"Take your claw off me." Annie Taylor opened her eyes, not moving.
"Wife, did you miss me?" Ronald Loman ignored her words completely, pressing his chest tightly against her back.
"Ronald Loman, I'm telling you to take your claw off." Annie Taylor spoke again, her voice a bit more impatient.
Familiar with her temper, Ronald Loman didn't insist this time. He took his hand out from under her pajamas and wrapped it around her waist instead, but his chin rested on the back of her neck, gently caressing, his stubble brushing over, scattering kisses one by one.
Annie Taylor's body stiffened somewhat, her eyebrows knitted into a knot, holding back from speaking, hoping Ronald Loman would stop soon.
Obviously, her thoughts were wishful thinking. From beginning to end, Ronald Loman had no intention of stopping, becoming increasingly restless.
