My Wife is a Sassy Queen

Later at night, Jonathan and Liliana put the kids to bed and retired to their bedroom.

Jonathan turned on all the lights in the room when Liliana came to the bed after taking a shower.

“Honey?” He leaned closer and traced her curves as he slurred.

“This conversation is getting more and more embarrassing and awkward,” Liliana pouted as she pushed his hands away.

Jonathan just mumbled an intelligible, “Mhm” and continued to feel her up.

“Are you even listening?” Liliana asked, yet again pushing him away.

“I am listening, Mrs. Smith. Just not in the mood to talk about our kids when my thoughts are running south,” Jonathan pinned her hands and removed the blankets as he answered her.

“How come you are never embarrassed when they ask questions?” She asked.

“Mrs. Smith, it’s a great achievement to be able to satisfy my wife. Nothing to be embarrassed about,” He replied and waited for her further questions.

Jonathan pinned her hands above her head and hovered above her, balancing his weight on his arms. He paused, not wanting to discuss their children during intimacy.

Liliana became nervous when he paused.

They have been intimate several times on the cruise and after they were back, but she was still not very comfortable with it. She was also aware that Jonathan was always holding back and was extremely patient with her.

But she could not do anything about it, so she stopped overthinking.Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

“What’s on your mind?” Liliana asked sheepishly. Her voice was husky with nervousness and faint arousal.

“Mrs. Smith, you are the only one on my mind,” Jonathan said, inching his face closer to hers, but just out of touch.

“Really?” She asked, unsure of what to say.

“Mhm,” Jonathan mumbled, enjoying her uneasiness.

“But I am right here,” Liliana mumbled.

“Even so, you are the only one I can think of, wife,” He teased her, “I can’t stop thinking of the things I want to do to you.”

He lowered himself and let her feel his readiness right where she wanted to and brushed his lips on her nose and cheeks.

“What is that?” she asked, unable to make sense of his words.

“I want to feel your bare skin against mine,” Jonathan said domineeringly and kissed her intensely, making her toes curl. He stripped himself and her whilst kissing her.

Liliana only realized that they were both naked when she felt him against her folds providing the much-needed friction.

But even when aroused, she got tense. Intimacy was still an issue for her and it always took a long time for her to loosen up.

This time, however, Jonathan seemed to have a different plan. Unlike all the previous times when he could kiss and caress her till she loosened up, he just paused and looked at her getting stiff beneath him.

Liliana looked up at him and her eyes were wet.

“Wife, are you curious about what else is on my mind?” Jonathan asked, not commenting on her stiffness.

Liliana nodded.

“Use your words, Wife,” He said, blowing slowly on her face and ears but not kissing her.

“Yes,” She mumbled, feeling strange.

“Yes, what?” He teased further.

“I want to know,” She answered with much difficulty.

“What do you want to know, wife?” He asked her.

“I want to know what you want to do to me, husband,” she managed to utter with great difficulty.

“But I don’t want to tell you, wife,” He said, biting her cheeks teasingly, “What should we do now?”

“Why don’t you want to tell me?” she asked. By then, she had been quite curious about his answer, though it was clear what he generally wanted to do.

“What should I do, wife? As much as I want to tell you, I don’t think you are all that curious,” He asked, expressing his grievances.

“I want to know,” She immediately replied.

“Really?” He asked, pushing himself a little closer so their torsos were slightly brushing without touching completely.

“Yes, husband,” She replied with determination.

Jonathan kissed her softly. Despite her fears, she was playing along because she didn’t want him to be wronged.

Jonathan had never believed that someone would love him that much. It made his heart swell and he swore to himself that he would always make her happy.

“Are you sure, wife?” He asked one last time.

“I am sure, husband,” She replied unhesitatingly.

Jonathan could not hide his smile as he mumbled, “quid pro quo!”

Liliana looked at him quizzically, so he explained further.

“You tell me something – something you feel about me or something you want to do to me. And I will tell you what I have on my mind. Quid Pro Quo, my lovely Lil.”