I wake before Brandon, my heart hammers in my chest as I lean over to place a kiss on his lips. His eyelids flutter open, a look of recognition flashes across his face and he pulls me into his embrace to deepen the kiss. Throwing my leg over his, my body melts into his and I grind my pelvis on his hips, letting him explore my mouth with his tongue.

We separate some seconds after to catch our breaths, I trace a line down the centre of his hairy chest, a content smile playing on my lips. Propping my jaw on his chest, I pout when I catch him staring down at me. His hand cups my butt through my robe, I sink my teeth into my lower lip without breaking eye contact. As inexperienced as I might be, I want to do so many wickedly delicious things to him, to learn every part of his body.

“Good morning, wifey, you slept well?” He massages my butt when I offer no reply, his palms cover my hands laying flat on his chest and he says, “Your hands are shaking.”

Hiding my face in my palms, I gulp, he looks too handsome for someone who just woke. His fingers caressing the nape of my neck reminds me I am yet to provide an answer to his question, I lower my hands and stare at the ceiling. I whisper, “I’m nervous.”

Brandon slides into a sitting position with his upper body resting on the headboard. His hair shoots in all direction, on instinct, my hand reaches up to pat my scalp to ascertain the state of my bonnet, it tends to slip off during the night. “Why? What’s wrong?”

His leg feels cold against my cheek, I fiddle with his toes. “El.”

My face crumbles, I turn to him with my intertwined hands under my jaw and jut my lower lip. “Call me wifey.” I frown. “My name is wifey or dear wife, don’t call me, El.”

He chuckles. “Okay, wifey, what’s wrong?”

The thumping of my heart forces me to clear my throat, I give in to the temptation and crawl onto his laps. His hands are quick to wrap around my waist, my gaze fixates on his chest to avoid those sharp eyes trying to figure out the issue. It’s not a big deal.

“Are you still mad at me?” We couldn’t stay till the end of the show because I wasn’t enjoying it, I did try to look beyond the pain but it always came down to it. He arches a brow, I gulp and add, “Yesterday. I didn’t seem to share your excitement in the club.”

In my defence, he never gave me prior notice, all I knew was we were headed to his club but I didn’t know what type until we arrived there. I suck on my bottom lip, I don’t want to go there again, I hope he can understand. It hurts to watch them maltreat my fellow woman. I know she gave her blessings but it doesn’t stop me from feeling bad for her.

Trailing the line between his breasts, I pull one of his tiny nipples and giggle when he purses his lips. “Is that why you’re nervous?” I pout and he chuckles. “No, I am not, I was never mad at you. I should have asked you first,” he cocks his head to the side and nods, “I did think you would like it. The rough sex, watching someone else get punished.”

Satisfied with his response, I smile. “I couldn’t enjoy it but you can go alone if you want.”

His reply is interrupted by the faraway sound of a ringtone I identify as mine, I shrug when he points that out, whoever that is can wait. “I only go if and when I have to.”

Weaving my fingers through his hair, I cry out when he loosens the rope of my robe, freeing my breasts to tease my nipples. I am entranced by his eyes which cloud with lust, he lowers his head to my chest, his mouth closes over my nipple and his tongue circles the taut bud. Gritting my teeth, I throw my head back and inhale sharply, trying not to lose focus with the hand palming my belly slowly making its way to my core.

We need to do this different, my way. I swat his hands off me, he arches an eyebrow as if surprised by my reaction to his touch. “Who runs the business in your absence?”

Annoyance mars his handsome face, seeps into his voice when he says, “I have a lot of people for that.” I nod and pepper kisses all over his knuckles to pacify him. His frown eases into a small smile, I flash him a grin. “But I get a weekly, sometimes daily report.”

“Must you travel today?” I ask. My shoulders sag when his head bobs, I sigh and move to sit on the edge of the bed. Having a husband like him means impromptu travels, I hate it.

With my hands tucked between my laps, I murmur, “I want to make love to you.”

Deafening silence takes over our room, I spare him a glance only to see his eyes trained on me like I have grown another head. I rub my hands over my knees, let out a deep breath and stand, it’s now or never. Shifting my weight to the other foot, I keep my eyes on the floor, give him a few seconds to react before deciding to damn the consequences.

To avoid giving in to the nerves, I let my silky robe pool at my feet and his eyes narrow as they settle on my nakedness. I manage a giggle. He gets off the bed like a controlled robot, his hand reaches out to touch me and I shake my head. We are doing it my way.

I bring his head down to claim his lips, he tries to hasten the kiss but I hesitate until he groans and slows to my pace. The bonnet slips from my head, my hair cascades down into a curtain over my breasts and I suck in a sharp breath when Brandon weaves his fingers through the messy curls, brushing my taut, sensitive nipples in the process.

My senses come alive when he cups my butt, he litters kisses all over my neck and I have a harder time getting him to keep his hands to himself. At this rate, we will be fucking in no time but I want to make sweet love to him; love and learn his body like I know mine.

His face softens when I peck his lips. “El.”

Creating a gap between us, I trail the line on his chest to the waistband of his shorts which I pull to result in a snap against his skin. He frowns, I bat my eyelashes and move behind to wrap my arms around his waist. My cheek presses against his back.

“I love you, Brandon.”

On my toes, I place a kiss on his scar, he freezes. In seconds, my back connects with the bed and Brandon towers over me. His lips hover above mine, I palm his face and let my eyes convey all the emotions my mouth cannot speak. Taken aback by my reaction, he stares at me with a funny expression and the butterflies in my stomach scatter. I take advantage of his shock and flip us, giggling when he groans at the switch in positions.

My lips descend on his neck, I assault his ear with kisses, all parts of his body my mouth can reach with our fingers laced above his head. Warmth spreads through me when he lets me lead the pace, succumbing to my unspoken request and I cup his cheeks to place a delicate kiss on his lips. My mouth lowers to his collarbone, I nibble the flesh there and his shivers has my toes curling. I moan into his chest when his fingers tickle my anus, trail my buttcrack to the entrance of my vagina and a whimper escapes me. The lower part of my belly tightens, heat rushes to my core and I almost give him back the reins.

Closing my mouth over one of his nipples, I tickle and tease him my tongue while my hand sneaks into his shorts to fondle with his balls until he tears me away from him. His chest rises and falls, his lips parts open as he stares wide-eyed at me. I let him touch me, my head falls back as he kneads my breasts and I scream out his name when he slides a finger into my wetness. I gasp when he hits the right spot countless times, my teeth sink into my lip and my mind goes blank as ripples of pleasure washes over me. Oh, Brandon.

He pulls his finger out, smacks his lips after wiping it clean and I rush to grab his wrists above his head in an attempt to regain control. I litter wet kisses all over his face and a guttural sound escapes him when I bounce on his erection. Tugging on the waistband of his shorts, I bite my lower lip and he lifts himself high enough for me to pull it off.

The sight of his thick erection causes my mouth to water, I blink twice and gulp, a bit disappointed at myself for being unable to take all of him in my mouth. A lot of videos I saw online gave detailed instructions on how to give a blowjob but I am afraid to try any of them now, I don’t want to ruin this moment with my ineptitude and poor gag reflexes.

Brandon and I share a look at my hesitation, his eyes are curious, I offer him a flirtatious smile and bat my eyelashes while sliding until I am eye level with his dick. Putting my hair into a loose bun, I take a deep breath and my hand closes over his pulsing manhood in an up-down motion. I flick my tongue over his hairless balls, he lets out a strangled hiss, his fingers dig into my scalp and my bun comes undone in a mess around us.

Pain shoots through my skull when he tugs my hair harshly out of my face, I wince and his grip relaxes. Keeping my gaze on his face is hard but I try, his head lifts off the pillow and he bangs his clenched fist on the bed when my index finger flickers over his anus.

My mouth closes over his balls as my fingers circle the tip of his shaft and an animalistic sound coming from him bounces off the wall. Giving in to my instincts, I close my mouth over his dick briefly before returning to his balls, he growls and his body jerks forward.

“Do you want me to stop?” I ask when his groans increase to a point of near hysteria.

“Please… don’t.”

I let out a soft sigh when he rids me of the errant hairs stuck to my forehead and suck on his balls the way I would have done his penis if the size doesn’t freak me out. His hand on the back of my head tries to force all of him into my mouth but I refuse and reduce my pace. I want him to feel everything. My spit works as a natural lubricant, I keep at it until the only sounds coming from him are the whispers of my name and content moans.

“Wifey,” he breathes out.

He groans when I stop, his shaft glistens with precum which my tongue takes care of in one swift motion. I kiss the corners of his mouth, he keeps my head in place to ravish my lips and I slide onto his dick. A muffled moan escapes me at the communion of our bodies and I almost forget this morning is all about him. I bounce on his dick slowly, so slowly that a burst of electricity travels through me and I am also crying out in ecstasy.

Even when my waist protests, I don’t stop, today is all about him and his satisfaction. I throw my head back and twerk on his penis with his grunts as his fingers dig into my sides a motivation to keep me going. I spare him a glance, he smiles and my heart skips.

Our moans float in the air, a beautiful harmony and my heart swells with love and pride when our eyes meet. I peck him, grab his hands above his head and rotate my waist until he shoots his seeds inside of me, then I fall to the bed. Snuggling close to Brandon, I bury my head in his chest and sigh, we ignore our slippery mess and he strokes my back.

“God, El,” he pecks the top of my head, “fuck. Don’t do that again.”

Satisfaction taints his words, I purr into his chest and take his nipple between my teeth. This morning was all about him, for once, I am glad to have taken control from him.

“I’ll do it again and again,” I say and he chuckles, giving my arm a small squeeze. I look up to him, sink my teeth into my lower lip and blink twice. “Baby, did I do good?”

That familiar but comfortable silence takes over us as his gaze lowers to me. His brows furrow, I gulp, my heart starts beating fast and I clear my throat above the noise of my increasingly thumping heart. I am almost sure I did good but I want to hear it from him.

His answer never comes because I throw another question at him, “Is it bad I always seek validation from you?” I start regretting my question when he stiffens, his hand on my back falls to the bed, I sniff and subtly wipe the tears that stream down my cheeks.

“Validation?” Midway into nodding, I pause to consider my next choice of words, I can’t handle being reprimanded right before he travels. “By asking to know how I feel about something you did?” He shakes his head and chuckles, causing my lips to pull into a grim line. “You are seeking my opinion, not validation. What’s validation?” He scoffs, I let out a forced laugh. “If you don’t ask me, there will be no way for you to know I enjoyed it.”

“But there are other ways to tell,” I counter, “good wives will know without asking.”

The sharp tone of his voice when he screams out my name in shock cuts through me and I burst into tears. I make to stand but he sits up and pulls me into a hug while stroking my back until my shoulders stop trembling. Hooking a finger under my jaw, he kisses my tears and I sniff, unable to look him in the eyes, I am such a mess. I ruined the moment.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he replies. Taking my index and middle fingers, he brings them to his lips, I giggle when he nibbles on them. It tickles. “You did good,” my eyes lower to the semen drying on my thighs, “you are an awesome wife and you are a strong, beautiful woman.” Tears fill up my eyes but this time, they are tears of joy. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

Using my palms, I try to smoothen the lines on his forehead and he grabs my wrists. “I don’t know too,” I say with a pout. “I suddenly feel so insecure,” I sniff, “sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” he chides me and I nod. I stick my tongue out and we both laugh. “You are a good wife, Elna Amahle Stark, the best a man can ever get. Don’t ever doubt that.”

My arms snake around his waist, I place kisses above his nipples. “I love you.”