The CEO's Amazing Ex-Wife Is Back (Thalassa and Kris)

The collision of their lips felt as magical as it always dif. At least to Thalassa. It took her some seconds of moving her lips against Kris's to realize that he wasn't responding to her kiss.

She broke the kiss and slowly moved her head back to look at his face. He looked stunned, but other than that, she couldn't guess what was going through his head.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, stepping away from him.

Shame burned her face. What had she expected? That he would just agree to be with her again after she deceived him twice?

"I'm sorry." She repeated, turning to leave to save herself from further embarrassment, but Kris held her back by the arm.

"Kris, I said I'm sorry." Thalassa said pleadingly while still facing away from him.

"Why are you apologizing?" Kris questioned, confusion mirrored in his voice.

"Because you probably didn't want me to kiss you and-"

"Didn't want you to kiss me?" Kris let out an incredulous chuckle before slowly turning her to face him once again. "Lassa, there's nothing I want more than to be able to kiss you and hold you forever. But..."

He swallowed, his expression dimming. "But it just feels too good to be true."

Thalassa nodded, slightly lowering her head. "Because I've deceived you like this before."

Kris didn't agree, but neither did he deny it, making her realize she was right.

He gazed into her eyes. "If this turns out to be just a dream...if this turns out to be a lie, I don't think my heart could take it.'

His eyes were pleading, filled with uncertainty. Flashing him a small smile, Thalassa cupped his face between her palms, shaking her head.

"It's not. I promise." She whispered. "I'm tired of all the resentment and sadness. I want to be happy again. I want to be with you."

He continued gazing at her expressionlessly for a moment before a wide smile stretched his lips. "Well, then my lips and mouth belong to you. Only you. In fact, my whole body..."

"Oh, shut up."

Thalassa stole his words by covering his lips with hers once again. This time, his arms swooped around her, pulling her impossibly tighter against him as he kissed her back passionately.

His tongue swooped over her lips, and Thalassa immediately gave him entrance. She didn't even try to battle his tongue with hers; she just allowed him to ravish her mouth until she was breathless and panting against him, especially when the evidence of his arousal was firmly running against her abdomen. "Make love to me." She whispered raspily when they finally broke the kiss for some air. "I need you to make love to me."

Kris stared at her. "I'm sorry, but..."noveldrama

Thalassa's heart sunk. He was going to reject her.

"...I can't make love to you in our son's room," he completed with a teasing smile. "I'm a very responsible parent, you know."

Thalassa smacked him on the chest. "You clown."

"What?" Kris chuckled as he grabbed her hand. "I don't want my son to have his mother's screams etched in his brain."

He leaned closer towards her, placing his lips at her ear. "Because I am going to make you scream, sweetheart. Scream from sweet fucking pleasure."

Thalassa shivered, her knees buckling from sheer anticipation. Kris suddenly crouched down and swept her off her feet. Thalassa gasped, then let out a low laugh.

"What are you doing?"

He stole any other sound from her mouth as his lips covered her once again. Thalassa was barely aware

of them moving out of their son's bedroom, across the hallway, and into another dimly lit room.

Kris set her down in the middle of the room, and through desperate, utterly devastating kisses, they took off each other's clothes.

More like tore off each other's

clothes since Thalassa was too eager to feet him bare against her again. A few buttons went flying onto the floor. Then a zipper got ripped, but finally they were atmost naked: Kris in his boxer briefs and Thalassa in just her panties.

Thalassa slid her hand between them, cupping her palm over his dick. He was hard, so damn hard, and his dick could barely fit into her palm.

When she gave it a firm squeeze, Kris hissed, knowing the slightest provocation could send him over the edge.

Not wanting to cum when they'd

barely started, he grabbed her wrists and stopped her. Thalassa looked questioningly at him, but he didn't satisfy her curiosity as he spun her around, pressing his dick against the delicious curve of her ass,

His hand slid from her hips until they fitted over the sexy, generously-sized sexy mounds on her chest. He fondled her breasts, then pinched her nipples while he grinded himself against her.

When he felt close to the edge again, he stopped grinding and turned her to face him again. Without warning his lips descended onto her chest, taking both of the erect buds of her nipples into his mouth at time.

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Thalassa gasped, the pleasure so sharp and riveting that she stumbled backwards. Kris followed her movement, never stopping until her back touched the wall.

Thalassa sagged against the wall, her fingers flying to tangle in his hair. As he serviced her breasts, she held nothing back, letting out her sounds of pleasure every time he did something she liked.

All those sounds went straight to Kris's head, knowing that she was once again allowing him to give her pleasure, and this time, not because he had to convince her to give in.

Her panties were the only article of clothing on her. While his mouth serviced her nipples one at a time,

his hand slid down her stomach, diving under the waistband of her panties to find her core.

As he expected, she was completely drenched, and two of his fingers slid, but not without some resistance.

"Fuck." Thalassa whimpered.

"You're so fucking tight." Kris groaned.

He began pistoning in and out, his fingers curling inside her. The pleasure was intense, and yet it wasn't

enough. Thalassa began moving her hips, riding his fingers.

Wanting more, needing more...