Crystal's One Night of Love

Chapter 91

Chapter 91 Let Me Teach You

Henry leaned forward and kissed Crystal, his technique so refined that he tamed the woman immediately. She wrapped her arms around his neck and let him continue.

After a while, the man teased her, “How am I supposed to go in if you don’t let go of me, Miss Winters?”

It was a mere sentence, but he had said it in such a suggestive way.

Crystal’s cheeks flushed, but she couldn’t lash out.

“What do you think?” she asked softly, still holding onto him.

Henry took off his coat and walked in to take a look. He was visibly surprised by Crystal’s taste. To him, the interior looked as though a professional had designed it.”

“You chose all this by yourself?”

“Yes. Do you like it?”

Henry carried her and strode toward Morning Dew.

He then placed her on top of it.

The woman felt uneasy with the cold piano underneath her and such an alluring man standing before her. She had heard that some men enjoyed doing it on top of a piano.

Henry caressed her cheek.

“I do. How could I not? Play me a song, my little Morning Dew.”

It was now that Crystal realized she had gotten the wrong idea. Am I actually more desperate than he is? No way! She refused to acknowledge it and quickly concealed her thoughts.

The woman looked stunning while playing the piano.

Her waist looked especially slender as she wore a long, white dress, and her posture was perfect. She looked so huggable.

Henry stood behind watched her silently.

After Crystal had finished playing a piece, she turned around and wanted to say something, only to see the man walking toward her. bent over and kissed her again.

Blushing, the woman readily accepted his gesture. Their movements grew increasingly bolder to the point where Henry pushed her against the piano gently.

The sound of the keys being pressed snapped Crystal back to her senses.

“Not here!” she pleaded, her hands pushing against his chest and her lips in his.

Henry glanced down at her and noticed the dazed look on her face. “You don’t like doing it here? Or do you not like doing it with me?” he asked in a hoarse voice.

The woman was too embarrassed to answer.

Lowering her head, she placed her delicate fingers on his belt to unbuckle it. Yet, she made no progress despite spending such a long time on it.

Henry watched her with a darkened gaze before putting his large palms on the back of her hands.

“Let me teach you.”

Crystal flushed red, and she was then carried into the bedroom right away.

Henry was especially gentle tonight, guiding her every step of the way and allowing her to experience a woman’s greatest pleasure.

When they were done, Crystal was so exhausted that she leaned against him and refused to budge. Her brown, slightly damp hair resting on his toned body made her look rather seductive.

Henry leaned back against the headboard with a cigarette in his hand.

To Crystal, the man looked incredibly attractive while smoking.

He turned to her. “Come with me to a banquet tomorrow night,” he said tenderly. “It’s hosted by one of my seniors whose house we visited that day-Joshua Quinn.” Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

Joshua Quinn?

Crystal sat up while still covering herself with the blanket and stared at Henry.

“You know Joshua Quinn?”

Henry’s gaze dimmed slightly. “He’s good friends with my father. Why? Do you idolize him?” he asked, sounding nonchalant.

Crystal dared not answer frankly, but there was an obvious sparkle in her eyes.

Seeing that, Henry stubbed out his cigarette and crawled on top of her.

He didn’t let her off easily tonight, ravishing her over and over again like a wild beast. Crystal could tell that he must have been alone for a long time before this. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have had such an appetite.

The next morning, Henry woke her up.

Opening her eyes to his handsome features and chiseled jaw, Crystal felt her blood surge within her once again.

Yet, just as things were about to get heated up, a faint sound came from outside the room. It was probably Marie who had come over to do the housework.

Crystal resisted, feeling self-conscious.

“Don’t… Marie’s here,” she whimpered, pushing against the man’s shoulders.