okay."
With a lowering kiss, he finally left the room.
Rebecca Quentin clung to the blanket and barely managed to drag her limp body to lean against the headboard.
Indeed, you can’t underestimate n in their thirties, at the peak of their vitality; truly hard to handle...
However, with their ’diligent’ efforts, is it possible a little precious one is already in her belly now?
Gently caressing her stomach, Rebecca Quentin imagined her belly round and full with new life.
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