Her Sacrifice

The Red Sweater Part 1

"May I take a shower love?" she asks me.

"Of course, if you take me with you", I smiled.

I put two large fluffy white towels in the dryer, and went into the bathroom to make sure she had shampoo, conditioner, as well as her favorite body wash.

I had just got the shower running, and was on my way to fetch the now warm towels when she passed me going the other way towards the bathroom. 
"I love you", she kissed me quickly, "Thanks".
"I love you too" I smiled, and kissed her back.

When I got back with the towels she was ready to get undressed. I helped her out of her T-shirt, bra, and I undressed also, climbing into the hot press of stinging spray right behind her. We showered quickly, she doesn't like to take a lot of time in the shower like some. I washed her hair and her back and when she was ready, I got out first to get the towels. 

As she stepped from the shower I was there waiting. I wrapped her up in the larger of the towels, picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom. I don't always carry her like that. Truthfully it doesn't happen a lot, but I was feeling affectionate. She is very small and doesn't weigh much. It's almost too easy to carry her around.

I set her down on the bed and while I dried her hair, she took care of the rest. I was getting dressed and I heard her ask  "May I wear my red sweater today?".  She was standing in front of her chest of drawers smiling back at me, naked, little drips of water still coming off her hair to run in small rivulets over her body. I was instantly aroused. Damn, just damn. She is fucking beautiful!

The red sweater has a special meaning to us. It was what she was wearing the night we met. If you want to know more about that night go back and read the first chapter. "Of course", I told her, "Please do!"
"Do I have to wear a bra today?" she asked.
"No, you don't need one anyway", I swallowed.. hard.
"Which ones?" She turned to me holding up two pair of underwear, one with hearts, one solid color. I can see my mark nestled as low as possible on her tummy, clear as day. Its says "HIS" and I'm thinking about how lucky I am that this girl is mine.
"Hearts" I answer.

Yes. I dress her every day. I love her, and I take care of her. She my life, and I do my best to spoil her. My theory is that if I spoil her enough, no other guy will put up with her shit, which is of course fine by me. When she misbehaves however, I punish her like a child.

After we dressed we went downstairs to watch some Anime. She turned on the TV and channel surfed to  'K-on!'  then sat next to me on the couch with a blanket and cuddled. She loves to cuddle, I love cuddling her. It works out for both of us.

The show was over when she got up to get a Popsicle from the fridge. She danced back into the living room smiling, tongue running up and down the entire length. She stopped and looked at me grinning like a baka, and then slid that Popsicle into her mouth and down her throat until just the end of the stick was all that's left.  I guess the look on my face struck her as funny because she started to laugh and then started to choke a little before she pulled it back out. 

I was laughing, she was laughing and I got up and started after her,  "Get that sexy little ass upstairs right now!" I told her and she ran for it, still laughing with me close behind as she bolted up the stairs.

We were going to finish the book with this chapter, but we prefer shorter chapters.  So in the interest of torturing our readers we are stopping here and will continue with another one.  its not easy to write these because its so personal to both of us. We aren't used to sharing the intimate day to day details of our lives. Thanks for your patience.

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