Tasmina
There was expectancy in his heated gaze as his hands gently rubbed my ankles. I knew better than to keep my impatient husband waiting for too long.
“Let’s see… I love the way you walk. Malaka used to say you can tell a lot about the way a man f***s from the way he walks. I never understood it before but I think I do now,” I mused.
His eyebrows went up in surprise, but he nodded for me to continue.
“I love… banana bread,” I said, grinning.
He laughed loudly, something I’d noticed he’d been doing more and more of over the past year.
“How about you tell me things I don’t already know,” he suggested.
“Alright, alright,” I agreed. “I love… the way you look after training. With sweat dripping down your chest to your stomach. You’re so sexy, I want lick the sweat from your body
