The Love of the Racer
Almost Anyways

A pair of feet wrapped in sneakers are already on foot in front of the door of an apartment. Hand moves steadily pressing the doorbell with a stirring sensation.

Not long the door leaf opened and coincided with that Monica appeared from there. The woman was a little surprised by the look on her questionable face. "Where do you know this place? I didn't even tell you before."

"I want to meet him." Jeaven instead answered Monica's question without further ado.

Just moments ago, the cold, handsome man received a report from his man about the address where Jesslyn lived. Until here he stands now.

"He's asleep. It's late at night. Don't you understand time?" Monica still refuses to let Jeaven in.

"Let me see it."

"Why see it? He just got home from the hospital, so don't bother him who's resting."

The tongue did not immediately release the word, Jeaven actually raised a flat gaze but was able to intimidate Monica. Until the woman ended up breathing from her lips.

"I know you have feelings for Jesslyn, even though to my knowledge it wasn't long ago. I also know, you want to make amends, but don't act amnesiac about your status as a husband to Verlin." The cute-faced woman reminded. The interlocutor had forgotten that his wiggle room to approach Jesslyn was blocked by the marriage bond.

Jeaven suddenly raised all ten of his big fingers to the chest. Serious strokes also accompany the tongue to further say. "I'm sure this can tear down your perception of me."

Jeaven's ambiguous attitude was lucky not to make it difficult for Monica's intelligent brain to deduce what was in front of her eyes. Up to the relief of his body's instructions to slightly shift from the doorway. Gives access to guests.

"You're amazing, your super-covered nature makes me want to kick your ass to the bottom of the sea. What am I really assuming?" Monica was suddenly upset. The mouth continued to grumble as it closed the door. "Am I not your friend, too? You-"

Monica's nagging stopped as her eyes caught no more of the surrounding Jeaven. The woman then walked to Jesslyn's room and it turned out that the manly body was already there.

"Ck! She could even immediately smell Jesslyn's whereabouts without me telling her first," she said in disbelief and then gave the space and time for Jeaven to be with Jesslyn.

In the room Jeaven observed Jesslyn who seemed to be lulled in a dream. Next to his hand extended towards the woman's face carefully, brushing the covering child's hair. Until the viewing room more freely enjoy the natural beautiful pahantan.

Suddenly a desire returned to woo the heart. The big lips in front are very tempting to taste. Jeaven, who had already torn down the wall of self-defense against Jesslyn, preferred to follow the impulse of his current wishes.

Kissed Jesslyn's lips with a glance. Maybe it is just a clinging movement that does not feel impregnated. He continued to bring his face down to the woman's stomach and back to anchor a kiss of anxiety.

As if the fetus inside Jesslyn's stomach was signaling through the soul's heart, Jeaven's chest again trembled wonderfully. A foreign touch in the heart seems to give a happy sensation. The man had even subconsciously scored such a conspicuous smile.

"Your mother hates me so much right now. If tomorrow morning your mother continues to deny that you are my son, please help this father yes." He whispered almost noiseless, invites the fetus to interact.

At first Jeaven thought that Jesslyn was being distracted by her touch. However, a clear circle that suddenly poked from the tip of the woman's eyes dismissed her assumptions.

"Did I make you cry in your dreams too? I'm really bad." The man glistened inwardly. The tongue again curses itself, because of the increasingly gnawing regret.

Because of the thrust of Jeaven's instinct to carry his body through the lip of the bed so that his feet no longer touch the floor. Slowly, he sidled into the blanket and pulled Jesslyn into his arms.

"Based habit. When you sleep like a fainted." He rubbed Jesslyn's back warmly.

Apparently the gentle actions of Jeaven made Jesslyn again find her peaceful sleep. The warm touch of the man was so crumbling.

Even the woman moved herself to be more attached to the body of the plenipotentious Jeaven. Until the man had to hold his breath as Jesslyn's little hand slipped into the shirt and stopped in her chest.

Looks like Jeaven's been tested tonight. Down there Jesslyn's feet moved mischievously, swiping at something that slowly began to wriggle. In the early seconds, the man was lulled in favor. It was very desirable for him to pounce on the woman's body at that very instant.

The received signal quickly reaches the top of the head. The brain immediately replayed his memories with Jesslyn while making love. Although it starts from a mistake, but still the sense of pleasure is there. And he will never forget his first experience forever.

Gebuan desire began to cheer melodiously. Passion libido is getting too high. Jeaven was lulled by the whispers of an incessant temptation to seduce.

The hand that originally gave a swab on Jesslyn's back moved down into her pajamas pants until it met with a chewy mound. Not satisfied, jemarin continues to creep deeper until it meets greetings with thin and fine feathers.

However, Jeaven again pulls his hand along with sanity that knocks common sense. He also swallowed back his crazy desire that was uncontrollable while cursing himself.

Damnit damnit! Just barely!

Jeaven immediately grabbed Jesslyn's body which was still sleeping because of regret in the chest. The power of lust almost invites him to act something that will certainly hurt the woman again.

Jeaslyn's apology has not been obtained, he wants to act again.

Basic Jeaven!

Sorry, I went back to acting crazy.

Connect~~