I know instinctively how to take care of him, how to banish all his cares and worries and responsibilities. My poor sweet love carries far too much weight on those broad shoulders. The pressure of running a successful business, the constant vigilance required in our world, the endless decisions and negotiations and delicate balancing acts that make up his daily life.
He needs me to help him forget all of that for a while, to create a space where he can simply exist without having to be Carlo Benedetti the capo, the businessman, the man everyone turns to for solutions. Here, with me, he can just be Carlo. My Carlo, my husband, my beloved.
I sit up suddenly as an incredible idea strikes me, inspiration hitting like lightning in my perfectly peaceful brain. I know exactly how to wake him up. The very best possible way to transition from sleep to wakefulness.
All warm and cozy under silk sheets, with a tropical sunrise painting the ceiling above us, his body being lovingly worshipped by his devoted wife. It’s absolutely perfect, romantic and sensual and exactly what every man deserves to experience on the morning after his wedding night.
I carefully ease the blanket away from Carlo’s sleeping form, moving with the patience of someone who has all the time in the world. He doesn’t even stir, so deeply relaxed that my movements barely register. The sedative really was perfectly calibrated, enough to ensure he got the deep, restorative sleep he desperately needed.
His magnificent body is revealed inch by inch, like unwrapping the world’s most precious gift. Broad shoulders tapering to a narrow waist, olive skin that seems to glow in the artificial sunrise, the scattered scars that tell the story ofhis dangerous life. Every line and curve is absolute perfection, masculine beauty in its purest form.
It’s almost impossible to believe that he’s really mine. All mine. Forever and always.
The morning light from the projector plays across his skin, creating patterns of gold and shadow that shift with each simulated wave. He looks like a classical statue brought to life, like something Michelangelo might have carved from the finest marble. But he’s real, he’s warm, he’s breathing, and most importantly, he’s my husband.
I take a moment just to appreciate the sight of him, to memorize every detail of this perfect morning. The way his dark hair falls across the pillow, slightly mussed from sleep. The way his lips are parted just slightly, soft breaths escaping in the most endearing way. The way his body has finally, completely relaxed, all the tension and wariness of the past few days melted away in the safety of our bed.
This is what I’ve dreamed of for so long. Carlo at peace, Carlo protected, Carlo exactly where he belongs. With me, in our bed, in our life together.
The first time I drugged him, to get him to my basement lair, we weren’t married. It wasn’t right to even look at his naked body, let alone touch it beyond what was necessary. But everything is different now. He is legally my husband. I am his wife.
And now I get to show him just how much I love him, how grateful I am that he’s finally stopped fighting what was always meant to be. I get to worship him the way he deserves, to make him understand through touch and devotion that this is his new reality.
A reality where he wakes up every morning to love and care and absolute devotion. A reality where he never has to face theworld alone again. A reality where I get to love him exactly the way I’ve always dreamed of.
Sighing happily, I make my way down the bed. Moving carefully so I don’t jostle Carlo too much.
Getting into position between his legs feels like coming home. It is a thousand times better than finding an oasis after endlessly trekking in the arid desert. This is where I belong. Where I am meant to be.
I lower my head until my nose is brushing over his neatly trimmed pubes. I sniff as deeply as I can. Imbuing my lungs with his manly scent. It’s heady. The best smell in the entire world.
His beautiful cock is soft. Hanging slightly to the left. Allowing me to feast on the sight of his right ball. And what a magnificent sight it is. Big. Heavy. Proud and unashamed. A ball that knows its worth.
It’s so very perfect.
I’m so excited, I’m shaking. I’m so hungry for him, I’m drooling. I will never get tired of blowing my husband. It is forever going to be the highlight of my day. What I live for.
I nuzzle into his groin. Rubbing my face against his cock and balls. It feels wonderful. Soft, flaccid flesh massaging his sublime scent into my skin. My face is going to smell like his junk, and it is going to be heavenly.
Carlo is not even stirring. My little gift is helping him to sleep so sweetly. He deserves it. And it is allowing me the opportunity to explore him thoroughly. To take my time, with no pressure of impressing him. Right now, there is no need to prove anything or to endeavor to make him realize that he loves me. In this moment, I’m free to simply enjoy him. Savor him and appreciate everything he has to offer.
It’s enough to make me giddy.
I poke my tongue out and lick one long, broad stroke all along his length. His flavor fills my mouth. Clean, musky, pure Carlo.I swear I can taste concentrated testosterone. It’s delicious. Addictive and so fucking sexy.
I lick and lick. His cock stays soft. All floppy and relaxed. It’s so cute. I take all of him into my mouth, for the sheer novelty of having him flaccid.
I moan around the weight of him. He is still heavy and hot, despite being soft. And now he is twitching. His body responding to my attentions while his mind dreams.
I suckle on him softly and get comfortable. Gently nursing on his cock as he slowly fills, swells and hardens, is going to be unfiltered exhilaration. A core happy memory to cherish forever. Fifty years from now, when I’m bouncing our grandchildren on my knee, I’m going to be thinking of this moment and grinning.
I hum contentedly as my tongue glides and my cheeks hollow. He is swelling beautifully. Growing large in my mouth. His breathing has picked up pace. I bet he is having a lovely dream. It better be of me.
He twitches and makes a soft sound. I wonder if I can make him cum like this? A lovely orgasm while all languid and dreamy. That would be nice.
The thought makes me moan. His cock throbs, reaching full hardness. I start bobbing my head and am rewarded with a blast of salty precum. Incredible flavor. Exquisite.
I pick up my pace and tighten the suction.
