I watched him as he took off his suit jacket and laid it on the chair in our room.
“I am.” I motioned for him to come to me with my finger.
He slowly walked toward the bed while he unbuttoned his shirt.
When he got to the bed, I sat up on my knees. “Sit down.”
He did what I said, and I pulled his shirt off. “Did you enjoy yourself?” I asked, then kissed the tattoo on his neck.
“I did, but not as good as it would have been if you were there.” He moaned when I massaged his shoulders.
Multiple candles lit up the room, while our favorite playlist played through the speakers.
“I feel bad that I couldn’t go, but I figured we could have our own little party.” I continued to rub his shoulders, then moved up to his neck, before settling on rubbing his waves. His head dropped back to my chest because he loved it when I ran my fingers through his hair and massaged his scalp.
“Mm. Is that right? What did you have in mind?” Arsel’s eyes were closed as I continued to massage his scalp.
“A little massage, a little conversation, and whatever else we choose to do. I’m sure Mikayla will be asleep for the rest of the night. I made sure to keep her up a little longer, and we played until she couldn’t keep her eyes open.”
Mikayala usually slept through the night, but I tired her out just in case. I wanted uninterrupted time with Arsel. If she woke up, we would adjust accordingly.
“First on the agenda is a shower.” I removed my hands from his head, then climbed off the bed. I grabbed his hand, then led him into the bathroom.
I lit a few lavender candles to relax him and to give it a more romantic feel. The bright lights we had in the bathroom would ruin the mood. I had Arsel sit on the toilet while I ran the water. He didn’t like it too hot, so it didn’t take long for it to get to the temperature he liked.
Once the temp was right, I had him stand up, and I took off the rest of his clothes. Arsel catered to my needs and wants the majority of the time, so I felt it was only right for me to reciprocate.
Arsel’s dick stood at attention, and it was hard for me not to put it in my mouth, but the night was more than just sex.
“Are you not joining me?” Arsel asked as the water cascaded over his back.
“No. I’m going to put these clothes in the laundry room, then I’m going to wait for you in bed so I can give you a proper massage. Don’t take too long.” I turned to leave the bathroom.
If I had stayed another second, I would have joined him. I put Arsel’s clothes in the dirty clothes basket, then took the basket to the laundry room. I planned on washing clothes the next day.
After that was done, I went into the kitchen and poured some scotch into a glass for Arsel. He wasn’t a big drinker, but sometimes he liked to have a glass to relax. I got a glass of wine for myself. I wanted to keep it to one because I had to be aware of everything.
Arsel and I used to have nights when we got drunk and stayed in bed the day after. We couldn’t do that now with a child in the house. I never wanted to get so drunk that I couldn’t do what needed to be done for Mikayla.
By the time I made it back upstairs, Arsel was out of the shower and was on the side of the bed, drying off.
“For you.” I handed him the glass, and he took it back like a shot.
“Thank you.”
“Why did you drink it so fast?” I took a sip of my wine and looked at him.
My husband was so damn fine. His beard had a few water droplets in it. His gold chains rested against his chest. Arsel’s brown skin glistened from the shower. I couldn’t help but lick my lips.
“Because I can’t wait for this massage.” He tossed the towel he used into a corner of the room, then lay back on the bed. His dick stood straight up in the air.
I quickly drank the rest of my wine, then put the glass on the dresser. I would worry about the cups later. My husband needed my attention, and I was going to give it to him.
I slowly walked across the room, not taking my eyes off Arsel and his dick. He leaned on his elbows to watch me.
“Move up on the bed, and turn on your stomach,” I demanded as I grabbed the massage oil from the bedside table.
Arsel did what I said, without saying anything. When he was on his stomach, I climbed on the bed and sat on his back, right above his butt. I poured the oil into my hand and rubbed my hands together to activate the heat. I leaned forward and massaged the oil into his skin.
