Chapter 528 The Passion in the Changing Room
Elizabeth ignored Michael's dismissive gestures and words, brushing away his hand that was gripping her chin.
Feeling the familiar touch of his chest, Elizabeth was hit with a wave of nostalgia.
She extended her arms, wrapping them around Michael, closing her eyes, and deeply inhaling his familiar scent.
She murmured softly, "Michael, Michael..."
Michael continued to lift her chin, speaking coldly, "You're annoying."
Elizabeth was forced to look up at him. "Michael, do you know? You actually hate it when people get close to you. Nolan is the same way. Do you remember Nolan? He's our son. But look, now I'm leaning against you, and you don't show any sign of rejection. What does that mean? It means we were once incredibly close. We were lovers for a long time, intimate partners. No one in this world can tear us apart."
As she spoke, Elizabeth raised her arm and gently pushed Michael's chest.
Caught off guard, Michael fell back onto the sofa behind him.
Elizabeth pressed down on his shoulders, straddling his legs.
She began to skillfully undo his tie, then the buttons of his shirt.
Michael sat motionless, allowing Elizabeth to sit on his lap and do as she pleased.
Elizabeth lowered her head to unbuckle his belt.
Her hand reached for the zipper of his suit pants.
Elizabeth unzipped Michael's pants, reached inside, and freed his penis, gently stroking it.
"You say you've forgotten me. I don't believe a word of it. Not a single word. I'll make you remember me. Even if you can't recall me as a person, you'll remember my body. You only have me, how can you forget the feeling of us being together? We've done so many intimate things, kissing, touching, making love."
Michael's arms suddenly tightened, pulling Elizabeth close.
He raised his hand to hold the back of her head, tilting his head to decisively silence her incessant talking with a kiss.
"Elizabeth, stop talking and kiss me properly. Did you talk this much when we used to make love?"
His large hand slapped her butt heavily. "You're distracted, don't you know? Look at me, focus!"
Michael kissed her fiercely, his hand roughly kneading Elizabeth's breasts.
"You're seducing me like this, aren't you just asking me to rape you? Come on!"
Elizabeth couldn't help but cry out, "Michael, be gentle, it hurts."
His hand moved to her rounded buttocks, kneading them continuously.
Elizabeth sat on Michael's lap, her arms wrapped around his neck. Her soft breasts kept brushing against his body.
Michael sat up straight, removing his tie and tossing his suit jacket aside.
She helped him unbutton the cuffs of his shirt. Then, her hand reached for his penis.
Elizabeth's body moved up and down on Michael's lap.
Pleasurable moans escaped her lips.
Michael occasionally paused to slap her butt, the sound echoing.
Red marks were clearly visible on Elizabeth's buttocks.
She hadn't seen him for so long, hadn't felt his body, his touch, his strength for so long.
Elizabeth missed Michael's scent, his kisses, the feeling of him moving on her.
She cupped his face, kissing him passionately.
Michael responded almost violently, his tongue invading her mouth, sweeping everything inside.
Growing unsatisfied with this level of intimacy, he stood up, holding her, and switched their positions.
Elizabeth was pressed onto the sofa, letting out a soft moan.
Her long hair spread out on the sofa. She gazed at Michael with deep affection, who was now looking down at her.
Michael showed no tenderness. He grabbed her ankle, pulling her closer.
Elizabeth let out another muffled moan.
He knelt on the sofa, positioning his erect penis at her body.
Michael held her legs, thrusting forward, moving in and out of her body.
Elizabeth couldn't hold back, crying out repeatedly.
Tears streamed down her face. "Michael, I miss you so much, so much. Have you ever thought about me?"
Michael didn't respond, focusing solely on his movements.
In front of him, Elizabeth's breasts swayed with his thrusts.
He suddenly withdrew from her body.
Elizabeth looked at him with dazed eyes, her gaze misty. Her lips slightly parted, as if waiting for his kiss.
Michael breathed heavily, roughly flipping her over, making her kneel on the sofa, facing away from him.
He embraced her from behind, re-entering her body, continuing his thrusts.
His hands finally had free rein to grasp her full breasts, kneading them continuously.
His breathing grew heavier.
Elizabeth's cries became more and more intoxicating.
She gripped the sofa tightly, feeling like her body was being torn apart.
Michael's pace quickened noticeably.
Finally, he held Elizabeth's waist tightly, trembling inside her body.
She heard his muffled groans against her back.
Elizabeth collapsed onto the sofa, feeling utterly drained.
Michael stood up, slowly withdrawing from her body.
He grabbed a wet wipe from the table, cleaning himself. Then, he began to dress, his expression indifferent.
Elizabeth watched his actions in disbelief, unable to help but ask, "Michael, don't you have anything to say to me?"
He looked down at her coldly, as if the person who had just shared an intimate moment with him was merely a servant, unworthy of his compassion.
"Aren't you going to get dressed? Or do you want someone to come in and admire your naked body? Elizabeth, I didn't know you had such a fetish."
Elizabeth hadn't recovered from their lovemaking. She looked at the cold man in front of her in disbelief.
"Michael, if you ever regain your memory, will you regret your coldness today?"
His response was the resolute, indifferent figure leaving her.
His phone rang. He glanced at it and quickly answered.
"Cordelia."
Cordelia's voice was filled with grievance. "Michael, I woke up and you were gone. I'm so sad. Come back to me."
Michael responded gently, "Okay, wait for me, I'll be right there."
He left without hesitation, never looking back at Elizabeth.
Elizabeth laughed at herself, and as she laughed, tears began to fall.
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