Page 26 of Urgent Vows
"Because he did not need see more of you."
"Neither do you."
"I am your husband," I remind her. "And you didn't mind me looking earlier."
"A gentleman wouldn't bring that up."
"I became a made man at fourteen, Catalina." She knows that means I made my first kill then. "I have never claimed to be a gentleman."
She reaches for the tube of lotion with her bruised hand. "I'll do it."
"No." I squeeze some of the cream onto my fingertips and start to apply it to the large bruise mottling her creamy skin over the left side of her ribcage. "Relax, wife."
"I…" She doesn't continue, like she doesn't remember what she was going to say. Her breathing grows ragged.
"Am I hurting you?"
"No." Then she thinks better of her answer and says, "It would be better if I did it for myself, so I don't press too hard."
"Too late, Catalina. You've already admitted I'm not hurting you."
"Severu."
"Yes,mi dolce gatto?"
"Why do you call me that?" She bites her lip and I realize I'm going to have to break her of that habit.
I press gently to remove it from her teeth, like I did before the wedding ceremony. "If you don't watch out, you're going to need an icepack for your lip as well as everything else."
"And then I might needtwoblankets to keep me warm." The humor in her voice, even if it is sarcastic amusement at the doctor's expense, is so much better than pain and exhaustion.
I let my fingers brush the underside of her breast as I apply more of the lotion.
She lets out a soft gasp, her eyes seeking mine. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to help you to feel better." Pleasure is a great antidote to pain as she will discover.
"I think there's enough lotion on those bruises," she says breathlessly.
"Are you sure?" I leave my hand resting where it is, barely touching her.
She swallows and nods.
I lean down and kiss the bruise and then I kiss the top of each of her pretty tits, letting the tip of my tongue swipe along her smooth skin. The pulse in her throat flutters like a bird. Good. When I am done with her, her heartbeat will be running wild and her body will be filled with endorphins to combat the pain.
But first, I need to finish applying the cream. I put a dollop on her hand and gently massage it in. I make sure I spread it over each individual finger. Satisfaction fills me as goosebumps of arousal travel up her arm. My wife is so responsive.
When I am done with her hand, I carefully place it against the bed beside her and then lean down so I can kiss the other one that is trying to cover her generous mound. Plump flesh taunts me from between her spread fingers. I slide my tongue over it, licking her tit and the sides of her fingers.
"You can't do that here," she admonishes me, scandalized.
I almost laugh. I never laugh, but my sweet, courageous wife is so damn amusing. "I assure you, I can. Let me see your gorgeous tits,mi dolce gatto. Are your nipples hard for me?"
"I can't," she gasps out. "Not here."
"You let me see them earlier."
She blushes. "Stop reminding me. Besides, you're the one who cut my gown from my body."
