DANTE
I get a tantalising glimpse of Ruby’s pyjamas as I return to the bedroom after showering. She looks significantly less like a terrified little deer tonight. More an anxious antelope.
Very pretty though. Andmine.
The wank in the shower was both ineffective and unsatisfying, as I’m chubby again as I change into sleep shorts that I usually don’t bother with. But Ruby around changes everything. I’ve never been so excited to get into bed for what’s likely to be a chaste night.
“Goodnight, tesorina.” I settle into bed and switch off the light.
It’s tempting to try to take advantage, but she’s going to come to me. I’m sure of it.
I take up my normal space on the bed, just more to the side than I would without Ruby here. And if I perhaps allow my leg to be over the centreline, can I really be blamed? I’m a big guy.
And I hit the jackpot. Ruby is restless, turning over and shifting, and it’s not long before a cold foot touches my calf, then instantly withdraws.
“Sorry,” she whispers.
“You’ve given me ice burns,” I tease. “Have you been chilling your feet to keep them fresh?”
“No! I’m just… My feet get cold.”
“I think ‘for hotter, for colder’ was one of our vows, wasn’t it?” It should have been.
“In frostbite and in heatstroke?” she replies, and I smirk. I’ve got some heat she could stroke.
“I can’t let you get frostbite in my bed, Ruby.” I shift my leg across the bed and find hers, pressing my foot to hers. Not very chilled, but cooler than me. I run hot. “You’re freezing!”
There’s a pause. “I can wear socks, I’m sorry.”
“It’s okay. I have plenty of heat to spare.” I manage to say that with a straight face. “Want to warm your feet on mine?”
“I couldn’t do that,” she says, but she doesn’t move away. Her foot is caught.
“It’s alright.” I stretch my other leg out and hook her other foot, dragging it over to me, and she gasps but doesn’t say anything as I settle us together.
“Is the rest of you sub-Arctic, too?” I ask playfully.
“More like Temperate winter. Some icy patches.”
“We can’t have that. Visit the Tropics.” Carefully, I reach over and tug on her arm, indicating she should come to me. And my obedient wife does.
“Good girl,” I murmur as she slots against my side.
I’m lying on my back, and we adjust until her lower legs are against my lower thighs, her head is cushioned by my bicep, and her chest is just touching mine.
Not enough. Not really the full closeness I want, but I’ll manage for now. My cock disagrees, but I’m capable of restraining my animal urges.
Mostly.
I can be patient. Marriage is a lifelong commitment, and I have all the time Ruby needs. She’s not my prisoner, but… Well,she’s my wife. I’m not letting her leave or allowing her to be in any danger or discomfort.
I relax into her being almost in my arms. Despite my erection, I’m the most content I can remember being… ever.
Her feet warm up. Her breathing slows and deepens. Her arm resting on my chest goes heavy. I enjoy it.
She’s asleep. And I slip into the darkness of rest, with only the nagging guilt that I am far older than her, and taking advantage.
In the morning, I force myself out of bed and downstairs to the gym early to work off some frustration. All night with Ruby so close and yet so far was unbearable, and also perfect.
