Chapter 90: Favorite Place
After my climax, Christian stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Leslie, I wish I could express just how badly I want to take you here and now," he said, helping me keep my balance. "I don’t think I’ll be able to get you out of my mind for the rest of the night."
I only managed to reply with a smile. My body was still enveloped in the bliss of my release, and I found it difficult to do anything other than lean against the wall while Christian supported me.
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After I found my footing, we walked out to his car. In the trunk, he pulled out a few bags and handed one of them to me.
"What’s this?" I asked curiously.
"Just a few things I bought during our trip. It’s mainly a fine porcelain tea set, which I think your parents will appreciate."
"You’re too nice," I said quietly. My legs were still slightly shaky from the earlier fun.
"Me? Not at all," he replied, smiling.
We carried the bags inside, pretending as if Christian didn’t just eat me out. I could still feel the moisture between my legs as we walked, constantly reminding me of how Christian’s soft lips felt as they pressed against my sensitive skin.
As we entered the dining room, all eyes were on us. I was certain that we would be questioned on why we took so long, Christian tactfully lifted the bags in his hands, successfully distracting everyone.