Ch.353353. My Husband Is Too Cute, I Can’t Stand It…!

He lowered his voice and beckoned me to come closer, making me think he was about to pounce on me, but surprisingly, he embraced me quite tenderly and pressed his lips against my nape.

The feeling is warm yet slightly stinging, so he must be leaving another kiss mark… As expected, my husband can’t be too rough with me.

Whether it’s his nature or what, except for those rare moments when my teasing really gets to him, he’s always threatening me with words but acting gently, and that gap is incredibly cute.

“Mmm, wait. That spot tickles…”

“…No, I’m not letting go.”

As I gently stroked his head while he clung to me like a child and licked my neck, I thought to myself.

How should I put it? He might get a little angry if I told him this, but my husband is just like a puppy. The kind that looks big and fierce but is actually incredibly lovable.

I think I saw a dog like him at a friend’s house when I was younger—was it a German Shepherd? They look somewhat rough, but have well-built bodies, show lots of affection to people they accept as owners, are quite intelligent, and have strong loyalty.

Rough appearance, excellent physique, secretly affectionate, intelligent, strong loyalty.

As I quietly mulled over these keywords that describe a Shepherd, I suddenly stopped stroking my husband.

Wait, it’s not just similar… isn’t he exactly like my husband?

“…Oh.”

I stared down at him while keeping my hand still.

He doesn’t look that way to me at all, but others say my husband has sharp features. As for his physique, well, with those well-defined abs, there’s nothing more to say. He only shows his affectionate side to me, but he’s secretly quite loving.

And his intelligence, well, there’s no need to mention it. After all, he’s so smart that he helped me get into university while studying himself. So the only thing left is loyalty to his owner.

“What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?”

“…”

He listens well and doesn’t do things I tell him not to, so wouldn’t that mean he’s loyal? Yes, that’s right. From what I hear about other couples, it’s common for partners to cause each other grief.

It’s already been four years since I married him, and we’ve gotten along well without major conflicts, and he’s listened to almost everything I’ve said, so he must be loyal.

“What is it? You’re not actually feeling unwell, are you?”

After reaching that conclusion, I looked straight at him.

The first principle of handling men well: ‘When you find something to praise about your man, be sure to praise him sincerely.’

Following the advice from the beginning of the book I’ve been reading lately, I gently held his cheeks. Then I slightly pursed my lips and kissed him so our lips met softly.

“Nabi, why aren’t you saying any—”

*Smooch*

I kissed his lips before he could finish speaking. When I quickly pulled away, he seemed surprised by my action and his neck flushed red.

As if unsure what to say, he glanced at me nervously, rubbing his neck and pretending to be distracted… but to me, it looked incredibly endearing.

He’s already seen everything there is to see and even left kiss marks around my chest, yet he acts like a newlywed just because I kissed him first—it’s so cute.

“…Heh.”

Ah, he’s adorable. His embarrassment is cute, and the way he’s wondering if he should wipe his lips while checking my reaction is extremely cute.

Unable to contain my feelings, I hugged him tightly, kissed his lips again, and ran my hands along his back. I could feel his firm back muscles under my fingertips, and something began to throb, tickling my lower abdomen.

This strangely familiar sensation… it’s my husband’s cock. As soon as I realized this, I moved my right hand downward. Well-defined abs, firm pubic bone. As I slowly traced his upper body with my fingertips and moved lower, something particularly large and protruding fit perfectly into my hand.

I couldn’t see it since I was pressing against his chest to please him, but having held it in my hand many times before, I knew what it was. This large, seemingly monstrous pillar was none other than my husband’s cock.

I formed a ring with my thumb and index finger, placed it around the glans at the top of his cock, and began to stroke it gently. My goal was obviously to tease him—his cock had become accustomed to the stimulation of my mouth and pussy folds, so he could no longer come easily. I was certain that with just this much stimulation, he would soon be begging to put it in my pussy.

“Husband, your hand.”

“…Hand?”

“I’ll hold it, so give me your hand.”

He hesitantly extended his hand when asked, but he seemed completely clueless about why I was doing this. I firmly grasped his hand, interlocking our fingers, while with my other hand, I diligently moved the ring up and down his cock, gently servicing him.

With each movement of my sticky finger ring up and down, I could feel his cock and the veins protruding on its surface twitching simultaneously. This was probably a sign that my husband’s cock was enjoying it very much.

To make him even more desperate, I sucked on his tongue gently with my mouth while gradually increasing the speed of my hand pleasuring his cock. If it started with a slow, leisurely “squelch, squelch” sound, it progressively became a faster “squelch-squelch” as I made my wrist snaps bolder and more stimulating.

“Whew…”

At first, my husband seemed to be holding up well, but as the speed of my hand service increased considerably, he let out a sweet sigh as if he couldn’t bear it anymore.

His eyebrows twisted slightly, and the protruding part of his glans kept throbbing, which suggested he was about to come… Before that happened, I deliberately slowed down to prevent his cock from releasing its semen and whispered in his ear.

“Husband, do you feel like you’re going to come?”

“Yes, if you do a little more, I think I will…”

“Then, choose where you want to come. Up or down?”

“What’s up and what’s down?”

“Heh, it wouldn’t be fun if I told you, would it? Just go with your instinct. So, up? Or down?”

“Then… I’ll go with up.”

“…Heh, alright. Let’s go up.”

I smiled at my husband, then slowly raised my thighs and lifted my hips.

Then I took both his hands, interlaced our fingers, and straddled him, placing my knees against his firm thighs… I aligned my pussy with the tip of his cock and carefully bent my knees so his cock could enter my pussy.

“Hah, hoo… haah, mmm…”

I had expected it, but… the moment his cock enters, it’s really hard to hold back lewd sounds. Contrary to my preparation, I let out very sensual moans while squeezing his cock with my pussy, and his cock, enlarged by stimulation, scraped my folds with its glans as if matching my insides, going all the way to the deepest part of my pussy and pressing firmly against the entrance of my womb.

Wanting to fully experience this sensation that I could never feel otherwise—only when my husband’s cock was inside me—I moved my hips as I pleased while holding his hands, without even asking for his consent.

Since his cock needed to feel good too… I slightly spread my knees and then bent them, moving up and down so that his glans could poke at my womb entrance and scrape my folds. In response, he squeezed our interlocked hands so hard they might break.

“…I thought you said up.”

“Yes, and that’s what I’m doing…?”

“This is up…? This isn’t up, it’s down.”

“No, I meant I’d be on top…? Heh, you didn’t know.”

“How… could I… know… if you… don’t… tell me?”

Even as his cock was pressing against my womb entrance, I spoke playfully, and my husband, seeming a bit excited, frowned and moved his hips quickly.

The pressing against my womb felt so good that I unconsciously tried to release our hands to cover my mouth, afraid lewd sounds might escape. But my husband tightened his grip on our interlocked hands to prevent me from doing so.

“Nabi, are you going to keep playing these tricks on me?”

“Hah…! Haah, mmm… I’m, I’m sorry, it’s just that when you get angry at me, it’s so…”

“So what?”

“So cute…!”

“…I told you not to call me cute.”

My husband, holding my fingers tightly interlocked as if telling me not to run away, thrust his cock forcefully into me, seemingly annoyed that I called him cute.

Because of that, the tip of his cock pressed firmly against my womb like knocking on it… and suddenly, an electrifying sensation came over me, and I unconsciously leaned my upper body forward, resting against him.

At the same time, my husband’s cock throbbed powerfully, and I felt something sticky filling my insides. While I was having a light orgasm, my husband couldn’t hold back anymore and ejaculated his semen inside me.

Even though his cock and my pussy were tightly pressed together without any gaps, I could feel semen flowing out between them, and my first thought was about contraception… but soon I realized there was no need to worry. Today was a safe day, so it didn’t matter how much he came inside me.

“Mmm, hah, hooo…”

“Hoo, haah…”

My husband, who had been thrusting his hips rapidly, seemed to have regained his composure as he exhaled deeply and embraced me tenderly. I hugged him back, feeling the lingering sensation of his intense ejaculation, and licked his lower lip.

In response, as if not wanting to be outdone, he began playfully licking my lips too. Then our eyes met, and we kissed softly, entwining our tongues and gently sucking until we were both out of breath and had to stop.

“Want me to clean you up?”

“Mmm, but wait a moment. I just want to stay like this for now…”

“Okay, tell me when you feel better.”

“Heh, so you can come inside me again?”

“No, that’s not what I meant…”

“You don’t want to come more? Today is a safe day for me.”

“…Come here, lie down.”

My husband, who had told me to rest comfortably, seemed to have flipped a switch as he grabbed my buttocks firmly and lifted my waist, forcing me to lie on the bed.

I looked up at him with my back against the bed sheets. In that short time, his cock had already regained its strength and was stiff again, and the look in his eyes as he gazed at my chest was even more intense than before.

He placed his palm on my left breast, kneading it like dough, and stared at me. I forcibly suppressed my emerging moans, covered my mouth with my hand, and brought my knees together.

“You’re asking for more, right?”

“Well… if you want to do it, we do it, and if not, we don’t, right?”

“What about you? Don’t you want to?”

“It’s not that I don’t want to. Haah…! Ah, mmm, hmm…”

“Be honest. Do you dislike it or like it?”

“…I, I like it.”

Seemingly satisfied with my answer, my husband placed his hands on my knees and spread them apart so that my thighs moved to the sides of my chest.

I was a bit embarrassed by this position and tried to bring my knees back together to cover myself, but he applied pressure to the hands he was holding to prevent me from doing so.

“You asked for more, so why are you covering yourself?”

“Well, we don’t necessarily have to do it in this position… right?”

Before I could finish speaking, my husband moved closer, propping himself up with his hand beside my head and looking down at me. Naturally, this meant his face and upper body filled my field of vision…

For a moment, I almost made a strange sound involuntarily. The way he looked at me with slight dissatisfaction was exactly my type. Plus, that reddish chest and those broad shoulders kept capturing my attention and wouldn’t let go. I shouldn’t feel this way, but…

I want to touch him. No, what am I saying? If I could, I’d like to rub his abs thoroughly while gently stroking his cock too. But he wouldn’t like that. If there’s one thing he’s sensitive about, it’s being called cute or treated like a child, so I’d be punished with his cock for the offense.

Wait… come to think of it, wouldn’t that be good too? I get to do what I want, and I get my womb pressed—isn’t that better? I have nothing to lose.

“Um, husband…?”

“What.”

“Could I perhaps… use my hands on you?”

“Surely you’re not suggesting we stop at just that?”

“No, of course not… it’s like a warm-up before we really get into it…?”

“…Really? Well then, go ahead and show me.”