Alexandre had to laugh. A warm, liberated laugh that echoed through the room. Lily's cheeks were hot because of shame. She and her big mouth. She bit her lips.
He was a poem of Adonis. The bronze skin tightened tightly over the finely defined muscles. For the first time in two lives, she was so close to a man. An almost naked man. Shirtless. With a sixpack. She had never seen a sixpack. So far, she had only seen a sixpack on television or on billboards. But it was real. Lily just had to stare at him. Every woman would have done that! She simply could not do anything else! Alexandre had a great torso full of hard muscles. He only wore a blue boxer shorts. But hell, this man was so hot!
If still possible, she blushed even deeper and gave a small embarrassed moan. Lily tore herself away from the moment and turned around, dropping her face into the pillow.
She tried to calm down, took a deep breath. Then she heard a rustling next to her. Feeling the blanket being pulled aside. Alexandre lay down next to her. For a few seconds their eyes met. He laughed. "I wanted to show you why you should sleep in my bed. Every night!"
Then he gently pulled her into his arms. Lily squeaked in surprise. He rested her head against his chest. It felt wonderful.
But then she tried to move away from him again. She pressed her filigree hands against his broad chest. He knew she was shy. But that made the situation all the more exciting for him. "Come here." Playfully he moved his hand under the hem of her negligee. He was glad that the stylist had equipped her with fine negligee. Then he slowly moved his hand over her thigh. She gasped sharply and narrowed her eyes. Her full lips quiver like a pouting child. "Do not challenge me!"
It was even harder to suppress his laughter at that sight. She was so entertaining. At first she was like a shy bunny hiding from him and then she suddenly became a hissing kitten. He liked that. She did not try to impress or charm him, like other women. She was completely natural. She did and said only what she wanted. And that attracted him. "Challenge you?"
"I know exactly what you are doing here! And I don't think it's funny. You just said, in bed, I'll set the tone. And I need a meter of legroom!" She struggled in his arms, trying to loosen his firm grip. Unsuccessful.
"Stop struggling! Look we don't know each other that well, but I'm still your husband. And we should start to know each other better." He said with a mischievous grin on his lips, before gently kissing the corner of her mouth and softly caressing her lips with his. Her breath caught and in her eyes lay helplessness. "I'll keep you warm." His tone sounded amused. Alexandre wanted to kiss her over and over again. Her hair, her ears, her forehead, her cheeks, her shoulders, her neck, her clavicle, her chest, her stomach, her hands. All over. Every inch of her soft skin he wanted to explore with his kisses. But she was not ready yet. He could accept that. Alexandre would give her time. As much as she wanted. He knew the best came in the end. He could wait for it. It would then taste all the sweeter. Reluctantly, he released her. Snorting, she moved away from him. "Stop teasing me so much!" Snorted Lily. Then she hurriedly pulled the blanket over her scarlet red head to hide under it. She felt her stupid heart beat wildly under her breast. Lily was flustered.
Then he suddenly pulled down the blanket again. He laughted at her discomfort. "Relax, love, I'm not going to jump on you." That calmed her somehow. Until he added. "Not until you beg me." Then he kissed her on the forehead and let himself sink back into his pillow. He moved slightly towards her, so she did not notice.
"Sleep Lily!" Lily could not sleep right now, not after this show.
She was trying to figer it all out. All these emotions and feelings. These thoughts that haunted her mind. The words he had said. But her head was a mess. She no longer understood herself.