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“Welcome back, Mr. Moretti.” Her suggestive tone and the way her nails lay against his suit jacket makes my skin crawl.
Cassio glares at her in response and she awkwardly retracts her fingers. I can tell he doesn’t actually know this woman, but she knows exactly who he is and thinks this is the way to shoot her shot.
Not on my fucking watch.
“Do you need anything else?” she asks.
“Yes, actually,” I chime, lips twisting into a devious smile as I slowly lift the small knife in my silverware bundle. The blade flashes under the fluorescent lights above our table. “If you touch my husband one more time, I’m going to put this through your palm andtwistuntil you pass out screaming and crying. Understand?”
The woman goes pale. “I-I?—”
“Yes or no?”
“Yes,” she rushes out, and rushes off.
Cassio’s hot gaze licks up and down my skin. “Are you trying to make me hard before we’ve even left?”
“Save that energy for later on,” I tell him, licking my lips. “I have plans for you tonight, Husband.”
He huffs like he’s hot, taking a gulp of the complimentary table water. “I’m the luckiest bastard in here.”
ChapterThirty-Three
Ana
There are a few benefits to being with a man who runs as warm as Cassio does. When you’re cold, he’s a walking furnace to snuggle into, his body temperature transforming your own like magic. He never complains when I slip my freezing cold feet in between his thick and blazing hot thighs, letting me fall asleep with them there if I want.
But the best benefit is how little he wears to bed in order to get some sleep himself. The tiniest little briefs that barely pass for shorts and nothing else. He must have been overheating for weeks when he would hold me at night, wearing a shirt and sleep pants so that he wouldn’t make me uncomfortable with his near nudity.
Now he sleeps on his back, the silky bed sheet only covering half of him, one leg hidden and part of the fabric splayed over his middle. I could watch him sleep for hours, just being mesmerized by his rising and falling chest. He’s so sculpted it’s hard to take my eyes off of him in the daylight, let alone while he’s basking in a peaceful sleep.
It’s a mutual obsession, since I’ve caught Cassio watching me as I wake up on more than one occasion. But it’s not often that he’s in bed when I’m not by his side, making it difficult for me to admire him as much as I’d like.
I never considered myself an obsessive person, but something about my husband drives me mad. I can’t get enough of his sight, watching him whenever he’s near, not bothering to look away when he catches me gawking. Tonight, though, he won’t catch me. He’s in a deep sleep, utterly unaware that I’m standing above his side of the bed… observing.
Being patient isn’t something that I’m usually fond of, but I have the strangest need to take my time. I have Cassio all to myself. I could do anything to him and he wouldn’t see it coming. I could hurt him, or worse, end his life. There’s an unspoken trust between people who share a bed, sleeping is one of the most vulnerable states for a human to be found in.
Even the dark parts of me, the parts I can hardly control, don’t have the smallest desire to hurt my husband. Not the tiniest bit of murderous temptation calls to me. No, hurt is not something I ever want to inflict on this man. Truthfully, all I want to do is play with him—to touch him while he rests and all the control falls upon me.
I like being submissive to my husband,loveit, even. I enjoy letting go and feeling all the incredible things he does to my body. It’s freeing, feeling pleasure that’s entirely decided by someone other than myself. But while Cassio is sleeping, a different sort of freedom sings to me.
My hands creep up from my sides, gliding up my soft thighs and caressing the pink nightie I put on after my shower. My hair is still slightly damp, hanging down around the center of my back and my ribs. I’d have dried it, but I couldn’t risk the sound of the hair dryer waking Cassio up. I need this tonight, I need it so badly that my hands itch to reach for him.
Cupping my breasts, the small burst of pleasure sends a shiver down my spine. Keeping one hand over my sensitive tit, I drop the other to reach for my husband. The barest brush of my nails over his exposed thigh causes his flesh to pebble and I grin at the sight. It feels naughty, like I shouldn’t be doing this. The emotion doesn’t scare me, no, itfuelsme.
The soft rise and fall of Cassio’s breath is the only notable sound as I delve deeper into exploring his unconscious body. After only a few minutes of my hands roaming all along his warm skin, the blanket covering his crotch begins to lift. His breathing hasn’t shifted at all, but he’s becoming aroused in his sleep.
The sight causes a bubble of enthusiasm to burst, some of my patience melting away. Carefully, I begin to rid him of his shorts, desperately needing to see more of him. Once his cock springs free, all control is lost. Foil packet in hand, I climb into bed, careful not to stir him.
Pushing my lace knickers to one side, I glide my fingers through my slit, finding my cunt utterly soaked. Unrelenting desire claws at me, and I reach forward, petting his cock with my arousal-coated fingers.
I need him inside of me,now.
Hurriedly gliding a condom down his shaft, I straddle his hips in a ravenous rush. I stroke his cock once before lining him up to notch at my entrance. Letting my weight fall, my pussy slides down, swallowing him inch by inch.
It’s so sneaky, so forbidden, and so fucking good.
Rocking on my knees, I start to ride him slowly, not knowing how much I can take while remaining quiet. My skin is covered in gooseflesh, the wispy hairs on my arms standing straight up. I already feel like I could burst, my walls constricting around my husband’s rock hard erection.
