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I do not have the same.
When she’s sleeping and the blanket exposes her shoulder, I drift my fingers up and down her spine, hoping somehow, someway, I soothe her dreams since I’m the nightmare she’s painted in her mind.
I’m captivated by her, if only she’d allow me to show her.
My phone begins to buzz, and I lean over, placing a kiss on my wife’s shoulder. She nuzzles her face into the pillow, sighing, and I roll out of bed, swiping the alarm off on my phone so I don’t wake her. My knees pop as I stand, and I hold in a groan because that felt so damn good.
I head to the bathroom, use the restroom, wash my hands, and strip out of my pajama pants. Rosie was insistent that I wore them to bed after I told her I slept naked.
It’s cute getting her fired up. Her cheeks turn red, and her curls bounce as she bobs her head left and right while she shuffles her feet because she gets so uncomfortable.
She gets so mad at me, but I know she’s only fighting what she feels. There is a massive connection between us, one that is powerful. When I’m near her, I only want to get closer. It’s lust, it’s desire, and it’s addictive. I want more of it.
But I’ll have to be patient while she works out her feelings. I’m a patient man. I have all the time in the world and so does she. She’s out of her mind if she thinks I’m letting her get away after a year.
I peek my head from the bathroom to the bedroom, checking on Rosie to make sure she’s there and is okay. She’s on her other side now and her arm is stretched across my side.
What if she was reaching for me?
In her sleep would be the only time the Tesoro would touch me.
I back away and reach into the shower stall, flipping the water on. I wait until it’s hot and then step in, rolling my head over my shoulders. I know she watched me last night. I felt the cool air from the bedroom enter the bathroom, so I closed my eyes and angled my body so she could see me. I wanted to put on a show. I wanted her to see what is hers.
Maybe if I’m lucky, she’ll come in here again and instead of watching, she’ll join me.
I hang my head, leaning forward and catching myself on the wall, and let the water run over my back.
Is this how Carmine felt constantly when it came to his wife? Out of control and on edge?
Christ, it’s hard to fucking think when I ache for her. I want to lie Rosie down and adorn her body with kisses, finding the spots that make her gasp and her back arch. I want to make her so wet that she begs me to slide deep inside her, reaching depths like no other man has been able to. I’ll show her pleasure beyond what any man has failed to do for her.
“Fuck,” I curse, staring down at my cock.
I’m so hard, the ache in my shaft tells me it wouldn’t take long for me to come. “Damn it, Tesoro. It should be you getting on your knees and sucking down my cock,” I whisper under the hot spray of water, wrapping my hand around the base, I give it a good tug, and squeeze it a bit too hard until I feel a bite of pain.
I groan, pressing my forehead against the slick tile walls, fisting my free hand above my head. I lightly bang on the wall, my knees buckling as I stroke myself faster. I bury my face in my arm, the hot breath heating my skin as it leaves me in heavy huffs. My cock has always been sensitive when it comes to sex.
But what’s great is that I can come, then come again, and again.
I can keep going without flagging, which I’m thankful for or my sensitivity would be a weakness.
I trace the crown, my entire body trembling from how fucking good it feels.
“Fuck,” I curse again. “Oh, fuckkk,” I groan, tilting my head back as I think about Rosie taking me into her mouth, her tongue teasing me and bringing me to the edge. I bet she’d like that, the little troublemaker. I bet she’d love teasing me until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“Rosie,” I growl her name in warning as if she’s done something wrong as I paint the walls with my come, my orgasm going on and on.
I’m finally able to gasp for breath, shaking my head at how intense that was. I’ve never come that hard at the thought of someone. I don’t usually think about anything when I masturbate. It’s all about getting to the orgasm, but Rosie lights a fire under my skin and her rebellion swims through my veins.
It feeds me. The longer the back and forth between us goes, the more I hunger for it.
The more I crave it.
I wash away the evidence of wishing I could feel my wife’s mouth around my cock, then clean myself like I should have done when I got in here, but I got distracted.
When I’m done, I dry off, wrapping the towel around my waist, then brush my teeth.
I expect to see Rosie in bed still, but much to my disappointment, my Tesoro isn’t there. I hear pans clanking from down the hall and realize she’s in the kitchen. I get dressed, grabbing a pair of black slacks and a black long-sleeve shirt, using cuff links for the sleeves. Opening up the drawer, I snag a pair of black socks and sit on the bed, not thinking about anything other than wanting to see Rosie.
