His lips kick up, "Raise your arms."
"Wh…why?"
"So I can undress you, of course."
Heat flushes my skin.
He grabs the hem of my…well, his shirt, then pulls it partway up. "Do it, baby," he coaxes, and his term of endearment slides down my chest and settles between my legs. I raise my arms and he pulls the T-shirt up and off me.
He takes in my naked body and his nostrils flare. "Jesus, all this time you weren’t even wearing panties?"
"As you may recall, someone tore off my panties last night. And I wasn’t exactly afforded the opportunity to pack. Besides, I was in a hurry to come down and start breakfast."
He smirks, then turns earnest. "You don’t have to cook, you know?"
"I wanted to," I murmur.
"And I do have a housekeeper who comes in daily to make sure the place is clean and stocked up. She also cooks when I ask her to."
"I’d rather cook for you." I bite the inside of my cheek.
"Why do I find that so hot?" He leans in close enough so our breaths mingle. "Why do I findyouso hot?" He grasps my hips and drags me up to my tiptoes. "Why do I find every part of you so delectable?" He licks my lips and a moan bleeds from my lips. He hauls me up and I wrap my legs around his waist. He kisses me deeply, his tongue in between my lips, his big hands squeezing my butt cheeks as he pulls me into him. He turns, places me on the edge of the table, then shoves aside the plates and the cutlery, all of which crash to the floor.
I start, then groan when he flattens his palm onto the center of my chest and urges me to lay back. He drags his gaze down my breasts, my waist, to the flesh between my thighs.
"Fuck," he says in a hoarse voice, "I can’t wait to taste you again, but first," he reaches over and grabs the jar of honey and holds it poised over my chest.
"What are you doin—" I gasp as he drizzles the honey across my breasts, then trails a stream down to my navel and across the soft flesh between my belly and my pussy. OMG, he’s going to...ahh. He places the jar of honey somewhere above my head, then leans over and slurps up the honey around one nipple.
"Oh god," I slap my palm against the table as he curls his tongue about the nipple, then bites down on it. A groan spills from my lips as he continues his journey to my other breast. He slurps on the nipple and I feel the tug all the way to my core. He massages my tits while I dig my fingers into his hair.
"Jesus," I huff, "this is insane."
I sense his lips curve before he proceeds to lick his way down the trail of honey to my belly button. When he laps at the indentation, my entire body shudders. I tug on his hair and a growl rumbles up his chest. He slides down my body, then proceeds to lick up the honey from below my belly. My core clenches and my pussy quivers. I want him to lick me there, but if he does, I am going to come apart right here on the kitchen table. He blows on my swollen flesh, and I almost scream in frustration.
He presses tiny kisses on either side of my core. My scalp tingles. He stays poised over the most intimate part of me. His hot breath sears my pussy. Moisture pools in my channel. I yank at his hair, trying to get him to lift his head. At the same time, I can’t stop myself from raising my hips, trying to chase that feeling of having his lips on that part of me which is currently crying for attention.
A low chuckle rolls from his lips and the vibrations shudder over my skin. My nerve endings seem to detonate, my toes curl, and my nipples grow so hard that pain shivers out from them.
"Goddam you," I snarl, "what are you waiting for?"
He glances up at me from between my thighs. "This." He bares his teeth, "Ask for it, Sunshine."
I firm my lips.
"Do it." He lowers his voice to a hush, "Ask for what you want."
No.
No.
I swallow, "Make love to me, husband."
41
Axel
Heat coils low in my belly. All of the blood drains to my groin.Husband.This is my wife. In my house. Laid out for my delectation. Something hot stabs at my chest. My vision tunnels. "Say that again," I growl.