Adam curved his finger and flicked her forehead, rarely retorting, "Do not worry; your husband has plenty of stamina."
Sophia laughed even harder at these words and directly rolled into Adam's arms.
The two started kissing again.
Sophia could not remember how many times she and Adam kissed that day; she only remembered many times, yet always not enough. So before going to sleep, she asked Adam for a goodnight kiss again.
Adam was very gentle, placing the kiss on Sophia's forehead, but Sophia said it was not enough.
"I want a French kiss, the kind where you stick your tongue deep in."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I am sure."
Adam said nothing more, just held the back of her head and gave her a deep kiss with intertwined lips and tongues as she wished. But after the kiss, Sophia was wet again.
Truly not living up to expectations.
In the end, it was still Adam who wiped her clean, reapplied the ointment, then held her to sleep, entering dreamland together with her.
