Mr. President You Are The Daddy Of My Triplets novel Chapter 243

Chapter 243: 243- Love In The Bathtub

Rafael rolled over and sprawled on the bed. Marissa’s eyes were still closed and there was a constant grin playing on her lips.

He blinked and propped up on his elbow, "Are you sleepy?" He asked her and her smile widened.

"I don’t know!" She squeezed her eyes and took a loud yawn at the end of it. She covered her mouth with her palm in embarrassment, making him chuckle.

"Nice try!" He laid back and pushed his arm beneath her, to lift her until she was lying on top of him.

They were still naked, covered in sweat and Marissa could feel the desire returning, as soon as her body felt the skin-to-skin contact from head to toe.

She placed her cheek against his chest and closed her eyes.

"Going back to sleep, strawberry?" he asked her but now Marissa was driving into a deep slumber, "Not fair! You can’t be feeling dizzy just by one-time lovemaking!"

She didn’t answer. The wild climax had taken away all her energy and was making her too sleepy to even respond to him. He looked down and found the black head placed on the chest.

"Your head belongs here, Marissa," he whispered. She didn’t even nod, "On my chest. And you belong in my heart. Do you know that?"

Marissa hummed and now he could hear the light snoring as well.

Pulling the quilt above them, he tied his arms around her naked form and kissed her head.

"Sleep good, sweetheart. I’ll wake you up soon. With you, one time isn’t enough!"

True to his words, he woke her up by showering kisses all over her face and this time he made slow love to her body, almost worshipping it.

He kissed each part of her, giving it the due attention. He made her giggle, then scream, and then cry.

Marissa never knew there were so many ways to make love. When he entered her and she got her orgasm, she thought she would die and go to heaven.

After they were done, she again slipped back into drowsiness but could still feel him, kissing every feature of her face.

"You are so beautiful..." he muttered, and Marissa chuckled and murmured,

"And fat too,"

But he was quick to grab her bo*ob, "Nopes. I don’t find you fat. You are beautiful for who you are, Marissa. It’s not a joke to pop out three babies. I love all that fat."

She shuddered when he trailed his hand all over her body possessively. She rolled and buried her face into his chest.

"Rafael..." she called his name in a sleepy voice.

"Hmmm?"

"I want to go home with you!"

***

Marissa blinked slowly, her eyes adjusting to the soft daylight filtering through the curtains.

For a moment, her mind was hazy, trying to register where she was. And then something flashed into her mind. She felt a warm presence beside her.

Her heart skipped a beat, her mind finally registering his presence, remembering whatever happened last night.

"And that’s ok. Stop hiding your body from me, Marissa," he slowly pushed her arm down, "I saw it all last night," He reminded her gently and Marissa felt a blush, creeping up her face.

She gradually raised her head and found him looking down at her. He started brushing her black tresses off her face, "I didn’t know my wife was this sexy."

Chewing her lower lip, Marissa looked down at his chest, "I think... I should go... I need ... a shower."

His hand that was in her hair, slowly slipped down to her bre*ast, "How about we take the bath together?"

Marissa closed her eyes and tried to hold her smile. This must be some kind of dream.

Last night was already magical. Seemed like a bath would be more fun than ever.

She raised her face and brushed her nose against his, "Let’s go then."

***

He prepared a hot bubble bath for her and then carried her there. After placing her down carefully, he started taking off his boxers.

Marissa felt like every joint in her body was melting. Each body part was slowly releasing off the tension.

He followed her and settled himself behind her. Marissa was very much aware of his arousal poking her back. She couldn’t take it anymore and turned her head slightly to offer him, her lips.

"Rafael!" after the kiss, she called him and when he didn’t reply, she looked into his eyes, "Make love to me here. In this bathtub. Can you?"

Rafael kept staring at her and she could sense him trying to hold back the dark desire in his eyes, "Are you sure?" he asked in a hushed tone.

Marissa smirked, "I was never this sure, Rafael Sinclair. Don’t forget that I wasn’t a virgin. Now stop talking and start making love to me. My core is throbbing for you. It needs you to fill it."