They slowly helped each other. The speed increased. Lena was in a hurry, out of rhythm. Sometimes he was fond of. But when he felt that heat accumulates in the abdomen, he stopped. Lena did not want to stop. Andrei restrained her. The heat dissipated, and they again moved towards each other with hot hips.

Lena began to be forgotten. She muttered something as if delirious. As soon as Andrew strongly sank into her partner, she seemed to sob, her tears even rolled. Warm and unseemly.

Andrei raised her hips and entered between them to the very limit. She no longer moaned, did not sob - she screamed. Andrew did not understand anything. From all corners of his body, warmth flowed to his stomach. The body seemed to swell. He breathed hoarsely into her shoulder. And suddenly, as if with a death grip, he grabbed hold of her, startled sharply. Lena especially felt this peak of his movements and also went into a frenzy. Now, neither he nor she wanted affectionate movements — they wanted pain.

He nearly fainted. It was the pinnacle of his ecstasy. And only Andrew began to fall into some abyss, he picked up Lena. Pain shot through him and her. This pain is the only pain that is desired by a person. They twisted cramp. They grappled, trying to squeeze each other. And then, unexpectedly, they were all overwhelmed by laziness, heavenly bliss, and bliss was no longer bliss, but pleasant warmth, from which even goosebumps started running.

Oscillations subsided. Soon, they stopped unable to say a word, did not make a gesture. His body felt heavy, it seemed swollen, clumsy. I did not want to take a member out of the warm bosom. For a few minutes they lay as if they were dead. Then he slowly pulled back the member, she started to follow him, as if stuck to him. They rebounded and both started, as they start from a painful slap on a wound. He lay down next to not being able to turn on his back and, breathing heavily, froze. They were silent.

: Outside the window thundered trams. The morning was foggy, freshness pulled from the open window. The bed was warm and nice. The alarm clock was counting down the minutes. He put his hand on her chest. Weakly squeezed her. In the movements and desires such freedom! They were naked in front of each other, not only physically, but also in soul. They gradually came to life. He raised himself on his elbows and kissed Lena. It was gratitude for the pleasure. She understood. Smiled weak lips.

- You are superb!

She smiled.

“What a bliss,” he said again.

She rolled her eyes.

_ You too.

He ran his palm over her silky skin. She moved weakly, conscious of his caress, turned her head slightly toward him:

- I never had that feeling. I: Thank you.

- And you: You!

For a long time they lay there, praising each other, until they came to life at all.

“Now it's time to get up,” he said gladly. - It's time for mom to call. Get up, lost daughter.

He jokingly slapped her on the shoulder.

“I don’t want to,” she answered, childishly naughty.

- No no no. Get up! Not the whole day lying in bed?

- And if the whole day, so what? Andrew, - she called, - now I want you.

He looked at her seriously and, like a caring husband who took over the leadership, repeated his words.

Lena got up, pouting offendedly. She was not shy about him. And then he could not take his eyes off her. The morning rays illuminated her so well that he involuntarily escaped:

- Wow!

Her nipples quivered, they were so elastic, they teased him with their trepidation. She stopped and playfully looked him up and down. Her body was picked up and all desires, like rays, rushed to be radiated in his direction. These were witch rays. She seemed strict, as if she wanted to stop him from praising:

- Stop it. - And smiled.

- No, you are really beautiful!

- I told you so! Well, to punish you !?

And with a laugh, she plopped down on his bed to close his stupefying palm over his mouth. And he began to kiss her palm. The struggle began again, the love game began again, their hearts began to pound again. Again:

Andrei and Lena got out of bed only at five o'clock in the afternoon, or rather, in the evening.

Now the minister's father, Andrew, was not afraid. Mikhail Melnikov, Stavropol