CHAPTER 73 - YOU TURN ME INTO THIS PERVERTED MANHarriet panted on the bed, sweat dripping all over her skin, making her skin glow white in the moonlight. Harriet's eyes felt heavy, and she was about to enter the dream space when she realized Liam, who had just climaxed for the second time, was still standing straight down there.
He kissed Harriet's forehead, then her eyebrows, her cheeks, her nose, her lips and her chin. The man's left hand gently stroked his own manhood, then slowly grew faster and wilder.
He didn't say anything, just kissed every inch of Harriet's limp body, stopped on her still flat stomach, and descended down, lifting her legs up, down her thighs, down her knees, down the backs of her foot–
He didn't miss a beat, still continuously giving pleasure to his own manhood while enjoying the beauty of his wife's body.
Harriet noticed the sound of the man's heavy breathing starting to become louder as he opened Harriet's crotch and watched her intently. Harriet's vagina which was still leaking the rest of his sperm was driving him crazy and made him speed up his hand movements.
"Milord..."
Harriet was already weak, and her voice sounded so weak too. Liam just smiled lopsidedly with a face that looked suffering, even though the man didn't complain at all.
Harriet's face blushed again when she saw the man position the soles of her feet on his almost exploding cock.
It was tingling–and hot, as Liam rubbed his cock against her feet. The thing that was slippery from the remnants of his previous release and her love juice was moving in and out of the gap between the soles of her feet. Totally lewd–
"You made me like this– you, Madam, made me into this perverted man–" Liam's voice sounded like he was choking. He couldn't believe he got this idea and was so aroused by every part of Harriet's body–even her adorable toes.
Harriet chuckled in an unintentionally flirtatious voice.
"Milord," she called, groping her own breasts and giving him a coyish look. And Liam, who saw it, felt like he lost his conscience. He left Harriet's feet and switched to her thighs.
The sight Harriet saw was even lewder than before, as the tip of Liam's cock was now visible in and out between her plumpy thighs. Liam was tempted to put himself back into Harriet's pleasure hole, but he managed to restrain himself.
As Harriet pinched the tip of her own breasts, Liam closed his eyes because the stimulus was too strong for his brain.
While the man closed his eyes, Harriet then used her hand to add sensation to the tip of Liam's penis going in and out of her thigh. Instantly, Liam opened his eyes and furrowed his brows angrily at Harriet. It was Harriet's turn to tease him like there was no tomorrow, like revenge.
Harriet used her fingers to gently pinch the tip of Liam's cock between her thighs.
"All right, Madam," whispered Liam, not having the energy to stop Harriet anymore. He just enjoyed it and rocked his hips to reach his peak.
Harriet used her palm to rub the tip of Liam's cock, and once again, Liam let out a low moan.
"Ha-!"
Splurt!
Liam's latest release was still as much as before.
The man tilted his head and took a deep breath. His brows furrowed. He pulled away and some of his sperm was still spilling between Harriet's thighs. He saw Harriet's plump chest and stomach, which were also wet with the white liquid. He smiled helplessly.
Liam rubbed his head in disappointment with himself. This was the first time he had experienced post-nut clarity–
But when he looked up he saw Harriet open her arms to the sides, inviting Liam to hug her.
The man buried his face in the crook of Harriet's neck and shifted their position to one side. He hugged his wife tightly and sighed softly.
"We're so dirty right now," whispered Harriet in his ear. Liam laughed, knowing that the love liquid of the two was now completely dirtying their bodies.
"Let's take a bath?" asked Liam slowly.
"Mm," Harriet complied.
Liam pulled the string of the bell to call the maids, while Harriet wiped herself with the towel that was always available in the bedside drawer once she lived here with Liam. Before long, hot water was available, and Liam helped her wipe her body clean and warm again.
The man wrapped Harriet's body in a thick blanket of animal fur and sat her down on the sofa, while the man then pulled off their bedsheet and replaced it with a new one.
Harriet watched it all with her head on her knees bent up on the sofa. Liam pampered her and didn't let her do anything, even though Harriet had repeatedly said that she too had to move to stay healthy.
While Liam was making the bed, Harriet opened the closet and got herself a new nightgown. Her naked body under the blanket was again exposed as she put on her nightgown which was made of such a soft cloth.
When she finished, Harriet turned and saw Liam sitting on the side of the bed. The man tapped his thigh, motioning for Harriet to sit on his lap.
Again, Harriet complied, and she saw Liam back away a little as she began to sit. That was when Liam grabbed the comb by his side and started combing her drying hair.
"I've seen my dad do this for my mom a lot," Liam said softly.
Harriet blinked, wanting to see Liam's face as he spoke, but Liam's hands working through her damp hair prevented her from looking back.
"Every night, before the two of them went to sleep, my father tied my mother's damp hair with a thin scarf and tied it around her head. In the morning, my mother would untie her hair and her normally straight hair turned into beautiful waves," explained Liam.
"Ahh," Harriet blinked. What Liam meant was overnight styling. Harriet heard that decades ago, this way of styling hair was a trend. She nodded in understanding.
But hearing Liam tell her that his mom and dad did it, made it feel like it just happened. As if they were still here, even if it happened decades ago.
The noblewomen of the same age as Harriet and Harriet's mother no longer did overnight styling as the current trend was to style their hair in a neat bun. Overnight Styling would produce beautiful wavy hair, but the hair would flow freely, just like statues and old works of art from decades ago showed.
Harriet's heart was warm.
Sometimes, with Liam, she felt like she was traveling through time.
After he finished combing Harriet's hair, Liam took a white scarf from the table he had prepared and started to roll it with Harriet's hair. He lifted the roll over Harriet's head so as not to disturb her sleep, and tied it tightly, without hurting her scalp.
"How did you manage to do it this well?" Harriet asked Liam in awe, touching her neatly tied hair. After asking, she felt something stinging her chest deep inside. She remembered that Liam's Mate was long dead.
That meant Liam was already married.
And…
Maybe Liam had done this for his wife too?