"Making love?" Clara glanced at Nathan with a frown.
"Yes Honey, I want to make love to you, before I take a shower," Nathan said then walked casually to the bed saying, "you said I have to forget this anxiety with madness, then I will do it."
"Hmm, looks like I said something wrong earlier."
Nathan smiled faintly, then lowered Clara on the edge of the bed and then returned to her position to be managing rather rudely. He patted his wife's buttocks then began to bend down and kiss her even though it was still covered by her dress and underwear.
"Nathan..."
Clara couldn't resist but could only as small slaps from Nathan's hands landed on her ass. She leaned her upper body on the bed, while the lower part continued to support her until unconsciously her dress was half-open because of her husband's actions.
Plak...
"Emmm .... the perfect size!" Nathan kissed Clara's buttocks, occasionally still giving small slaps until her smooth skin turned red. he returned to return his wife's position to lie down then opened her thighs wide, kissed her crotch while his hands reached out to squeeze her chest so fiercely that her clothes were very messy.
"Aww....ah!" Clara continued to moan, her breath began to catch on, slowly the hand that pulled the pillow and then used the pillow as head support. She looked down, looking at Nathan who was licking her feminine area very ferociously while taking off his tie in a hurry. The woman swallowed her saliva, then stared at the ceiling of the room until finally closing her eyes again because she enjoyed the foreplay of her husband so much.
"Did you like it?" asked Nathan.
"Yeah, I love it ... I like your tongue," Clara replied with a sigh.
Nathan smiled brightly, feeling the urge to fly at Clara's praises. He continued to pamper his wife's femininity while removing his tie to strip his clothes. The man was perfectly naked, then crawled up and curled up on his wife's body.
Clara pressed the nape of Nathan's neck, kissing his lips so aggressively that her legs slowly wrapped around her husband's waist as they continued to kiss.
"Aggh….so warm," Nathan whispered as his dick which had stiffened like a solid log had penetrated Clara's most comfortable home, like heaven for him.
"Erm..." Clara moaned, closed her eyes, rubbed her face against Nathan's until their foreheads touched, occasionally their lips met and they finally kissed. She continued to sigh, savoring her husband's every move, making the distinctive sound of lovemaking.
Until a few minutes passed in that position, Nathan finally switched to lying down with Clara on top of him. They continued to make love so crazy, that their bodies were wet with each other's sweat. Kiss after kiss, beat after beat continued to intertwine until the moans and even screams of pleasure they both could not control anymore.
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in a yellowish-black bar with colored lights, Michael is sitting casually enjoying the champagne that is available in front of him and always fully stocked by the bartender.
"Is your girlfriend still not awake from her coma?" asked the bartender.
The bartender who was wearing black jeans combined with a white shirt and silver apron, sighed, looking at Michael with pity, who looked so sluggish, as if he was not well cared for, even in his office clothes like this morning, French cream color.
"Waiting for someone who is in a coma is a very annoying thing. Sometimes we feel maybe she can wake up again, and sometimes we feel like there is no hope of getting back up because she always sleeps and sleeps like the previous days," he said.
"This pissed me off because I was near her but I felt she was getting further away because she just kept quiet," Michael said then immediately drank the champagne to the end then put the glass in front of the bartender again. "I was like waiting for something uncertain, while people around me started to advise me to stop waiting because it was like a waste of my time."
"Bro... If you stop waiting, what do you mean you'll give up and learn to love another girl?" asked the bartender, frowning.
"Maybe, but I don't have the heart," Michael replied irritably. "This kind of feeling is excruciating..there are times when I need relaxation, I need someone who is always there for me and understands me, I want to be like any other couple that makes me feel like I want to find a new love, but every time I see Casey who is weak and helpless, I will hate myself because I thinking of loving another woman," he continued sadly.
"Yeah, it's confusing because it's about feelings."
"I just don't want to hurt her, I don't want her to be disappointed when she wakes up without me by her side, or to see me with another woman...I don't have the heart, because all this time she's been quite patient with all my jerks," Michael explained angrily, rubbing his face roughly.
"That means you don't love her," said the bartender.
Michael immediately frowned. "How can you accuse me of not loving her? If I didn't love her maybe I wouldn't have waited for her until now... Maybe I would have acted like an unfaithful coward who would abandon his helpless lover..."
"But a form of defense doesn't mean you love her, but just that you feel about happiness for her and don't have the heart because she already looks so pathetic. Compassion doesn't mean love, bro….sense of responsibility also does not mean love," explained the bartender then returned to fill the glass with champagne again. "If what you do is not out of love, it will only lead to unhappiness. .even when she's come back to her senses and recovered. And you can be with her, maybe it's still different because you don't love her," he continued.
Michael fell silent, trying to understand what the bartender was saying. He returned to drinking, but in the shadow of Casey who was still in a coma, Casey who never made love to him again never smiled at him again, made him feel less loved, and indeed only left a sense of responsibility to make her happy and sorry for the condition.
'Is it true that I don't love her? But I used to love her so much ... But I really can't bear to let her go and learn to love another girl. I thought about her feelings….' Michael was so confused, he looked around where there were several young men, girls, and couples hanging out enjoying drinks and snacks, that his gaze fell on a familiar couple.
"Mia," Michael whispered, realizing that someone was there about 10 meters from him, sitting with a man who hugged her from the side.
"Hey what are you looking at?" asked Bastian, which instantly distracted Michael. ."Are you eyeing other girls for your love because you've realized you don't love your girlfriend anymore?"
"Eh, no. I didn't do that because I wasn't sure about my feelings," Michael replied then continued drinking until his glass was empty again.
"But you have the right to be close to other girls because you also need fun. Loyalty doesn't mean you close yourself off to other girls, because it can make you stressed," exclaimed the bartender who was still busy preparing drinks for the visitors who ordered him.
Michael was silent, not paying attention to the bartender. He focused on glancing at Mia who was sitting with the man and several other friends. Several times he saw Mia remove the hand of the man who was embracing her from the side, as if feeling uncomfortable.. for some reason, it made him feel displeased and kept wanting to monitor her.