"Since you can't sleep, then don't sleep."
Arabella Vanderbilt shook her head, "…You held back last night, today we're almost at the final step…"
Joel Russo smiled softly.
He gave her a deep kiss on the lips.
Feeling her messy warm breath, he laughed:
"I can hold back, but it seems like you're the one who can't…"
Arabella's face turned red.
She wanted to tense her body, but the scene under the blanket was so chaotic it made her feel ashamed.
"I really can't…"
"Don't suppress yourself."
"Today I have to meet your mother…"
"Hmm, just once."
"…" She didn't believe his "just once!"
Joel didn't care whether she believed him or not; as he spoke, he had already kicked off her pajama pants with his foot.
When she felt his occasional touches, almost unmistakably "unable to hold back," Arabella, feeling nervous, raised her head and kissed the man's lips as he reached a certain angle with her legs, then slid downwards to suck on his Adam's apple.
