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I enjoyed watching him eat.
I smirked, shaking my head.
Wiping his mouth, he asked, “What?”
“You’re always hungry after sex.”
“Well, it’s either eat this chicken or you.” He winked and I blushed.
I thought it was amazing that after everything we’ve been through, all of our trials and tribulations, he still had this pull over me. The man could read the current stock prices and I would get aroused.
My husband was sexy as hell and he fucking knew it.
Placing the now meatless bone on the plate, he reached for another when I said, “Caleb, I want to apologize for hurting you. You are the last person I ever wanted to hurt.”
He frowned, grabbing the dishrag next to him, wiping his hands. “Baby, I’m the one who should be apologizing. The way I treated you when you came home was beneath me. I will never forgive myself for what I did to you.”
“If I had just gone to you,” I whispered, looking away as a lone tear fell down my cheek. “God, Caleb. I’ve cost us so much time.”
Caleb slid from the counter to stand behind me. His arms wrapping me in his strong embrace while he kissed the side of my neck. “No, baby. You’ve cost us nothing. We are together now. That’s all that matters.”
Leaning back against him, I could feel his cock harden against the small of my back. Rasing myself up on my tippy toes, I lightly wiggled my ass against him.
“Fuck,” he growled, kissing my neck hungrily. His hands trailed upwards from my waist to cup my tits. Since the thunderstorm, we’d been lazily lounging around the house naked, just enjoying each other, allowing us to reacquaint ourselves with each other. It was nothing new for us to worship and fuck each other all over the penthouse when Sophia wasn’t around.
Like horny teenagers, we couldn’t get enough of each other.
It was nice to know that after everything that happened, he still lusted after me like I desired him. I shivered when his finger traced circles around my tight nipple. Sighing, I melted against him, giving him better access to my breast.
His finger continued to circle and play with my nipple while his other hand slowly moved further south. His movement was agonizingly slow. While I was always ready for his teasing and playful nature, my body was not.
Taking his bloody time, I moaned when his hand trailed over my stomach at an excruciating slow pace until he reached my mound. I parted my legs to give him easier access. His hand reached between them and with his middle finger, he ever so slightly penetrated my wet core.
I gasped, my head falling back against his chest.
“Caleb, please,” I whimpered.
“You interrupted my snack and I’m still hungry,” he teased, as he gently pinched my nipple.
I moaned louder.
I felt his lips against my ear when he added, “Breathe, baby. I’m just getting started.”
Caleb had an uncanny ability to know precisely how to provoke me, knowing what spot to touch and the right amount of pressure to apply. My husband’s prowess in the bedroom was remarkable, and the way he seductively touched and caressed my body displayed an unparalleled level of mastery. Knowing the longer he manipulated me, the greater my desperation would grow. He knew I would eventually reach a breaking point, where I would be driven to plead and beg for my release. Many times, he had me on the cusp of crying, sobbing for him to fuck me.
I knew he was playing with me. He enjoyed my squirming, loved hearing my moans, my whimpers when his finger slipped from my pussy.
“Please, Caleb.”
“In due time, my love,” he whispered. His finger traced my swollen lips, before finding my clit. Giving it a tender flick, my whole body shivered. In my desperate state, I surrendered myself to him, and everything around me faded away, leaving only him in my focus.
“Do you have any idea how wet you’re getting?” he asked.
The sheer intensity of my bliss rendered me incapable of forming a coherent reply. I wouldn’t know how to respond even if I could. My brain wasn’t functioning. I couldn’t focus on anything else but the feeling of his hand and the actions he was taking. Once more, he applied a delicate pressure to my wet center, his finger sinking deeper. “You’re so wet. Dripping with pussy juice. My pussy juice.”
I nodded, moaning when he continued to tease my slit. “Say what I want to hear, baby.”
I knew what he wanted me to say.
