"You can look. I dont mind. Aren't we both shameless couples after all? Wash with water. You do that dont you?"

She wanted to protest but she decided to go the better way. "I bought some scented soap for washing..you know today."

He raised a brow. "Weren't you at work all day? Do they bring those stuff to your hospital?"

When she didnt answer, he leaned in to the ceramic basin not completely trusting his weight to the ceramic. "I don't want you catching any yeast infections. I heard those are terrible."

"I wont but..."

He cut her short. "Its a pussy Mrs Gu, it's supposed to smell like one.." she swallowed. Hard. "And taste like one." His Adam's apple bopped as he stared at her sex. "I wouldnt want to taste strawberry juice instead of vagina juice. Wash up." The last was a command which she obeyed.

When she touched to wash, she felt as though electricity bolted through her. With his intense look she was scared she might climax right there without him doing nothing. It was difficult washing with water since it was so slippery. And the more she washed the more the juice seemed to release. When she was finally done, Gu bojings hair had dried up. She watched as she dried herself and walked towards the bedroom. He followed placing a distance between them. His proudly erect sausage the only barrier between them.

She attempted to walk to the vanity by he clicked his tongue. "No no Mrs Gu. No beauty patting tonight. I dont want to taste cream. I want to taste you."

His words caused her sex to become more slippery. So slippery it had started to drop down her thighs so she squeezed her legs shut and it made her ass jump in a way that had his sausage copying the motion.

This woman. He was doing the teasing. Why was it so hard to resist her.

"Lay in bed Madam. I cant trust I wont throw you on it and fu*k you mindlessly. You have been very bad behaved like I said. Very very bad behaved."

She quickly laid in bed. Her heart thumping against her chest.

What happened to her sleep tonight. This way she wont be able to sleep. She knew the man's strength for she had tested it herself and she had experienced it.

He resumed his glass of wine ." Razdvin' eti nogi diya menya. (Part those legs for me.)"

As she heard the familiar tone she instinctively parted her legs.

"Koleni vverkh (Knees up)"

She complied. The way he spoke the language. Adding his accent, sent her to another level of arousal. The words were thick against his tongue and she liked how he made it sound. This was her hubby and she wasn't ashamed to be one with him. To feel him.

Although this was a part of him that was very foreign to her.

"Byoodəfəl (beautiful) I will enjoy this view while I finish this. Ya ne protiv togo, chtoby, ty issledoval ili umolyal (I dont mind you exploring or begging"

Her heart jumped and her hands twitched. The need to explore.

But she didnt want to do it herself. She wanted him to explore.

"Noya kochu chtoby ty issledoval(But I want you to explore"

"Terpeniye Mrs Gu. Terpeniye (Patience)"

He slowly drank his wine as he watched her again from head to toe his gaze lingering on her perky breasts, nipples hard and slick sex which he badly wanted to feel.

As he placed the glass on the night stand. He crawled to bed. In between her legs. Started with her feets. Kissed her all the way up as though he was worshipping her.

"Vy chuvstvuyete sebya khorosho (You feel good). Svezhly (Fresh)"

She moaned and wriggled shifting her legs so her throbbing sex could find something hard to press on.

"Still!" He commanded. "Be good now girl. I will give it to you."

She complied waiting for him like her christmas gift. Waiting for him to give it to her. To give in to his desires.

When he reached her tigh, he stopped and sniffed. A satisfied look on his face.

"The scent of your arousal is arousing. Do you like this." He ran a finger over her sex.

She moaned and shifted her hip upwards wanting MORE. The feeling was growing. She could feel it.

He parted her labia and slowly traced it with his fingers. Before she could give in to her climax, he asked in a very sexy low voice. "Pozvol' mne poprobovat' tebya kotik.( let me taste you pussycat)"

In that voice? That language. That accent. How was she to say no?

She couldn't even compose a sentence not to talk of a word. She simply nodded. Agreeing to whatever he wanted to do to her.

He dipped his head down. It almost looked like he was praying, surveying. Waiting.

"Muzhenek teper' omoyet tvoi grehki. Kotik. (Hubby will wash your sins now. Pussycat)."