Wife's duties (2)

Warning: smut content.

I caress Alexander's chest, wondering if I'm supposed to go all the way like this. It's getting difficult. The blindfold allows me to see the shapes, but without the details, I fear I'll make some mistake.

I reach his abs with my hands, and I move on his chest with my lips. My husband doesn't stop me, so I slowly move down. I push him back, but he doesn't accept lying on the mattress.

Instead, he grabs my wrists and blocks me under him.

His knee is between my legs, pressing up to split them.

«Wife,» he says. Just that.

I can tell he's aroused by the hoarse tone of his voice. Is it because of me? I didn't do anything much.

Not yet, because he prevented me. And now, I can't move.

His teeth sink in my shoulder, and I don't keep my complaint low in volume.

«What is this for?» I inquire. «I've done my best!»

«This is your reward,» he replies.