“Maybe they’ll only be for special occasions.”
“Unh.” She kissed his nipples.
“Maybe I’ll only wear them when I need to be in your good graces . . . or you’ve been a particularly good girl and want a treat . . . and then I’ll put the spectacles on . . . and you’ll know . . . how much Phin wants his Caro . . . and wants her to be happy . . . and then . . .”
She looked at his face to see why he wasn’t telling her what would happen next. His eyes were closed, his face relaxed, his full lips slightly parted.
She stayed still for several minutes before getting out of the bed and taking her stockings off and cleaning herself between her legs. Then she got back into the bed. She would need to get some books in this room, to put on the table here. And a lamp she could bring close to the bed for reading at night.
Phineas didn’t sleep long. After about half an hour, his arm belted her waist.
“I’m sorry, darling. Did I drift off?”
She nodded.
“You aren’t angry at Phin, are you?”
She shook her head.
“Come here and give me a kiss.”
She put her head on the pillow next to him and kissed his lips. Then she ran her fingertips over his forehead, his jaw. He smiled and it was an uncertain smile, not his usual ebullient grin.
“Maybe I waited too long to get married. I should have married you when I was twenty-three and you were seventeen. Then you wouldn’t have had to wait for me to wake up from a nap on our wedding day.”
“No.”
“No, what, darling?”
“If I had been that young, I wouldn’t have—” She bit her lip.
“You wouldn’t have what? You wouldn’t have married me?”
Yes, that was true. She wouldn’t have. Back then, she had pictured someone so different from Phineas. But that wasn’t what she had intended to tell him just now. And she would never say something so cruel to her husband.
She whispered what she had been thinking. “When I was seventeen, I wouldn’t have liked the b-bed so much.”
“Oh, darling.” He stroked her from her shoulder blade down to her bottom, where he cupped one cheek. “Does that mean you like it now?”
She thumped on his chest.
“What does that mean?”
“It means you know the answer.”Anther.
He gathered her into his arms. “Oh, Caro, I’m so lucky you picked me.”
I didn’t pick you. But I’m married to you anyway. I’m the lucky one.
“And if you would be willing to give my cock a little attention, I think I could be ready for you again. Soon.”
She grasped his flaccid member.
“Oh, yes, Caro.” He held her breasts. “See how excited you make me already?”
He was hardening in her hand as she stroked him gently, afraid of hurting him when he was still somewhat pliable.
“And if you used your mouth, I would get harder even faster.”
