"I want you to use your hands." he admitted while avoiding her eyes as he felt like he was being a bastard for rejecting her on their wedding night, "or the mouth will do. Like you did last time? Remember?" He tried to sound gentle but failed miserably at it.
Her frown grew deeper, showing her frustration as she held it again bringing a relief on his face but in the next second, she tried to guide it inside her when he pushed back.
"Olivia!" he shouted but she glared back at him.
"What.. What is it? I am your wife and it is my right." she demanded in an authoritative voice startling him. That for a second, he forgot that he was trying to stop him.
She pushed him on the bed and straddled over him with a look of authority in her eyes.
