"You should be rewarded for that."And I was. She pulled me on top and I pushed steadily into her as she wrapped her legs around my thighs and drew me ...n as well. I wasn't in any hurry and she wasn't either. We made slow, rhythmic love, our lips laying light kisses on our faces and neck while now and then nibbling on an earlobe. It was another pathway to ecstasy and I wanted to explore all of them.When we finished I knew we had both been satisfied and that was all that mattered to me. She was a. Suddenly her phone rang and out of blue she hugged me in fear. I was feeling her boobs crushing against my chest. I looked into her eyes and there was lust, love, and pain. I slowly went near her lips and kissed her. Still, she was hugging me but didn’t respond. I hugged her, even more, tighter and kissed her forehead.I told her that she deserves at least this. She got emotional. I wiped her tears and kissed in her neck and earlobes. She was breathing heavier. Now I looked into her eyes. This. Neither of us said anything. I turned back to the stove and Jared passed behind me, another sandwich on his plate, to sit at the kitchen table. He ate in silence while I stood at the stove stirring my pasta. I could feel his eyes on me, like a physical presence against my back. The longer he sat, the heavier it grew, slowly boring through me to stare down into my pants where my dick throbbed. He knew. He had to.When Jared finally stood and went to drop his plate in the sink, I felt light. Thanked her so much and asked her to stay for a coffee. I was just in my boxers and she was staring at my chest and smiling ever so faintly. So I didn’t make an attempt to wear a shirt either. She volunteered to prepare the coffee. I obliged and showed her the kitchen. She tied her hair into a bun and then tucked her pallu to the waist. That scene was so mind-blowing that I was just looking at her. The scent from her underarms when she raised her hands to tie her hair drove me crazy. After the.