My Flirtacious Husband (Genevieve and Armand) novel Chapter 1250

Chapter 1250 Are You Satisfied With Your Man

Armand hummed a response. His hands went under Genevieve's knees to pick her up from the couch.

On the way upstairs, seeing that there was no one around, Genevieve kissed and nibbled on the man. Armand almost lost his marbles, struggling to contain his desire.

When they were in the bedroom, Armand threw Genevieve on the bed and showered her with kisses.

Genevieve almost couldn't catch her breath. She regretted provoking a hungry beast that had been craving her for months.

She knew she would be screwed if she did not do something to quench the beast.

When the man finally broke contact to catch his breath, Genevieve panted heavily. “Mando, I just got off a ten-hour flight. I smell bad.”

“I don't think so.” Armand nibbled at her neck. He said in a low croak, “You smell good.”

His passionate kisses trailed down Genevieve's body and stoked up the fire in her heart.

Armand was being particularly patient in unwrapping this special present. He was worried that he would hurt Genevieve for being too rough, but Genevieve wished he could just lose his restraint and be more aggressive.

It was such a torture to drag things on.

She didn't know how many times she was carried to take a bath. When she was finally tucked back in the soft bed, she instinctively wrapped the quilt tightly around her body when she saw the man again.

Armand laughed and handed a glass to her, gesturing for her to drink water using the straw.

Genevieve finished half a glass of water before she let go of the straw. Armand bent over and licked off the droplets by her lips. He asked, “Now do you think your man is capable?”

“Yes! He's awesome!” Genevieve planted a huge kiss on the man's face as a gesture of affirmation.

She exclaimed with righteous indignation, “Any woman who says a man can't perform after thirty clearly hasn't been with a real man. It's just a baseless, biased assumption.”

Following that, she cooed, “Hubby... My back feels sore.”

Armand tugged on her quilt.