Tristan removed the remaining cloth that was attached to his body and threw it on the floor.

He no longer tried to tease her but entered her warm and wet intimate part after gently shifting her legs wide open.

"Do I need to stop?" Tristan asked when he saw her brow furrow, even though he had only put half of his hard cock inside her.

"N-No! Don’t you dare!—" she shouted in reflex as her eyes still rolled backward and her mouth continued open with a soft moaning sound on her every breath.

He smiles.

"Let me know if you feel hurt, darling." Tristan ensured that she enjoyed every moment of their first love-making after so many years.

The room no longer felt cool but warm because of the love and lust mixed in the air. Their eyes locked into one another like their souls tangled again after such a long separation.

Be’s sexy moans became louder and more frequent as his hips slowly pushed deeper, and his lips chased Be’s open mouth and locked it with gentle kisses. But his tongue explores roughly inside her mouth while his hand gently twists and squeezes her breast.

His actions gave her much more sensual sensation from every sensitive nerve in her intimate part. And when he saw her body arching slightly, he started to move back and forth gently, trying to rx her.

Tristan was impressed with how tight she was now as if they were making love for the first time.

’Is she really having a normal birth to our son, Dax?’ Tristan’s mind wonders, which helps him stay hard for longer.

A satisfied smile slowly emerged from his lips. "Darling, I will move faster—"

"Mmmmhhh," said Be while trying to roll her eyes back as she managed to control herself from the incredible sensationing from her intimate parts.

But when she saw Tristan looking back at her, she closed her eyes. She realized she was too embarrassed to notice his strange position between her legs.

Tristan’s movements started to get faster and more profound, apanied by a pping sound every time his hips and Be’s touched as if glued together.

Be’s moans became louder and more frequent, and when their bodies touched, the sound of flesh pressing together made the room thicker with the smell of sex.

The heat grew as their bodies started to get wet with sweat.

"T-Tristan oooh... oooh…Uum...ahhh…ahhh…I’ming, hubby, ahhhhh!!!"

Her moans are even more intense and the loudest as her climaxes and peaks, causing Tristan’s passion to burn even more as his cock also closes into his climax because Be’s lower lips twitches and grips his cock even more as she reaches her climax.

He moved his hips even more, glued to Be’s hips with his free hand, ying with her breasts and nipples, squeezing them while looking at her beautiful face. His hip movements did not slow down but even increased.

"Oo, Be, my darling wife, how can you still be this tight? Are you sure you gave birth naturally to our son?" Said Tristan, trying to distract his mind so he could stay hard longer.

Be gave him—What are you trying to fucking ask me in the middle of this, sir?—kind of look.

Tristan smiled as he slowed his movements and continued his teasing words, "Your lower lip is so tight, sucking in my little brother, and it makes me feel—uh."

Be’s hand covered Tristan’s mouth tightly. She was too embarrassed to hear his following words.

"Please do it faster, Tristan..." Be said, ring at him. She had her pleasure moment. But now, all that is left is a nameless pain on her thigh.

She wanted this to end quickly because she no longer had the energy, and the overwhelming pleasure exhausted her, which was no longer the same as before. At this moment, she just wanted to lie down and sleep.

Tristan no longer teased her; he increased his speed, causing her to moan even more loudly, a mix of pleasure and pain, with her eyes closed, trying to hold on.

Witness such a beautiful scene before his eyes; her breaths tremble every time he moves to pump her, and her face gets redder; he is increasing his speed even more.

Suddenly, Be realizes that in between the pleasure and the pain, she is about to climax again. She moans loudly as shees countless times. And then, a few minutester, she felt the same sensation again. And a few minutester, Be came again, and now she felt a squirting from her lower lips.

After a while of seeing his wife multiple climaxes, Tristan finally couldn’t hold his ejaction any longer.

"Oh, my wife, I’ming... Ahh..." His hoarse voice made Be slowly open her eyes.

Be felt happy to finally give him what he really needed. Looking at his satisfied expression when he released his warm liquid inside her, tears began to flow from the corner of her eyes. She cried because this was too beautiful to witness. This memory would stay in her mind for a long time.

After a few minutes,

They finallyy side by side while catching their breath, looking at each other with silly smiles framing their tired faces.

"I love you. Thank you, Be Donovan! Now, I think I will die if I ever live without you beside me…." Tristan said while covering their body with the nket.

Be is unable to utter anything. She could only bury her face in his broad chest, hiding her blushing face while trying to calm her heart.

However, as soon as her lower abdomen touched his still-hard little brother, her blood shivered, and her heartbeat started to pump again. Her mind began to fill with how wild they were making love earlier.

"Why are you hiding your beautiful face from me? Are you embarrassed?" Tristan’s voice sounded above her head. She silently gulped and looked up to meet his gaze.

"No. I’m not—"

Be was entirely lying. She was indeed embarrassed by his expression when he released warm liquid inside her; just seeing his satisfied face and hearing his moans of pleasure made Be feel like the luckiest woman in the world; she could make this powerful man in this country bend the knee to her.

"Really?"

"Hmm!" Be hurriedly answered, butter, she could feel his little brother down there, starting to find a way to enter her again.

She gulps, "Hubby, why is your little brother still as hard as before? I thought earlier you already—"

"I’m sorry, dear. Even though I released mine, my little brother wanted more."

Be was utterly speechless. Earlier, she almost fainted; this man sucked all of her energy. Not only that but now, she felt her thighs sore.

"Not, now! I’m tired. I can’t do it now—"

"You look fine, darling..." Tristan leaned closer and pressed his lips to hers for a light kiss before continuing, "Let’s do it again. I promise I’ll make it faster this time, okay!?"

"No!" Be pulled her head away from him. "Tristan, my thighs feel sore. If we do it again, I probably won’t be able to walk. Remember, we still have to go down for lunch." She warned him, afraid he would forget they had a dinner appointment with her mother.

Suddenly, Tristan felt terrible hearing that.