It was already late when they were done shopping.
He could see her eyes drooping in the car, she was too tired and rightfully so. He had pushed her too far for someone who never had done any shopping in her life.
She groaned lightly, shifting to find comfort as she started dozing off.
"Just a few minutes darling, we'll be home soon," he almost cooed at her, "you need to eat before going to bed."
She hummed, looking at him with hooded eyes.
As soon as the car stopped, he stepped out. Walking to her side, he opened the door and took her in his arms. She gasped deliciously, looking surprised. He chuckled.
His staff bowed as he entered the mansion. He nodded, walking upstairs and into their room. He knew the shopping bags were not that far behind and gently placed her on the loveseat.
"Would you like to eat first or change?"
Her stomach growled unceremoniously. She blushed, suddenly looking fully awake.
"Eating, it is," he chuckled.
A few minutes later, well fed, his wife was again on the bed, dressed in the little maroon satin babydoll that would've made him pounce on her had he been a lesser man. But Crocodile was a man of discipline and he would not do something his wife wouldn't like even if she sat there looking temptation personified, even if he was hard as a rock. He just went inside his closet, imagining his wife's father to keep it down, as he undressed.
By the time he was back in the room, the woman was already sound asleep (not that it surprised him) and under the cover.
When Sineka woke up the next day, she noted two peculiar things. First, she had slept very well. The second, she was hot. Very much so.
It wasn't until she tried to move that she realised something heavy was over her. She froze, realizing she was no longer in Frosthaven. She was in Serapha, in her husband's bed, and the heavyweight was him. She could feel his breath tease her neck, tickling her lightly.
She noted that at some point during the night, she had either rolled over Crocodile's side of the bed or Crocodile had dragged her over into his arms. Either possibility made her giggle silently.
She heard a groan near her ear, a shiver going down her spine, and she was dragged even closer to him.
Was she feeling the morning wood she had read about in books (the ones she had secretly brided her maids to get her)?
She felt him relax and then freeze. Her husband was awake and just as surprised as she was.
She craned her neck to the side to see his groggy eyes opening. He looked confused but much more relaxed than she had seen him yesterday.
"Good morning," his voice was heavier than usual, doing delicious things to her.
"Good Morning," she gasped when she noticed something, "are you naked?"
He just nodded, his eyes mirthful all of a sudden. She felt the covers near her feet, uselessly lying there.
"No," she exclaimed, aghast. "You wouldn't dare."
She struggled to get out of his arms, her ass accidentally brushing his hardness. He groaned and pushed it more to her core, making her stifle a moan and freeze.
"I wouldn't suggest you keep doing that, darling," he commented darkly, "there is only so much I control myself."
He buried his face in her neck, kissing and teasing the spot that made her shiver and her nipples hard. His hand roamed inside her dress, stopping to hold her waist. She arched her back, her core rubbing his hardness, and his grip on her waist tightened. Her breasts felt heavy and her core ached in emptiness. She needed something that she did not understand clearly.
"Don't start anything you can't finish, sweetheart," he growled. She looked over at him, her eyes pleading for something more, just something more. "No, don't tempt me. You are not ready for this yet, Sineka."
She whined, not feeling very happy with his words. She moved again, making him grunt.
Smack
She gasped as he slapped her ass and then rubbed it with his thumb, teasing her sensitive skin and raising goosebumps all over her.
"Please," she pleaded pathetically, her hand burying in his already mussed locks, as his hand rubbed right under her breast. "It feels so weird."
She felt his lips kissing her ear, biting and sucking her lobe.
"Tell me, darling, what feels weird?" He sucked her sweet spot, making her moan and shiver.
"My breasts feel heavy," she said and moaned as his hand made its way to the mentioned area. He lightly brushed his fingers against her aroused nipple and squeezed her soft flesh lightly.
"And?"
She blushed and hesitated while he hummed, encouraging her silently. Her hand travelling to her mound, "it aches and feels icky."
She flushed even more in embarrassment. It did not feel right to say that. But she heard him groan deeply, his arousal rubbing against her, making her ache and move, finding friction in her thighs.
"Are you really sure you want me to help?" he suddenly asked solemnly. She nodded rapidly. "Words, sweetheart. Tell me you want my help."
Her breath hitched as his hand squeezed her breast and played with her nipples. Her head was spinning.
"Please help me," she pleaded, drunk on the sensations she was experiencing for the first time.
And then she felt it no more.