Chapter 332: A Call from her Husband
The room was quiet and warm, the soft white lights still glowing low along the walls. Lara lay curled against my side, completely naked except for the faint marks left by her garter straps on her thighs. Her head rested on my chest, one arm draped across my stomach, and one leg thrown over mine like she didn’t want even an inch of space between us. My hand moved slowly up and down her bare back, fingers tracing lazy lines along her spine.
"It’s your call, Lara," I said gently, looking down at her. "I’m here for the night anyways."
She nuzzled closer, hugging my chest tighter and wrapping her leg even more securely around mine, almost like a kid clinging to a pillow.
"Umm... I don’t wanna go home, Ezra," she mumbled against my skin.
I chuckled softly, my hand still stroking her back.
"Haha, then stay here only maybe..."
She tapped her forehead lightly against my chest a couple of times, thinking.
"But my husband might come home from work now," she said, voice small and unsure.
"Ohh, I see..." I replied. I kept my tone calm. "Then you should tell him that you’ll be outside tonight?"
"Hmmm... yeaa..." she dragged the word out long, still thinking. After a few seconds she lifted her head and looked up at me, eyes sparkling with a mix of curiosity and hope. "What about you though? Are you loving it with me?"
I paused for half a second.
Client satisfaction. That’s what mattered here. If she felt bad or unwanted, my reputation would take a hit fast. I couldn’t say no.
"Yep, I loved it a lot with you, Lara," I said, smiling as I cupped her cheeks with both hands. I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her forehead. "A whole lot."
She closed her eyes, a sweet smile spreading across her face.
"Umm... thank you so much..." she whispered, voice warm and happy. She snuggled back down, pressing her cheek to my chest again, arms tightening around me like she wanted to stay glued there forever.
We stayed like that for a while—bodies tangled, her breathing slow and content against my skin. My hand kept moving gently up and down her back, while inside my head the clock was ticking. Aeri was still in the hospital. She’d probably wake up early tomorrow morning, and I needed to be there when she did.
But for these few quiet minutes, I let Lara stay close, holding her like everything was fine.
She let out a tiny, happy sigh.
"I really don’t want to leave yet," she murmured.
I kissed the top of her head again.
"Then don’t," I said softly.
She smiled against my chest and hugged me even tighter.
The room was quiet and warm, the soft white lights casting a gentle glow over the messy bed. Lara lay curled against me, her naked body pressed close, one arm draped across my chest. She looked up at me with soft, satisfied eyes and cupped my cheeks with both hands.
"I also loved it a lot with you," she whispered, then leaned in and kissed me on the lips — slow, sweet, and lingering.
"I know... I can see that well enough," I said, chuckling against her mouth.
"Hehe..." She giggled right on my face, her breath warm and playful.
*RING... RING...*
Suddenly, her phone started ringing from the small purse she had dropped on the floor earlier.
Our eyes widened at the same time. She quickly pulled away and crawled to the edge of the bed to grab it.
"Ahh... it’s from him only..." she said with a sigh, sitting up on the bed. Her naked back faced me — smooth skin still flushed, hair messy and falling over one shoulder.
She answered the call, switching her voice to bright and cheerful like nothing had happened.
"Hello hello!" she said, smiling wide as if everything was perfectly normal. "Yess... I am, I am..."
She casually crossed one leg over the other while talking, still completely naked, sitting right there on the edge of the bed.
Looking at her like that — relaxed, chatting with her husband while her body still carried marks from me — a wicked little idea popped into my head. I smirked and quietly moved behind her on my knees.
I reached around and cupped both her big, soft tits in my hands, squeezing them gently.
"Am... yeah, they did say that," she continued on the phone, her voice stuttering just a little. Her eyes fluttered half-closed in pleasure as I leaned in and started kissing and smooching the side of her neck — slow, wet kisses that made her shiver.
"So have you reached home?" she asked her husband, trying to keep her voice steady.
I turned her face toward me with one hand. Her eyes were sultry as hell now — dark, heavy, full of heat. We kissed deeply while she was still on the call with him. My hands kept kneading her tits, thumbs brushing over her nipples, while our lips moved together — slow, hungry, and secret.
I leaned down and kissed her again — deep and slow. Our tongues tangled together, sliding and tasting each other while she tried to keep her voice steady on the call. My fingers found her nipples, twirling them gently at first, then giving them a light pull.
"Ahm..." She gasped softly, breaking the kiss for a second. Her eyes fluttered, but she quickly recovered.
"I see... so you have reached home..." she said, forcing a smile even though her voice wavered a little.
I didn’t stop. While she spoke, I let my hand slide slowly down her stomach — fingers tracing over her soft skin, moving lower until I reached the heat between her legs. She was still wet and warm from earlier. My fingertips brushed gently over her pussy, teasing her folds without pushing inside.
Lara bit her lip hard, trying not to moan. Her free hand grabbed my shoulder, nails digging in as she struggled to keep her voice normal.
