I step out of the shower, glancing at the clock.
By now, Edward’ll be in position, waiting for my arrival – ready for me.
I don’t hurry to get ready. He’ll wait for as long as I wish him to, and he’ll take whatever I deign to give him.
Funny, really, how my usually take-charge husband so willingly gives himself to me.
When I open the door to our playroom, I smile at his waiting form, kneeling in the middle of the room, knees spread wide, eyes downcast, hands locked behind his head, and his cock hard and needy.