The next morning, I woke to his arms still wound around me. Neither of us had moved much at all during the night. It had been my best sleep in a very long time and as I blinked awake, a sense of satiated contentment poured over me.
There was a residual soreness in my limbs and my core felt empty. My pussy was quite sore, but in a way that left me feeling taken care of and blissfully happy. I was still naked and so was he, but the two of us together like that made me smile.
“Good morning, my beautiful wife,” he whispered behind me. He pressed his lips against the back of my shoulder in an indulgent kiss, eliciting the softness of moans from me in the process. His fingers caressed the length of my hipbone, circling it gently and causing a rush of goosebumps to rise along my skin.
“Do you want to know something, Zoe?” he asked and there was a certain huskiness to his voice that made me curious.
“Yes,” I breathed.
“I’ve dreamed of waking up beside you for the first time like this for a very long time,” he whispered.
“Is it all that you imagined?” I asked.
“Even better,” he purred.
I hummed quietly in embarrassment. I wasn’t used to anyone bathing me in compliments like he did, and I didn’t quite know what to say. I didn’t have to though, because my stomach chose that exact moment to growl incredibly loudly and ruined that perfect moment.
“Weren’t we supposed to have dessert after dinner sometime?” I asked, knowing full well the two of us had been far too distracted to eat anything at all even if it had been brought to us last night.
He rolled over top of me and lowered himself so that his arms pinned my thighs to the bed. He looked down at my bare pussy and I squeaked with embarrassment. Pointedly, he dropped his head and lightly dragged his tongue against my clit. I shivered, gasping as the wet heat of his tongue slid against my sore flesh.
“I was going to call for breakfast, but maybe I should enjoy my own dessert first,” he murmured before his lips locked onto my clit.
“Oh! I didn’t mean…” I began but my words died on my lips.
Fuck.
His mouth on my flesh was something else altogether. His tongue flicked back and forth, and I knew that I would never be the same after that. I would never forget how wet and hot his mouth felt against my clit. It was so very different from his fingers or my own and when he thrust two fingers inside my pussy at the same time, I knew I was done for.
He didn’t coax my orgasm forward slowly. Instead, it was hard and fast and so incredibly hot that I couldn’t hold it back. To be honest, I was still sore and tired from last night, so my defenses weren’t particularly strong.
When my release broke, it was intense in a beautiful way. I hesitantly clutched at his head, not to push him away or to keep him between my legs, but as a way to simply hold onto him as he gave me what he wanted. My pleasure twisted hot and heavy and quick as my torso rolled. I rode his mouth, enjoying every second of scalding bliss that I could until it finally faded into a soft warm light. It ignited the satisfied ache in my limbs and burned it away, leaving me feeling languid and fully contented. I whined softly when he pulled his fingers from me.
He drew back up over me with a smirking grin plastered all over his face.
“I could get used to the taste of you on my tongue every morning, little girl,” he said, and I bit my lip bashfully as I drew my thighs together.
“It’s a rather nice way to wake up,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks flush incredibly hot as the words left my mouth.
“Open your mouth,” he demanded firmly, and I relented. He pushed the same two fingers that had been deep inside me into my mouth. “You asked for dessert. You will clean your sweetness off my fingers, little girl, and you will enjoy it.”
I blushed hard as I closed my lips around his fingers. The taste of my own arousal was strong, sweet, m
usky, and delightfully filthy with a side of taboo, but with him it felt right. I met his eyes as I began to suckle him, swallowing around his thick digits and doing my very best to clean every drop of me off of him. He smiled broadly with pride, and I suckled at him more vigorously. When I was done, he withdrew his fingers slowly and my mouth made a popping sound when he pulled them out completely.
His gaze darkened considerably with his own arousal.
He pushed off of me, grasping my arm and quickly flipping me over on my belly. I tensed as he caressed my backside, and he clicked his tongue.
“I want to see what’s mine, pretty girl,” he murmured. He slid his palm over my bare bottom, and I couldn’t help myself as I arched into his touch. His fingers were gentle and explorative, but when he forcibly spread my bottom open, I squeaked in surprise. His fingertip only just tapped against my bottom hole, and I covered my face with my hands so that I could hide my utter embarrassment.
He didn’t say anything at all, but the threats of more of his belt and his cock fucking my bottom rushed back with wild intensity. I mewled as he released me, still feeling the touch of his finger on such a shameful place long after he’d removed it.
I trembled on the bed for a long moment, lost in the unknown of my unquenchable desire and his dangerously dark promises.
“Good girl,” he praised, and I couldn’t stop myself from beaming just a little at his words. He sat beside me on the bed and picked up the phone on the bedside table. I uncovered my face and watched him as he put in an order for breakfast. I didn’t really listen to the words he was saying as he ordered, too caught up of the feeling of his hands on my skin to worry about the food that was coming. When he hung up, he took my hand with his and squeezed it tight.
“If you’d like, you can go wash up. You are not yet allowed to dress though, my beautiful wife. You will remain naked until I allow you the privilege of clothing once again,” he said softly.