C47 CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN: BITTER-SWEET

"My turn." He groaned and flipped their positions. Lia gasped as her back hit the bed and stared up at him. His face was squeezed but she knew he wasn't angry, rather he was in pain, the bittersweet kind.

Lia moaned as he traced her body with his tongue. "How did I do?" She asked, stopping his movements and he glared at her. She shrugged. "Answer the question."

"You did fantastic, babe