Chapter 484 Moaning in the Bathroom
Elizabeth didn't say a word.
Michael seemed to have made up his mind long ago. "From now on, whatever I have, you can have too. Whatever you originally had, still belongs to you."
Elizabeth whispered, "That's too unfair to you."
Michael chuckled softly. "I can't help it. I just want to make you happy. As long as you're happy, it's all good."
Before they knew it, they had reached the hotel entrance. Elizabeth tightened her legs and whispered, "We're here. Put me down quickly."
Michael acted as if he didn't hear her and continued walking into the hotel lobby.
Elizabeth leaned close to his ear. "Michael! Put me down now!"
"I've carried you this far, a little longer won't hurt. Just relax. We're almost upstairs."
Elizabeth rested her head on his back, covering her face. She thought, 'Since we're in a foreign country where no one knows us, let him carry me. It's fine.'
At the door to their room, Michael turned his head back. "Open the door."
Elizabeth took out the key card and reached for the door handle, trying hard to open the door.
Michael still carried her inside, kicking the door shut behind them.
Elizabeth struggled to get down. "We're in the room now, aren't you going to put me down?"
Michael carried her to the bed and, with a swift move, turned her around to face him.
Elizabeth let out a surprised yelp.
By now, Michael was sitting on the edge of the bed, and she was sitting on his lap.
His strong arms were tightly wrapped around her.
Elizabeth raised her hand and patted his shoulder, struggling to stand up. "What are you doing? You scared me!"
Michael didn't let her move. He leaned close to her ear and asked in a low, husky voice, "What do you think of my arm strength?"
Elizabeth was momentarily stunned, not understanding why he suddenly asked that.
Then she remembered she had once teased him about getting old and losing his strength.
She couldn't help but laugh. Indeed, one should never casually tease a man. They hold grudges.
She laughed. "Your arm strength is great! You're amazing!"
To make her words more convincing, she even gave him a thumbs-up.
Michael suddenly stood up, still holding her tightly.
Elizabeth let out another surprised yelp and instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Michael! What are you doing now?"
He pressed her against the wall, burying his head in the crook of her neck. "I want you to deeply feel my love! And my strong arms! So you won't tease me again."
Elizabeth now understood what he was up to.
His hard penis was already pressing against her.
She pushed his head away. "No, no, no! We just walked on the beach and were in the sea breeze for so long. We haven't even showered yet!"
Michael looked deeply into her eyes, as if trying to discern if she was telling the truth.
After a few seconds, he carried her towards the bathroom.
Elizabeth patted him. "Where are you going?"
Michael opened the door and replied, "Didn't you say we need to shower first?"
Elizabeth quickly said, "I can go in by myself. You don't need to carry me!"
Michael was insistent. "I'm afraid if I put you down, you'll tease me about my arm strength again."
Elizabeth helplessly rested her head on his shoulder, laughing. "Okay, okay, I apologize."
Michael pretended to be sulking. "No way. I have to show you my real strength so you'll be convinced. Otherwise, you'll keep teasing me."
Elizabeth laughed loudly. "Haha, alright, I'll keep my mouth shut."
Michael gave her a playful look, as if to say: See, you can't help but tease me.
Michael put her down, undressed both of them, and turned on the shower.
Elizabeth felt a bit embarrassed. "Are we showering together?"
Michael nodded seriously. "Yep, to save time."
Elizabeth couldn't understand how this saved time.
The next moment, Michael made her understand.
He covered her body with foamy mousse and then rinsed it off. He quickly washed himself too.
Elizabeth asked, "Why are you washing so fast?"
As she spoke, she walked towards the door.
Michael pulled her back, lifted her, and pressed her against the wall.
The cold tiles of the bathroom wall made Elizabeth shiver.
Michael's eyes seemed to be on fire. He looked at her. "Hold on to me."
Elizabeth had just said "okay" when his kiss came crashing down.
Soon, she couldn't say another word.
Michael's kiss was fierce and intense, as if he had been holding back for a long time and was finally letting go.
Elizabeth was almost out of breath from his kiss. Luckily, she was still in his arms. Otherwise, she might not have been able to stand.
She looked at him with pleading eyes.
Michael finally let her go. "What's wrong?"
His chest was heaving, and he was breathing heavily, his eyes red.
Elizabeth whispered, "I can hardly breathe."
The shower was still running.
Michael didn't let her go. He continued to press her against the wall and kissed her deeply.
At the same time, his unrestrained desire, his penis, was already deep inside her, thrusting relentlessly.
Elizabeth protested again. "Michael! Put me down. I can't hold on."
Michael stopped and put her down.
As soon as Elizabeth's feet touched the ground, her legs gave way, and she almost fell.
Michael quickly caught her. "Careful!"
Elizabeth fell into his arms, lowered her head, and avoided looking at him, deliberately ignoring the muffled laughter coming from above her head.
Michael was still laughing, the laughter vibrating through his chest and reaching Elizabeth's cheek. She looked up and lightly slapped his chest, pouting. "Is it that funny?"
His bright eyes gazed at her. The bathroom, filled with steam, was getting warmer. Their bodies were flushed pink.
He pulled her to stand in front of the sink, making her face the mirror.
Elizabeth looked into the mirror, seeing their intertwined reflections. Suddenly, she let out an uncontrollable scream.
"Ah..."
Michael, standing behind her, entered her again, without hesitation, making love to her wildly.
Elizabeth couldn't help but press her hands against the foggy mirror. Her hands left moving prints on the glass as the man behind her continued his relentless assault.
Her soft breasts swayed back and forth with her movements.
The temperature in the bathroom kept rising.
Amid the sound of the shower, there were continuous moans from the woman, grunts from the man, and the never-ending sound of their bodies colliding.
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