Be Eaten Up with Love

Chapter 16: One Night of Tenderness

I thought that people like Wayne Gilbert who was used to enjoy in a comfortable
position or environment would never bear to live in an old house with me without
air conditioning for one night.Unexpectedly, after he glanced around, his eyes
remained on the big bed of one meter five.
"If the action is a little drastic,will the bed collapse?"
I looked at him silly and instantly understood what he said, my face suddenly
turned red.
Although, I made love with him twice,my mind was still clean and I didn't
fantasize about the feeling of doing that thing with men in my mind.
"I haven't brought a man back, so no one has checked the quality of this bed with
me." After that, I immediately changed the topic, fearing that I had been
entangled in this issue for too long so that I couldn't stand.
"Do you want to drink water? There's water in the tea bottle. Let me pour you a
cup!"
He nodded. I quickly picked up the thermos, poured a cup with a disposable cup
and then handed it to him.
"No tea, you just make do with it. I'll take a bath,help yourself at home."
I opened the window and made the room as airy as possible. After it was not so
hot, I took my pajamas to the bathroom.
I took the slowest bath in my life. After applying body lotion to my body
unhurriedly, I was going to blow dry my hair. The bathroom door opened with a
'clicking' and Wayne Gilbert propped himself on the door with one hand: "So
slow, I thought you were fainted in the bathroom by hot !"

I was so embarrassed that blushed, and I quickly dried my hair with a hair dryer.
After a quarter of an hour, I turned off the hair dryer, tied up my hair with a leather
band and then walked out with a look of taking death calmly.
In the room, under the dense and changeful light, Wayne Gilbert leaned lazily on
the bed and looked at the novel under my pillow.
That was a novel published by a online literary female writer who Katherine
Gilbert liked. She was fascinated by it, a look of lost soul by the hero's collusion.I
was so curious that borrowed it from her for two days.
"The Hegemonic President Loves it Deeply"He opened a page and read the
colorful contents of the book. The more I listened, the more blushed I became, I
scolded Katherine Gilbert fiercely in my heart. After reading a few paragraphs, he
closed the book and walked slowly to me.
"Lydia Toland,I can't imagine you are so horny. You put it under your pillow and
read this kind of book, huh?"
Listening to his teasing tone and feeling the masculinity of his close proximity, my
legs were soft. It was undeniable that in front of Wayne Gilbert, no matter when I
was against him, the winning rate was basically zero.In bed, I even failed one
after another, it just lacked of not beg for mercy.
I smiled awkwardly and watched him put down the novel. Then he picked up my
soft body and pressed me onto the big bed.
The pajamas were ripped and the pajama trousers were killed in seconds.
Thinking of the previous two unpleasant experiences, I can't relax at all.

Wayne Gilbert quickly sensed my stiff body, after a slight frown, he slowed down
the pace.
I was constantly shaken by his superb skills, and soon forgot the previous two
unpleasant experiences and was brought into his world by him.
At this time, Wayne Gilbert suddenly turned on the bedside lamp and carefully
appreciated me.
The first two times, we groped for doing that thing in the darkness, I was not
ashamed to dare not to look him in the eye.But today, I was shocked by his
sudden turn on of the light.
"What are you doing?" I shrank my body and straightened his head,I was afraid
that his head would turn around to see my naked body.
"Why is the skin so white?" Wayne Gilbert looked at my blushing face and asked
with a smile on his lips.
I quickly turned off the bedside lamp and pulled out the plug: "Don't look at me."
In fact, even if the light was turned off, he could vaguely see my naked body
through the moonlight outside the window.
"What a boring woman you are!"
Outside the window, the moon was bright and the stars were sparse, the cicadas
kept chirping in some old locust trees.The weak moonlight was projected through
the cracks in the branches......