“Yes!” Her hips bucked as I savored my new favorite meal. “Only you!”
“That’s a good girl,” I hummed against her slick flesh, making her squeal. “Now give me one more.”
Feasting on her like a starving man, I brought her to the brink before throwing her over and easing her through the aftershocks. Once she went limp above me, I retreated, rising to my knees and wiping the back of my hand over my mouth.
“Go take a long, hot bath,” I ordered on my way out of the room.
Her disappointed sigh reached my ears as I turned the corner.
I’d known from the start that consummating this marriage was a bad idea. Now that that bridge had been crossed, there was no going back, but it didn’t change the fact that she represented everything good in this world while I symbolized all the bad.
We were a total mismatch, thoroughly incompatible.
This had to stay sex only.
Because I couldn’t risk her falling in love with me.
Dressed for work, I stopped off at the kitchen before heading out.
Allie heard my entry, her head lifting from her bowl of cereal. “Hey. You hungry?”
Eyes scanning over her form seated atop a stool on the island, I honed in on those creamy thighs left bare with her wearing only an oversized sleep shirt. “Starved.”
Stool legs scraped over hardwood as she stood. “I can make you something.”
She didn’t get far before I looped an arm around her waist and tossed her onto the island. A palm pressed to her sternum forced her to lie flat, her legs dangling over the edge.
“Enzo! What are you doing?” Allie struggled to sit up, but my hand on her chest held her immobile.
“What does it look like?” Hooking her abandoned stool with my ankle, I dragged it closer and took a seat, settling in as I forced her thighs apart to reveal the heaven between them. “Having breakfast,” I explained, dipping my head to inhale her intoxicating scent. “Most important meal of the day.”
When my nose nudged her clit, she let out a low moan. “Can’t imagine it’ll provide the calories required to sustain a man of your size.”
I chuckled, my tongue darting out for that first taste that was always enough to have my eyes rolling back into my head. Dizzy from the overwhelming rush of lust that slammed into me after sampling her unique flavor, I dropped my forehead to her mound, my breaths coming in short pants.
“You’re so damn sweet that my blood sugar will be through the roof for the rest of the day,” I assured her.
That seemed to quell her protests, and she hummed. “Better eat up then, so you’re not late for work.”
“Guess it’s a good thing I’m related to the boss and he can’t fire me.”
Those were the last words I said before shoving two fingers inside her and going to work with my mouth.
Her cushiony thighs acted as earmuffs, so I could barely hear the stream of incoherent babble that fell from my wife’s lips. But from what I could tell, she called out for God more than once, begged me not to stop while in the same breath whining that it was too much, and let out a slew of curse words that would shock even the most foul-mouthed sailor.
I secretly relished that I could flip her world upside down before setting it to rights with a few targeted flicks of my tongue.
When her legs began to tremble, her hips lifting off the countertop in search of release, I curled my fingers, pressing on that secret spot inside her, and within seconds, she fell apart with a full-body shudder and a scream that echoed throughout the room.
My face was coated with the evidence of her release when I withdrew, and as tempted as I was to lick up every last trace left on my skin, I knew that if I exhibited restraint, I would be rewarded with the lingering scent of her for the rest of the day.
Once I caught my breath, I rose to my feet and tugged the hem of Allie’s shirt down enough so that she was no longer indecently exposed with a curt, “Have a nice day.”
“Yeah,” she breathed out, eyes still closed. “You too.”
Any day when I was granted the pleasure of witnessing my wife come at my hand, cock, or mouth was a fucking fantastic one.
Crack!
