Rena felt a slight weakness in her body.
Waylen leaned in, kissing her for a while, before gently caressing her delicate face with his fingers. “You go upstairs first.”
Rena ascended the stairs and opened the door to the master bedroom.
Upon entering, she was pleasantly surprised.
The entire room was adorned with red roses and an array of gift boxes, all seemingly meant for her.
Every woman enjoyed being pampered and Rena was no exception.
She removed her high heels, sitting on the white wool carpet, and began unwrapping the gifts.
Many of them were exquisite pieces of jewelry, alongside luxurious dresses from the current season.
There were even high-heeled shoes, so slender and elegant, designed to accentuate the legs.
Having been with him for so long, she knew the depths of his darker desires, causing her cheeks to redden.
Just then, the bedroom door creaked open.
Waylen stood at the doorway, still clad in an expensive black suit, his features accentuated by the soft lighting, exuding his undeniable handsomeness.
Quietly shutting the door, he approached Rena, wrapping his arms around her slender waist from behind. “Do you like them?”
Of course, Rena adored the gifts.
Gently turning around, she embraced his neck and kissed him passionately. Amidst their ardent kiss, she whispered, “Yes. But | like you even more.”
His low laughter filled her ear as he whispered, “Rena, it’s been three long years since we last made love.”
In the master bedroom, there was only a bedside lamp, and its light was dim.
The atmosphere was conducive to getting intimate.
Waylen and Rena kissed and then rolled toward the edge of the bed.
Waylen hadn’t slept with anyone in three years, and neither had Rena. He had been a little rusty, and she also felt a little shy.
But only in this way could this be more exhilarating.
Leaning against Rena’s ear, Waylen coaxed her gently and considerately. He took things slowly at first, but eventually, he couldn’t anymore. He made love to her the way that he had always wanted to.