One Tail at a Time

His Patience

Three days have passed since I sadly left my husband feeling very out of sorts.  I know he is needing a little wife time, only I really want to give it to him in what he has termed 'typical Xiaobai fashion.'  Actually, I must say, that I love being called Xiaobai, even now.  It is a name he coined when I was little, and being his wife, only makes it seem that much more special.  In fact, of my entire Kunlun family, Shanhu is the only one that still calls me that too, though it is obvious that Mo Yuan is not all that pleased, seeing as he deems it his name for me.

Still, this typical Xiaobai, has created a little evening of fun just for the two of us which I begin with a special lunch break that we take in our private garden while my brothers take turns at looking after the baby until my mother arrives to take him for the night.  He is breast feeding of course, but unlike mortal babies, our children can survive quite well without it for a night which my mother is more than happy to be a substitute, which means a special fruit drink created by Zhe Yan and is full of nutrients and all the good things that a child needs.

Actually, I could very easily quit the breast feeding, but there is something beautiful in the bonding between mother and child, so I am not yet ready to give it up just yet, just this night only and all for my husband who has been nothing but caring, considerate, gentle and so patient that I feel kind of mean for making him wait.

So our lunch date is a little precursor for the evening and by the time lunch is done with, I ensure that his thoughts remain on me for the rest of the day, by seductively yet subtly turning on the charm.  I smile demurely, lightly nudge his thighs with the tips of my fingers, feed him small morsels where I let my fingers linger a little on his bottom lip, before pouring his tea the same way he had taught me to do all those years ago.  In fact, by the time lunch is done with, he is more than ready to get this day over with because his smile and tender eyes keep looking back when I leave him in the hall with ie Feng for an afternoon lesson with the little ones.

And it isn't too long before the evening finally arrives and having prepared my little surprise for him, I am just as excited for what is about to hit.  He doesn't know our son has left for Qing Qiu and nor does he know that I have planned this special evening for him either, but I know for a fact, that when I begin to unveil my plan, his eyes will be on nothing else but me.

In fact, the last three days, his eyes have following me everywhere I go, and not only that, but the desire for my body is rising the longer I make him wait.  He may have kept himself celibate for centuries, but the man is a highly sexual being and extremely passionate and now that the pregnancy is over, his need for me are growing with every passing day.

Like right now.  He is on the dais and in discussion with Die Feng over the new lessons for the little ones, only the moment I enter the hall, his eyes quickly hone in on my breasts rather than my face which is smiling brightly.  He doesn't smile back of course, because his eyes have yet to rise to my face which only makes me quietly giggle to myself.  

I am dressed in one of my more provocative dresses, one of the many he has purchased for me over the years.  The bodice gives a small glimpse of my cleavage, but not enough to cause mischief, but it's enough to have the hope in his eyes rising.

"Is there something you need dear?" he asks with the slightest hitch in his tone and without raising his eyes from my chest for one second, they are literally glued to my cleavage.

"Oh.... its nothing... it can wait...." I say with a small shrug, as if my being before him dressed inappropriately is something normal while moving towards the back of the hall and now unveiling my plan for him.  

My eyes dip demurely, the smile lowers until it is at its most subtle, and my hips barely sway, but its enough to have his eyes moving from my breasts to my hips and then my butt which I purposely point in his direction when I not only leave through a side door, but I stop briefly to look back.