He's very respectful

"Your husband Shinjuro, was laying next to you in bed, while you asleep, and he was extremely hard, he was a sensitive, touch-starved guy."

Shinjuro breathed heavily inhaling the sweet and innocent scent of Salem's hair. His heart raced as he felt the warmth of her body, pressed against his own. He couldn't help but reach over to stroke her soft cheek, marveling at how small and delicate she looked even when nestled into his large muscular frame.

In the darkness of their bedroom, Shinjuro took in every detail of Salem; from the gentle rise and fall of her chest to the way her leg curled up against him. He found solace in knowing that she was safe and sound by his side.

Feeling a distinct stirring between his legs, Shinjuro gently shifted his hips trying to relieve some of the growing pressure. As he watched Salem

in her deep slumber, he couldn't help but let his mind wander to places it shouldn't. He imagined running his fingers through her silky black hair, feeling the heat of her passion as she cried out his name. The image made him harder than ever and he bit back a groan trying to remain quiet so as not to disturb Salem.

Shinjuro was determined to show her just how much he loved her and wanted them both happy together for always.

Hearing Salem's soft voice penetrate his thoughts, Shinjuro exhaled slowly. He couldn't keep this from her any longer.

He looked deeply into her eyes and used his most gentle yet persuasive tone to confess what had been stirring within him for some time now. "My love, I... I need you. I long for your touch, your warmth, your love. Will you give it to me?"

Inside, Shinjuro prayed that she would understand and not be repulsed by the desire he was feeling. All he knew was that he couldn't live without her love any longer.

As he waited anxiously for her reply, he held onto her tightly, silently pleading with her through their intertwined bodies not to break the connection between them.

Hearing Salem's response, Shinjuro exhaled shakily, overcome with relief and gratitude. Taking a deep breath to steady himself, he rolled over onto his side facing Salem and slowly slid his hand up her thigh towards her delicate core.

As his fingers met her soft skin, he paused for a moment, taking in the warmth that emanated from her body. With gentle yet confident strokes, he began exploring the damp folds between her legs, teasing her with light touches until he found her tiny nub of pleasure. At first it recoiled lightly under his touch but as he continued to caress it with tender precision, it became engorged and hard, aching for more.

With renewed courage, he pressed harder against her hidden

treasure, rubbing it against her clit in small circular motions. He gazed deeply into her eyes as she threw her head back slightly, exposing the soft skin of her long white neck to his gentle kisses.

As Salem's breath hitched and her body arched into his touch, he growled low in his throat. He slid two fingers inside her wet heat, curling them upwards towards her G-spot while increasing the pace of his thumb's rhythm against her clit. Her moans filled the room as she neared the edge, her inner muscles clamping down around his fingers in a Vice-like grip.

Just when it seemed like she couldn't take any more, he stopped. She whimpered in protest, lifting her hips to

beg for more but he held himself back. He leaned down to place gentle kisses along her jawline, her cheeks, her earlobes before whispering huskily against her skin.

"Salem... I'm going to fill you now, until you can't remember your own name."