As Martin's hands reached underneath her blouse, Lulu clearly felt the coarse skin on his fingers. There were thick calluses growing over his right index finger from frequently wielding a gun.
And with every inch his fingers moved upward, she seemed to shudder more.
Soon, her clothes were off, baring her fair, delicate skin.
She retained her figure and remained slim despite her recent pregnancy, although her belly was still a little flabby. It has been little over a month since she gave birth, and she would not recover that quickly.
Not wanting Martin to see it, she rested her hands over it.
Martin sensed her intention but for him, loving someone meant loving every part of her—be it her strengths or shortcomings.
They were all things he liked about her from his perspective.
He touched her cheek gently and rasped, "I don't mind."
Lulu refused to let go, however. "I…"
Martin pulled her hands off then and leaned in to kiss her belly.
Lulu bit her lip, and the rest was history.
However, she cried when their bodies became one.
She did not know why she would shed tears.
Maybe she was being emotional?
Whether it was that or something else, Lulu could not put her finger on it. All she knew was that this was the most unrestrained she had ever been.
She did not feel ashamed or reserved as she got dirty and sweaty with Martin!
They did it everywhere too, starting from the living room and moving to the bathroom, the bedroom, and to the kitchen. It was as if they wanted to leave a mark in every corner in the house, as they did it countless times, and each round lasted quite a while too!
When the skies went dark outside, they fell asleep in each other's arms, exhausted.
Lulu slept like a log, until she vaguely heard Jean crying.
Still, she saw Martin warming up a bottle of milk as she slowly opened her eyes.
Her breast milk was not filling enough, so they usually went with both.
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