MISTER EX

FRANK TO LEAH

The family gathered to prepare their lunch. Frank's mother expressed her joy upon discovering that Anne communicated in Bisaya and was, in fact, Lea's sister-in-law. They playfully teased Lea, suggesting that she would need to adapt to having a substantial meal during the day followed by a lighter dinner. Leah felt a sense of appreciation for Frank's presence by her side, and she was touched by the warmth of his parents, who quickly embraced her, making her feel as though she belonged to their family.

Frank bring home his family in the afternoon. He just informed Leah that he had to go out, and she shouldn't hold supper for him.

"Bye bye Papa..!" Andrei said while holding his toys.

"I'll be home later, be a good boy!" Frank told him.

"We shall take a rest before dinner. I'm sure he will be home late." Leah said as the car passed the gate. They were all tired, so Anne voted for sleep. Leah gave Andrei his bath and read him a bedtime story. With them both out, Leah felt alone in this enormous house.

Climbing the marble steps to the third-level master bedroom, Leah walked into the bathing suite, turned on the water, and filled the round sunken tub in the center of the heated marble floor. Once filled, she turned on the jets and stepped down into the warm, swirling water. A good soak would help her relax, and then she would get into bed with a book to read.

After the relaxing moment, Leah was in bed with a book on her lap when she heard Frank come up the stairs. He leaned against the door frame.

"Ah, my beautiful, faithless wife. The woman who kept my son from me. All prim and proper. Waiting for your husband?" His accent was heavy. He strode into the room and closed the door behind him.

He's drunk!

Frank never drank to excess, so this left her stunned. He was always in control. Drinking caused mistakes and loss of control, which he would never allow. This is new.

Leah settled back against the pillows. She didn't know how to deal with a drunk Frank.

Frank loosened his tie, slipped out of his american leather loafers, and threw the tie onto the floor. By the time he reached the foot of the bed, all he had on were his pants. He came around to her side of the bed.

Leah inhaled sharply as Frank extended his hand towards her. Grasping her by the upper arms, he drew her closer to the edge of the mattress. Despite being on her knees, she found herself needing to angle her head upward in order to meet the gaze of his deep, coal-black eyes.

"Ah, Leah. Do you know how beautiful you are?"

His eyes roamed over her body covered in a blue satin nightgown.

"Do you know how you drive me crazy?" He bent and took her mouth with his.

The taste of brandy on his tongue wasn't repugnant.

He wasn't drunk. He may have only had one drink. Leah talked to herself.

Frank's anger was palpable, evident in the forceful way he drew her close. His powerful hands glided down her back, emphasizing the intensity of his feelings as he pressed her against him, making her acutely aware of his physical state. She instinctively pushed against his bare chest, attempting to create some distance, yet he remained unfazed, a playful smile gracing his lips as one of his dark brows arched in amusement. Lowering his head, he began to tease her nipple through the delicate fabric of her nightgown, prompting her to wriggle in an effort to escape his grasp. However, he was resolute, stepping back only briefly to lift the negligée over her head, asserting his control in the situation.

Frank looked at Leah, she is naked on her knees at the edge of the mattress. Is he think that he could be with his mistress when he had Leah in his bed waiting for him?

Frank wouldn't force her. He would never do that to a woman and especially not his wife, but he would make her want him as much as he ached to be buried in her molten heat.

Frank started to crawl his hands and fondled her breast, kissed the underside and the valley between, then his tongue traced a path over the other breast and tongued the nipple. His other hand roamed along her backside, over the curve of her silken buttocks then down the back of her thigh. Both hands moved lower, to just above the back of her bent knees.

Leah squirmed and attempted to push against his chest, yet Frank deftly maneuvered his hands between her knees, gently parting them apart. In her effort to evade his grasp, she inadvertently pressed herself against his arousal, which was straining against the confines of his pants. A sharp intake of breath escaped her lips as she instinctively recoiled, but he was ready for her reaction, a knowing smile spreading across his face. With a deliberate motion, his finger ventured into her warmth, eliciting a response that heightened the tension between them.

Leah drenched his finger with her desire..

But Frank would make her beg. At this angle, he could reach all the wet, sensitive parts of her. She couldn't escape his touch. She head fell back, he took her parted lips, and his tongue traced the full lower lip, while his finger moved from her clitoris into her center. He added a second finger when she moved her hips forward to get away. He thrust his tongue into her open mouth, sucked her lower lip into his mouth while his fingers moved from her hot center to her bundle of nerves and back again.

Frank understood precisely what Leah desired, prompting him to proceed further. In her eagerness, she moved her hips in a way that invited his fingers to explore her warm, moist core.

Leah arched her back, causing her breasts to press firmly against his chest, the firmness of her nipples evident. As her head tilted back, her hands found their way to his shoulders, her eyes gently closed, and a hint of a smile graced her alluring lips. He leaned down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth, prompting her to draw in a sharp breath.

And then Frank knew she was close to climax, so he stopped. She groaned, and she tried to follow his fingers. He kept them just out of reach.

"Open your eyes," he rasped the command.

Lea did it, and the beautiful eyes of her blazed at him.

Frank resumed his actions, gently placing a single finger at her core and gradually gliding the tip towards her clitoris. As she instinctively widened her knees, she attempted to lower herself onto his finger, responding to his movements with eagerness. He advanced his finger further, and she mirrored his motion, her exquisite form pressing tightly against his arousal, leaving him uncertain about his ability to maintain the playful tension they had initiated. The intensity of her warmth and pleasure was overwhelming, leading him to contemplate abandoning the game altogether in favor of surrendering to his desires and fully embracing her.