Unbuttoning her shirt, he gently lays her down on the bed. Standing at a mere five-feet and an inch, he towers over her. She begins fumbling with his belt, her fingers trembling with anticipation.
"Fucking hate these things."
"You know honey, I could just do it myse-"
"Shut up, I can do this."
She finally manages to unbuckle the contraption and hastily unzips and removes his jeans. At last, she sees it. The gaping wide tent that is his boxers, underneath which lies her prize.
"God it's so hard. You missed me, didn't you?"
"Well, I mean, it's been nearly a month sweetheart… He's practically aching with apprehension."
"Poor thing, we should let him out now — he's earned this."
She gives him a quick wink and reaches for his throbbing hot cock with her quaint little hand. She grips it with a gentle authority. This is her's. She owns him. He let's out a soft moan.
"Fuck, it's been a while; that alone's sending shivers down my spine."
She lets out a giggle, pleased with herself; thoroughly enjoying the control she has over her man.