You are what you eatis not a saying I agree with.
I wave my hand in a nonchalant manner and lean back on the mound of pillows. “You’re always taking pictures of everything, especially that cat.”
She glances at the feline sleeping on the foot of the bed. “Dusty.”
“I prefer slut’s wool, personally.” Carina makes a face at me and I shrug. “It’s another way of saying dust bunny, which is what you named him. Not me. I wanted to call him something masculine, but I think the idiom works quite well, all things considered.”
She shakes her head at me and exhales. “You drive me crazy.”
“I consider it my goal in life, Signora Silvestri.”
“Just so you know, I’m not using this state-of-the-art camera to take photos of your arrogant face. It might crack the lens.”
My wife grins at me and then continues showing me all the features of the camera, using jargon I’m not familiar with, even after the salesman talked my ear off for almost an hour. The only thing I knew in the end was the camera was expensive, top of the line, and everything a photographer could ever want.
So I bought it.
I wrap my arm around her and pull her close, now that she’s not screeching, and watch how her eyes dance with excitement. Carina is infectious when she’s happy and I’m going to spend the rest of my life trying to keep her that way.
Well, thatandhorny.
During the course of our newlywed status, she’s been more demanding in that department and all I can do is be grateful the saints above have cocks, because that has to be the reason my wife is insatiable. Needless to say, marriage is a hell of a lot better than I thought it’d be.
Carina wriggles from my hold and slides from the bed to walk around the edge until she’s hovering over her pet. He doesn’t move an inch while she takes picture after picture, only stopping to view the screen and make adjustments to the settings. I watch her in pure contentment as she scrunches her face in concentration or purses her lips while thinking. After a bit she looks in my direction and smiles.
I return the gesture.
And my dick gets hard. No surprise there.
“Come here,” I say.
She cocks her head and her tilted lips spread into a knowing grin. After climbing onto the bed, Carina leans over to give me a kiss. I grab her and yank her to my chest, deepening the kiss and preventing her from escaping. She immediately goes soft in my arms, yielding to me in a way that sets my blood on fire. Her moan has me ready to forgo the plans I made earlier.
With great reluctance I pull away and stare up at her. “I’m going to tie you up.”
“Okay,” she breathes. Carina’s breasts rise with her anticipation-filled breaths and her gaze takes on a sheen that has nothing to do with happiness. It’s pure desire. “Where do you want me?”
Impaled on my cock, of course.
I inwardly groan. That’ll come later.
“In the middle of the bed.” I get up to retrieve my black silk rope and then deposit the cat on the floor. “Sorry, bro,” I say to the feline, “there can only be one pussy on the bed.”
Carina rolls her eyes at me, but her smile remains.
“These knots are going to take some time,” I say to her, “so why don’t you teach me to use the camera.”
Her expression becomes serious and she launches into the specifics of how to point and shoot, but in great detail. All the while I work with the rope, starting with wrapping it around her thighs and making my way up. Before I get to her hands, I take the camera from her.
“Let’s see how good of a teacher you are.”
“Rafael…”
I glance up from the camera at hearing the hesitancy in her voice. “What is it?”
She drops her gaze and runs her fingertips over the rope where it rests on her thigh. “I don’t want you to take pictures of me.”
“What about ‘capturing the moment’ and all that other artsy-fartsy shit you’re always saying to me?” I tilt my head, my brows gathering. “I don’t get it.”
