Khalifa: Queen in the Apocalypse

To be able to live with the two dogs, Khalifa leased a villa with a yard in the city. Although the contract was a year, she didn't mind the excess because she had the money.

Anyway, it was for the dogs as well, so it wouldn't be a waste. The old man would've liked them to live in comfort.

They arrived at the new house well into the afternoon, and the sun was already cool so the dogs immediately zoomed and played in the yard as soon as they stepped on it.

The couple laughed and appreciated the new house.

It was a two-storey mediterranean style house in the suburbs of City B. It had about 200 square meters of building footprint and about the same size of open yard outside, perfect for two dogs.

The big white dog was named Ao, while the little one was Huhu, named after the respective sound that they made.

The old man was very simple-minded when he didn't have the weight of the world on him.

She bought huge dog houses and playgrounds for them in the backyard, as well as several kilograms of dog food, most of which were in her space.

Although they were visibly down after the death of their old friend, seeing such a good new place to live definitely made them feel better.

It would just be a matter of time before they started running around aimlessly like the adorable idiots that they were.

After settling the dogs, she and Cauis also put their luggages down.

The house was already fully-furnished with classical furniture and modern equipment, making everything very convenient.

There was also a nanny to clean the house thoroughly twice a week. As for the cook, they passed because they could handle it on their own.

"Ahh~ Finally a good bed~" Khalifa uttered as she threw herself on the soft fluffy bed.

It was very soft and she was lying down in comfort, her knee-length skirt climbing up a bit, and the gravity made her dress fit her figure even more.

It should have been a cute, even innocent, sight, but Cauis' eyes traced on every curve in her body and every small bit of exposed skin.

Khalifa eventually realized the other person's silence and turned around. She caught his heated stare and smiled.

She opened her arms to him. "I want to take a bath…" She said and Caius stepped forward to carry her to the bathroom.

The past few days at the hospital were torturous. She could only be wiped with wet towels during her confinement and he, the good lover, volunteered to assist her.

It was supposed to make him appear like a caring husband: The best man she had.

While it obviously worked, with Khalifa kissing him more often than usual, he felt it was still a bad decision in the end.

Cauis thought another day more of that and his member would be broken from blue ball syndrome.

However, now that they were in the privacy of their new home, and her wound healing at an extremely fast rate…. maybe… just, maybe…

He did not say so out loud. It would depend on the actual state of the wound first.

He gently placed her on the edge of the large marble sink as he went to the bathtub.

It was a clawfoot bathtub with intricate metallic designs at its side. It was also large, enough to fit three people, maybe even more.

He opened the faucet and watched the water flow. He dipped his hand into the water, adjusting the temperature accordingly, ensuring the water temperature was just right for her.

He placed their toiletries in the bathroom, arranging them according to necessity and use as he filled up the tub.

Of course, he did not miss a few kisses from the girl on the sink every time he passed by her.

Soon the water level and temperature reached the optimal status and he strode to her with his long legs.

He stood in front of her and gently undid her buttons, taking off her shirt, revealing the curvaceous goodness hidden inside.

His breath became heavier as he gently unzipped the side zipper of her skirt, taking it off, leaving her with just her underwear that he put on her himself earlier that morning.

The past few days, although it was only her legs that had a bit of a cut, Cauis indulged her as if she couldn't move an arm.

It was both lovely and torturous.

Khalifa stared at him as he did his tasks, sneaking in ministrations from time to time, and finally ending up on the bandage above her wounds.

He gently unraveled it to reveal a minimally blemished skin. It wouldn't take long before it regained its previous smoothness.

"Fortunately, your wound heals quickly." He said in relief, unconsciously touching the perimeter of the scar, tickling her. She moaned a little and he flinched, his eyes regaining its heat.

As if not noticing her state, he continued to place light ministrations, his warm hand ending up on the sexy beauty mark inside her thigh.

Her breath hitched and she wrapped her dainty arms around him, her shapely breast rubbing on his skin.

"The water is getting cold…" She said with a pouting tone, coquettishness sending electricity straight to his groin.

He quickly carried her to the bathtub, breathing a little stagnant, and gently placed her there. Looking at her beautiful expressions, he couldn't help but jump inside.

He didn't even notice she was still wearing her underwear, or that he was still fully clothed.

As they entered the water, as if in sync, their faces approached each other lips connected like magnets that could not be pulled apart.

"Hmnn…" She let out soft moans as he lapped the insides of her mouth, grinding their bodies, the texture of his wet shirt grinding her supple skin.

Her hands grabbed his shirt and separated, pouting at him. "I don't like this."

His breathing hitched and he immediately took off his shirt. He threw the damp cloth on the floor, immediately pulling her back to him with an arm.

As he devoured her mouth and tongue, one of his hands had already unclasped her bra and untied her underwear, leaving the poor pieces of undergarments at the bottom of the tub.

He unzipped his soaked pants and let out his hard shaft, pulling down enough of it so her sensitive skin wouldn't have to endure being rubbed by his pants.

He guided her over his meat stick, lining up her precious honey hole, and she sat down with a flop.

"Ah!"

"Uhmp!"

Both their heads tilted back at the ecstasy their connection brought.

How long has it been?

Without further ado, the two of them started moving, with his large hands on her waist facilitating her movements, while she was riding up and down at her own pace, extremely sensual.

"Ah, ah, ah!" sexy moans came out of her parted mouth as she rode him, and his dick being sent to heaven at her every pump.

"Ugh… Khalifa!"

The two danced in that position for a while, the combined sound of water splashing and fluid squelching reverberated across the marbled walls of the bathroom.

Cauis obsessively watched her breasts bounce with her movements, his thigh rising at an even faster pace to meet her movements.

He leaned down to eat the misbehaving glorious mounds of flesh, lapping, sucking, nibbling. The ministrations fired up Khalifa's movements, trying to catch her own high.

Cauis' hips met hers as he pounded upwards, a finger adding pressure on her clitoris, tongue lightly biting her nipple.

Their movements became faster and faster, deeper and deeper, until they finally reached their peaks nearly at the same time.

"I'm coming!" She yelled, wrapping her arms tightening around his head, mouth still stucking on his breasts.

He gulped as he swallowed her nipples as if sucking it to his throat, before letting go with a gasp. "Together!"

And they exploded, love liquids mixing with the other's, bodies enveloped with heat.

After they were spent, Khalifa rested her head on his strong chest, and he wrapped his arms around her in satisfaction.

"I missed this, professor…" she mumbled, and he smiled as he caressed her hour-glass waist.

His hand then crept up to her breasts again, groping and playing with them. He leaned down to place kisses on her shoulder, climbing up to her neck, and to her ears.

Now that they had vented once, they could finally go slow again, focused on the slow burn pleasure filled with affection.

He gently let her back rest on the tub walls while he pleasured her with his tongue and his hand.

The flat of his tongue lathered on the supple skin of her neck, occasionally sucking on it.

"Hmmnn…" she moaned, her dainty hands massaging his head, and her honey cave wrapped around his dick, as if slowly sucking on it.

He closed his eyes as he licked her body, relishing in how her ecstasy cave tightened and constructed as he did so, as if rewarding him for doing a good job.

They would stay in the water for a long time after that.

The water had turned cold, but their hearts were warm.