UNDER HIS RULES

Without hesitation, Samuel nodded. He kissed Beatrice while his hands rubbed some of her cheeks. Because of the gentleness, the passion that had been slightly diminished in Beatrice began to be rekindled. Beatrice liked activities that were done with gentleness, no rush, relaxed, and made them both tired because the activity of being together required a lot of energy.

Samuel’s hand did not stay still. He stroked Beatrice’s back, which was free of everything but her long hair. This time it was much gentler than before. Samuel’s fingertips made a deliberate circular motion there. Which elicited a response in the form of a sizzle that Beatrice could not resist.

Especially the curve at the back of her waist, right up to Beatrice’s coccyx. The more Samuel touched her, the more his wife hissed.

Beatrice tried to loosen the kiss a little, but Samuel’s other hand held her back. He did not let Beatrice get away from him. Where the lick was even more lulling, Beatrice was lulled. The strokes on her back also made her more restless. For some reason, she moved her right hand to stroke Samuel’s groin. This friction, she believed, was a form of frustration she had.

Almost every surface of Beatrice’s lips could not be separated from Samuel’s licks. Both her upper and lower lips were slightly swollen. Even as the tip of Samuel’s tongue broke gently into Beatrice’s mouth. They turned and sucked each other again. The coherent sucking sounds immersed them even more in the passion that had drowned them.

His wife just released the grip. They had to breathe. They should not be deprived of oxygen just because their kiss was too long and they did not want to stop for a moment. Their foreheads pressed together afterwards, where they both filled their lungs with plenty of oxygen.

“I don’t know why I remember what Anne said, Sam,” Beatrice said quietly. She was still trying to get her breathing back to normal.

“What words?” Samuel smoothed Beatrice’s hair as he tucked it into her ear. Talking this close to Beatrice was fun, even if it made him feel a little tortured. Didn’t Beatrice know that just touching Beatrice’s unobstructed property down there was excruciating? It made Samuel want to quickly remove the last cloth covering his body.

“Anne said if a man touches my hair with a look, it means I let him touch half of my heart.”

Samuel decided to listen.

“But if that man grabs it firmly, it means I belong to him at that moment. What does that mean?”

God! Why was Samuel’s trial not only Beatrice’s? But Anne, who was totally unexpected! And why is Beatrice also questioning him with her innocent look? Beatrice really makes his soul struggle and his mind collapses!

“What do you think?” This question was asked with considerable effort. Don’t let the complexity that Samuel had suddenly acquired show.

“I’m asking because I don’t know.” Beatrice put some distance between them. “I allowed you to touch my hair even before we were married. That means…”

“You thought of me in secret.” Samuel smiled slightly. He tucked a strand of Beatrice’s hair that touched his face slightly.

Beatrice scowled, but couldn’t help it. “You’ve never done this before, have you?”

Samuel closed his eyes for a moment. The image of Beatrice doing it to Samuel became more and more real.

“Do you want to know?” asked Samuel as he rubbed the wrinkles on Beatrice’s forehead. “Don’t think too much, Bee. It’s not appropriate. You should just act spontaneously. I’m already starting to catch up with your behavior.”

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“Well, do you want to know or not?” asked Samuel with a big grin. Beatrice was an ordeal in double square form. She was in a very intimate position, chatting away, which made the original Samuel even more dizzy. But unfortunately the opponent was frowning. Confused and dizzy. Because of the thoughtless speech.

Eh … Anne must have thought. But because it was told to Beatrice, who needed time to digest it, it made her dizzy. Should she talk to her parents-in-law? Shouldn’t she give her son all kinds of advice in figurative language? It was nothing, Samuel was afraid to push too hard, because Beatrice’s innocence was like a test of courage for him.

“I will,” Beatrice said simply. Her beady eyes looked directly at her husband, who sighed softly.

“Are you sure? But you can’t protest, you know.”

“Why can’t you protest?” Beatrice looked at her husband closely. Looking for a lie or just a curious look that Samuel often gave her.

“I have a headache from holding back all this time. I don’t want to be stopped in the middle of the road.”

“Huh?” Beatrice gaped.

“So the choice is either continue to find out what Anne means, or stop asking about hair. Then resume our interrupted activity,” Samuel said as he lightly squeezed Beatrice’s ass. “Don’t torture me too much, Bee.”

“But if I take Anne’s point, we’ll end up making love, won’t we?”

What else could Samuel do but nod?

“Then I’d like to know what Anne means,” Beatrice replied with a broad grin. She put her arms around Samuel’s neck again. She pecked the corner of Samuel’s lips, which were now grinning faintly.

“Then let me go, Bee.”

Beatrice’s brow furrowed.

“You get off.”

Beatrice blinked softly. “Why do you have to come down?”

“Do you want to know?”

This was Samuel setting up his wife, God! Why did Beatrice have to be so innocent to give him a look, but also a nod that had no hesitation in it? Even now, his wife was slowly disengaging from him. “Stop, that’s enough.”

Samuel’s words made Beatrice even more astonished. Because when her husband asked her to stop, it was right at her groin. Where Samuel’s was already exposed, though still covered by his boxer shorts. For some reason, Beatrice’s hand was gently stroking there. Stroking it slowly, which made Samuel hiss.

Even though he was still wearing boxers, Samuel’s had been teasing him since before.

“Open up, Bee,” Samuel ordered quietly. He made himself comfortable between the pile of pillows Beatrice had made earlier. Without saying much, his wife removed the last of the blankets that were covering Samuel’s. It was a bit of a surprise, as Beatrice felt that this time he was much larger than before. She gently touched Samuel’s cock as she massaged it.

“No hands, Bee,” Samuel said as he closed his eyes for a moment. The softness of Beatrice’s hands touching him made him even more dizzy. Especially at the thought of Beatrice actually using her mouth to touch him. “But use your mouth, Bee.”

Beatrice was silent for a while, but then that faint grin appeared. Her husband had no problem pulverizing her greedily, why couldn’t she? She lightly ruffled the hair that covered her face. Slowly she took the tip of Samuel’s shaft into her mouth. Even though she didn’t understand what the hair grip had to do with it, Beatrice just went along with it.

She caught a glimpse of her husband with his eyes tightly shut. He growled at the taste that had just greeted him. More than just warm and soft, especially when the tip of her tongue touched there. Just like Beatrice, who was suddenly nervous because Samuel’s felt so full in her mouth.

“Don’t bite it, Bee. Just suck on it. Lick it like you’re eating candy. You know?”

Even though her mouth was full, she tried to nod. She frowned slightly as an unfamiliar taste greeted her taste buds. He also tried to get used to what Samuel had in his mouth. He licked every surface of Samuel’s manhood, which stood perfectly erect in front of his face. Occasionally, he kissed the tip, making sure there was nothing wrong with what he was doing.

“Take it, Bee. Put it in your mouth and spit it out.” Samuel sat up a little. He was holding Beatrice’s long hair together. Aside from not hindering Beatrice’s movement, it also showed the intentions his wife wanted to know. “Here.” Samuel led Beatrice to do what his subordinate’s words implied.

Well, Samuel had Anne to thank. Indirectly, by making Beatrice do what he had imagined for a while. From that grip, Samuel also gave instructions on what to do to satisfy himself. Slowly the mouth played its part well. Beatrice’s hair was completely in Samuel’s grip. It was a bit tight, especially when Samuel felt himself being pulled deep into Beatrice’s mouth.

“Ah! Beatrice!” Samuel sighed. The taste that Beatrice’s mouth produced turned him on even more. Her movements also became more intense, which was quite overwhelming for Samuel. This wet feeling that enveloped his manhood was so tempting to him. Plus…

“Oh my, Beatrice!”

The sucking that Beatrice was doing there made Samuel even more aroused. This time, as if on purpose, Beatrice sucked quite hard. This made Samuel really tensed up by Beatrice. He held Beatrice’s hair tighter and tighter as he became more and more engrossed in what his wife was doing. It was easy to teach Beatrice something new like this, and to Samuel’s delight, Beatrice did not resist. She didn’t give him a disapproving look, but actually seemed to enjoy this kulum-sucking activity.