Anthony was a good husband, in every way. He was almost obsessed, protective and loving. And well, he liked to make you feel good.

It didn't matter the place, if you needed him, he would do it. Fingers, mouth, knees, anything he used to his advantage to make you feel good and satisfied.

Today was especially hot, a heat that made you melt and get in a bad mood. Anthony noticed this, but only let out a smile when he saw your irritated and uncomfortable expression when he was reading the newspaper at the picnic table and you were trying to be interested in the book you were reading.

The popsicle he bought for you, Anthony left a few minutes ago, in the unbearable heat to just make you relax a little and cool down, melted in your hands, frustrating you even more. And when you let out a loud sigh, he finally sets the newspaper aside.

"You're a dissatisfied little thing, aren't you?" He says as he stood up from his seat, earning your curious look as he went to your side and took you off the bench in seconds, setting you down on the picnic table and making you lay down.

Anthony quickly lifts your skirt to your belly with firm hands.