"No, no please. It’s not the forty-five days old yet..." Her nervous incoherent hands pressed defensively against Luis's chest, which burned like fire and rattled her even more. Her hand drew back and rested in the middle, bewildered.

"You are wrong, today is forty-five days, if you are afraid of being painful, I can be gentle..."

Luis lovingly kisses Grace's earlobe. His right hand dropped through her hair, his fingers gently curling around her collar to reveal half of her full and beautiful chest. Grace tried to pull his hand away, but his hand slid into her dress like a snake, wrapped itself around her soft peaks and kneaded gently......