I stop and watch the flushed, aroused state of my little wife. She opens her eyes, looking drunk, seductive, and utterly seduced.
I lean closer to her face and whisper, looking into her drunk blue eyes, “If I put my hand inside these lavender shorts, will I find my wife’s pussy dripping?”
She nods in a daze but recovers quickly and pulls away. I chuckle. “I bet it’s dripping hot and—” She covers my lips with her fingers. “Shut up.”
I kiss her fingers, and both of us drift back to the night before my birthday in our memories.
She drops her hands in her lap. “You talk so bad.”
“We don’t call wordsbadthat make you wet, Angel.”
She tries to glare at me but fails. “If you talk like this, I won’t speak to you.”
I sigh dramatically. “I’m also a poor gentleman, I too have to obey the angel.”
She raises a brow. I lean back against the pillows, stretching my legs straight on the bed. She sits on the other side, facing me.
Our legs brush together. That tiny touch sends a thrill through me.
“Why is it blue?” she asks, her eyes fixed on my wrist.
“I like the color of your eyes.”
“I also like the color of your eyes.”
“What do you like about black colour of eyes?”
“I’ve never seen eyes this black.”
I lean my head back against the wood. “What else?”
“Hmm?”
“What do you like in me?” I ask.
She shifts slightly, uncomfortable. “Your lips… your hair… your jawline.” Her eyes trail down, a soft blush spreads across her pale cheeks. “Your hands, your muscles… your height.”
I smile. “And what don’t you like? Apart from my bracelet.”
She looks away, brushing her gaze past me. “I haven’t thought about it.”
I let a slow smile tug at my lips.I like to think she dislikes nothing about me. The thought alone tightens my chest, sending a flutter through my stomach. Even my butterflies seem to approve.
She’s gazing out the window, the low evening light brushing her pale skin and sunset-colored hair. “I’ll build a treehouse for us in our forest,” I murmur, imagining countless evenings spent there with her, just like this.
She catches my gaze, her lips curve into a small smile.She doesn’t say no.That’s enough. My chest swells, warmth coursing through me, a surge of something fierce, yet quiet.
Our eyes lock, and suddenly the six feet between us feels like an eternity and nothing at all. Every nerve in my body pricks with the tension between us.
“I want to touch you so badly,” I whisper, my voice low, rough, carrying all the weight of what I feel. The words hang in the air, almost tangible, as if the space between us could ignite at any second.
She fiddles with her fingers. “But you can’t.”
I smirk. “Don’t sound so disappointed, Angel. I’ll break your daddy dearest’s rules.”
“I’m not disappointed.” She frowns, but the shy smile gives her away. I watch that smile with reverence.I’ve finally got it back, and I will never lose it again.
“I love you.”
