Chapter 87 - YOUR NUMBER ONE ADMIRER! YOUR HUSBAND...

Raindrops slipped down the glass window as both Tinsley and Kian got ready for bed.

Tinsley wore off the night coat sitting on the edge of the bed, which was a size sm1aller than their king-sized bed from the past.

Kian entered at that exact moment from the bathroom and could not part his eyes off from his sexy wife, dressed in a white cotton nighty, smiling in his way.

He opened the button of his shirt and slid out of it, doing the same thing to his trouser before walking up to their bed and joined her.

Tinsley laid on her side, switching the lamp off. She was so much tired from all the physical exercise she had today. Her eyelids felt heavy and she would fall asleep any second now.

The bed dipped, Kian slipped under the duvet and moved closer to his wife, pulling her to him, holding her waist.

"Why are you wearing clothe on the bed??"

He questioned near her ear, dropping a kiss on her exposed skin from the back.

"I do not have the habit to sleep naked."

She mumbled. She could feel his nude skin, his hard muscular chest pressing against her back, as his crotch lined up on her buttocks.

"From tomorrow, no clothes allowed on the bed territory."

Kian said, massaging her shoulders, still dropping wet kisses just below her neckline.

"Yes, sir!!"

Tinsley joked, humming in relief as he went on massaging. It felt so nice...so good. She leaned more in towards him.

When his hands moved downwards, under the duvet, squeezing and kneading her pulpy butt, Tinsley knew where this was heading to.

"Feel how hard I m for you when you call me, Sir?"

Kian groaned, rubbing his hardness under his boxer along Tinsley's buttcheeks.

"Kian...I m very tired..."

Tinsley snorted, moving her hand back to push his body away from hers.

"I m tired too.." Kian opposed her attempt of pushing him away from her.

"Hmm...then let's sleep."

Tinsley proposed, in her sleepy voice.

"...I m tired not because I want to sleep."

"Then what??"

"I m tired of this hardness..."

Tinsley shook her head in his sorry attempts to get inside her pants. But she was really tired.

"You are hard all the time...it will go away, now sleep."

Tinsley mumbled eyes still closed and hoping her over sex-obsessed husband would understand that there would be no more sex for the day.

The curtains had closed. The show was over!!

"And who's fault is that??"

Kian tried to act innocent. He just could not keep his hands to himself.

"Who's fault?? Go to her."

"She is sleeping right beside me, denying my conjugal rights."

Kian let out, moving his hands up to try and slip the strands of her nighty down.

"She is just so hot and sexy...I can't keep my hands to myself."

"We just did it so many times...everywhere. Aren't you tired?? I can't feel my legs even..."

Tinsley spoke out loud, she meant it. Her pussy felt hot and throbbing.

"Well, I keep my promises. "

Kian felt proud of himself for keeping his promise. He felt a boosting feel in his heart...a silly feeling.

"I m so sore."

"I can cure it...we can take a warm bubble bath and..."

Kian went on and stopped when he heard no more replies, he got it, she was asleep. Her light snores could be heard.

He sighed, moving away to switch off the lamp and got back in the same position.

"Kian...please!!"

Tinsley cried out, groggily, getting annoyed by his pesterings.

"What?? I can't sleep cuddling with my own wife now??"

Kian implored. He had no bad intention. If she was really tired and he understood that so he was down to sleep with a hard-on but not without having his wife's body pressed against him.

"Hmm..."

Tinsley moaned, turning to face him. He held her in his arms as she rested her head on his chest. He dropped a chaste kiss on her temple and smiled at her sleeping figurine...looking so cute and innocent.

For the first time in his life, in his consciousness, he felt lucky to have her in his arms. He felt happy as they both drifted off to sleep after a hectic day.

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The next sunrise, Tinsley woke up to an empty bed. She yawned and stretched her body, feeling the blood flow back in her tired bones and limbs.

The rain was out, the day looked to be sunny. Windows were opened and the cool breeze was blowing inside the room.

She thought it had to be Kian who must have opened the windows. She sat up and got out of bed.

After straightening the bed sheet, putting the pillows back on the headboard, she walked towards the bathroom, thinking Kian must be inside, taking a bath.

She knocked on the door lightly, calling out for him but the door opened on its own and when she stepped inside, there was no one.

She wondered where he was so walking around the house, barefoot, with no trace of him, she got worried.

She walked back into the bedroom to pick her cell phone and give a call to him.

While picking her phone up from the nightstand, she noticed a sealed mug of coffee and packed cake, a note along the side of it with a pretty red rose.

Tinsley dropped the phone on the bed and took the card, sitting on the bed, opened it to read.

"To my sleeping beautiful wife, I have some errands to run in the morning.

You were sleeping so peacefully, did not have the heart to wake you up.

So here is the breakfast back from the same cafe, your favourite vanilla cake.

Enjoy it on the bed...I will be back soon!

And sorry for the soreness between your legs...not actually sorry though!!

;) your number one admirer,

Husband! "

Her cheeks got painted in red as she hugged the note to her beating chest, smelling the rose, falling back on the bed, dreaming of him...her number one admirer.

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