Judas kiss novel Chapter 59

Leo watched his parents come down the stairs as he sat in the dining area. Lyle was talking about something but he didn't seem focused on that. He was curious, as he watched his father playfully push his mother against the wall. They... k-kissed before his mother pushed him away. Leo blinked twice, what was actually going on? When they finally joined the table, his mom was wearing his dad's morning gown while his dad was already dressed for work. Leo opened his eyes wide when he saw multiple red marks on his mom's neck.

"Did you beat my mom?" Leo asked Andre who seemed flabbergasted.

"No, I wouldn't do that." not ever again, he added in his head.

"So what happened to her neck..?" Leo asked innocently.

Lyle immediately burst out laughing.

"It's called a hick—" Lyle couldn't finish his sentence.

"Lyyyle.." Della said giving him a warning look. Lyle was thirteen ofcourse he knew all these things but she just wasn't ready for Leo to know that. Yes, he knew how babies were made but he was still very oblivious to the concept and how intimacy worked.

"What happened is daddy just missed mommy so much that he kissed her really hard.." Andre explained, watching Della's cheeks slowly tint with embarrassment.

"You still hurt her..?" Leo said softly.

"No, it's not painful at all Leo." Della gave his son a genuine smile but with his somber blue eyes, he just seemed so concerned. It brought warmth in her heart that her son cared that much about her and was super overprotective of her even from his own father.

"Dad also has one.." Leo said. "You must have really missed each other.."

They had breakfast until Albane had came to drop the boys off at school. They didn't go to the same school and it was a good thing Lyle didn't wear any uniform to school. This was—

How it used to be.

Before the kids obviously.

Della would always come downstairs and make breakfast while Andre was in the shower. As soon as Andre would come down, he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself as a result Andre was always late and his mother would be raging with anger. Jeanine wasn't mad because her son was late. She was mad only because he was busy with that poverty stricken girl. Even though they were married at the time, Jeanine enjoyed embarrassing Della and making her feel unworthy. Like the time when Jeanine invited Della to go with her to New York fashion week, Della didn't want to but after Andre spoke to her saying maybe she could finally form a bond with his mother.. she did to make him happy. Jeanine had intended to make Della look beyond hideous, she gave her last seasons outfit but to her surprise. Instead of the fashion world shunning Della and her outfit, they praised her. This made Jeanine absolutely? indignant.

"No, Andre.. go already." Della giggled when Andre could stop kissing her everywhere.

"Not when you have nothing under that gown.." Andre groaned pulling her close as she sat on the kitchen counter, parting her legs by standing in between them.

"You act like a starved caveman.." Della said kissing him back as she ran her finger through his hair. She always loved doing that. For a moment they stopped kissing and just stared at each other. Della couldn't help but notice that when they had met, he had the bluest eyes but now they had a shade of grey.

It amazed her.

"I act starved because I know you might never come back to me or you might wake up hating me tomorrow so..."

"I don't hate you.." She said softly.

"Well you don't make it look that way.." He chuckled but hurt was evident in his voice.

"You make me mad sometimes.." She admitted, brushing his hair back with her fingers.

"Sometimes but not all the time.. and that time is right now." He smirked connecting his lips with hers. They were soft and they could both taste the mint from having brushed their teeth. Andre untied the morning gown as he immediately devoured her perky breasts, her nipples were already hard. He slipped his index finger in between her parted legs.. she was already moist for him.

"Y-you are? going to be late.." Della moaned in Andre ear right after he had touched her vulva. She felt she needed more him.

"Fuck work, I have been doing enough of that." Andre said adamantly allowing Della to unbuckle with belt, unbutton the top and unzip. As they kissed Della let her hand slip into his briefs feeling hard he already was, his tip filled with Pre-cum. He groaned in between the kisses when her warm soft hand held his member with some type of authority. Their kisses became needy and cut short when Andre lifted Della off the counter and walked over to the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he pressed her against the wall. Rubbing his bare self on her open and inviting warmth. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders scared to fall but Andre would let her fall, as he traced her curves and her ass, squeezing it from time to time which only made Della moan with need.

Finally Andre positioned himself as he pressed her onto the wall. Immediately sliding into her warmth slowly. Della let out a cry, she wasn't expecting it and it made her stomach flip. The feel of having him pulsing inside her. He didn't move as they shared soft kisses while entwined. He was aware that, Della still needed to adjust to him because spending all those years alone and untouched was a big change and to now being sexually active.

When Andre started moving, they both moaned. He pressed her against the wall as he slammed into her. She let out whimpers as he devoured her. They were lost in their own moment—

"Andre—" They both heard a familiar voice. Andre didn't stop but Della felt immediately embarrassed as she was the one facing Jeanine as her son pummeled into her. She tried to seem unaffected.

"A-Andre.." she whispered. "Y-your mom. Put me down.." She said clearly embarrassed. Andre didn't care as he was fully dressed in a black Armani suit and the thing out was his dick and in their position, he fully covered Della's nakedness.

Jeanine was utterly shocked at her son's behavior.

"A-Andre.." Della moaned but wanted to complain as she was the one facing Jeanine's scrutinizing face and Jeanine wasn't alone, Marcelle was there as well.

"Andre you cheating bastard!!" Marcelle yelled making Andre stop but still managed to keep Della in place.

"Jeanine and Marcelle do you mind waiting for us in the living room. You found us busy and we're not going to stop because of you two. Respect that I'm with my wife and you can't just come in my house and expect me to stop paying attention to her only because you decided to arrive unannounced." Andre said in a bored tone.

"Andre put me down." Della said in a low tone, she couldn't hide her shame. She felt beyond embarrassed.