“This one is about me,” Ryan said and I threw a pillow for the hundredth time. He was becoming a pro at ducking them, his laugh echoing in the room. “It’s okay little fairy, you missed me,” He said as he walked towards me. I groaned out and began running away from him. “It’s not about you!” I shouted while running away from his grabby hands. He caught me by the corner and held me hostage. “Just admit you sang it for you.” “Okay fine, it’s your song, another one.” The grin on Ryan’s face was to die for. “I love when you make songs for me,” He said in the most innocent way you could imagine, so cute I pruned and grinned so hard. He held out his hand and I placed mine on his. We had danced, laughed, and chased each other through the studio as we listened to the fourteen songs I had recorded. Ryan circled his arm around my waist and we began dancing again. A slow dance as we stared at each other’s eyes. I could just stare into those dark eyes for the rest of my life, digging throu
I was wiped but we had to eat. So somehow we helped each other shower then I helped Ryan change his bandages. He guided me through it. Listening to him, helping him, I wanted to do nothing else but it.“I am doing this every morning for you,” I stated then lowered and kissed his neck. “Are you proposing another round?”I jumped back only to hiss,” No, no, no, I’m good.” There was no way I was surviving another round. I was barely standing even then. “Does it hurt?” “It feels like you are still in me, and I still feel the hum of the orgasm.” I whispered out, relishing on the feeling, it felt so good. “You are making me hard again wife,” I giggled and put the last of the new patches. Standing so close to him, in broad daylight, I noted that this wasn’t the first time he got hurt on his back. There were similar old scars, like whips. And up so close I saw the scars the tattoos were hiding. So many. I swallowed and did not say anything. “Done,” Luckily we had not pulled any stitc
Ryan naturally woke up around four. I held him tighter and refused to let him go. I passed out and when I woke up at eight he was dead asleep. Twenty minutes later I also passed out again, waking up as he tried to peel himself away from me at Eleven. The weather agreed with us because it was raining. Ryan walked back to the room, stretching. “Morning,” I greeted as I also stretched on the bed. A fat smile was on my face because he had gotten more than eight hours of sleep. Ryan was not happy about it, I could see it on his face. He walked over, bent down, and placed a kiss on my forehead. “I am starting to think you are a bad influence in my life,” He said as he collapsed down on the bed and groaned. He still had the remains of sleep evident on his face. It was so cute. He was so handsome. I rolled over and lay with my head propelled on my hands. “A little bit of corruption is needed now and again,” “You can corrupt me all you want,” He said, making me laugh, then he push
I chased Ryan out of the kitchen and told him to freshen up. It took a few kisses to convince him. Once I was alone, I did a twirl and held the giggle in. My hand lay on my chest then I shook my head. I went back to cooking but my mind was still trapped in the memory of what just happened and also looking forward to the night we were about to have. I quickly finished the dishes then loaded the dishwasher. Once the kitchen was clean and everything was sorted I put the food on a tray and began making my way out. My eyes fell on the large bouquet and I recalled that I had not thanked him for them. I wondered what was in the paper bag. I rushed up and nearly fell. Luckily, I wasn’t carrying the drinks or they would have spilled. I opened the door to the bedroom with my elbow and turned over to make my way in. The soothing scent of vanilla and cinnamon had filled the room as I had hoped and the room looked so good. Ryan was just walking out of the closet, pulling his t-shirt down and it
I set up the room so it would be warm, calming, and serene. The curtains were closed, there were candles here and there along with room diffusers. The room smelt nice, was cozy and I hoped the atmosphere was relaxing.Fina and the ladies left when we finished setting up. I took a shower and went to the kitchen to begin cooking. I did not know if Ryan would come back, I did not know if he continued with business and flew out. I was scared to even confirm with him, fearing disappointment. My head shook as I thought back to the way I just told him to take time off. Never was I that assertive in my life but with him it came out of nowhere and I kind of liked it. Would he listen? The question made me nervous. I was making a thick chicken and pumpkin soup. The croutons were and I was working on my chicken when I heard the door open. My heart went wild and suddenly my mind went blank. I stood frozen, suddenly getting a jolt of warmth.The door closed, and I heard footsteps which went straig
I checked the time and quickly summed up the conversation so I could go see my husband. It was five minutes to two and I would only have twenty minutes before he left. He would be flying to a different city and surely he was not going to sleep at home. I was worried and I missed him. Was it normal to always want to see your partner? “Thank you,” were my last words, already standing up. I had known my first day in the office would be busy but I didn’t think it would be that busy. We were mostly looking at how to structure the charities. It was exciting and the work left me with this warm feeling in my chest knowing so many people’s lives would be enriched. Not only would it benefit the children and those in need but also the thousands of people we would hire in different countries. Since I was leaving everyone behind while they tied everything up, I dropped a text for SenaNeria: Going to see RyanSena: okay Ma’amI marched out of the door, pulling out my key card which gave me acce