Hungry Husband

25 Sep 2021  C. chou  2 mins read.

“You’re back,” I acknowledged, as the door clicked shut behind me, continuing to search the drawers for a suitable set of clothing for tonight’s events. Instantly, I felt arms wrap around my waist. The warmth of his chest pressed against my back, as he pulled me into his embrace.

“You smell nice,” my husband said, before lifting me.

“I just came out of the shower,” I answered, slightly flustered by his strong response, as he carried me over to the bed.

“Yes,” he answered, voice low, placing me down onto the bed. He immediately began to unbutton his shirt, as he crawled onto the bed, and leaned in on me.

“The event-“ I started.

“Hey, Google,” he said, without taking his eyes off me, “Text Charles, and tell him apologies but my wife and I won’t be able to show up tonight.”

“You!” I said, making a fist and playfully punching his chest, as he closed the distance between us, and tossed his dress shirt behind him. He smiled, silencing anything else I had to say with a kiss.

“You seduced me first,” he whispered, pulling away from the kiss, and cupping my face with one hand. “What did you expect, dressed in just a towel, like that?”

“It’s not the first time that you seen me with my back and shoulders exposed,” I retorted, my face warm.

“Yes, but usually there are too many clothes in the way, and it’s not like we were in the sanctuary of our home, where I could just reach for you like this,” He answered, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. “You think I really wouldn’t have that time, if there weren’t so many people present?”

“You weren’t ever this hungry, before we married,” I answered.

“Ah yes,” he said, eyes twinkling. “Knowing you, I had to make sure I wouldn’t scare you off, before I could truly call you mine.”

I felt one of his arms find its way underneath me, as he continued to caress my hair with his other hand. “But of course,” he whispered, leaning towards my ear, teasing. “As my wife, you have no escape from me now.” He leaned in again, passionately kissing me, and any lingering thoughts of the party fled from my mind. He was here for me now, and I for him. At that moment, I couldn’t ask for more.

C. Chou
C. Chou

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