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When he inched closer, I splayed my legs further apart to give him more access. The hem of my dress had inched up my thighs, but his exploring hands were easing it up higher until I was left with no option but to lift and allow his strong hands to shove the dress up and over my ass.

With a hand full of ass, he squeezed to his satisfaction. He leaned down, placing a kiss to each of my hard nipples before dragging the straps of my dress down my arms and shoving my strapless bra down.

His tongue grazed my puckered nipple, the strokes easing the throbbing need riding me. His lips wrapped around one and sent my eyes roving to the back of my head when he sucked, taking the tight bud and allowing his tongue to play a devilish game with it.

He didn’t leave out the other, giving it the same delighted strokes of his lovely tongue. He dipped lower, and after his play with my nipples, I was flowing like a river after a hard rain.

“So fucking sexy,” he said as he leaned down and placed kisses against my thighs, his lips soft and hot. He took in a deep sniff, his nostrils flaring as he took in a whiff of my flowing arousal. “You smell so fucking good, my fucking mouth’s watering for a taste.”

His words had the throbbing he ignited in my pussy humming now, causing me to thrust my midsection towards his face when he tried to back away. His gaze connected with mine.

“Don’t worry, wife. There is not one part of you that I’ll leave neglected.”

His words added to my frantic need. I was mindlessly working at freeing him of his shirt, when he stood, lifting it to expose his tight abs and chest. My actions proved too slow as he gripped it, lifted, and tossed it over his shoulder, before sending the material flying through the air like a lost kite.

The deeper we fell into this scene, the more we were connected, and the more fervent our actions became.

“So, this is your idea of dinner,” I commented, causing him to smile. “I like it. I’m going to need you to cook dinner, often.”

The dress was bunched around my waist, and my bra was twisted under the swell of my bobbing tits. He went for the bra, unsnapping the hooks with one hand as the other squeezed and plied my hard nipples.

“Making dinner for you will be my pleasure,” he finally replied before his tongue licked up the space between my tits until he found the hot spot around my neck, biting into it before he sucked it.

The quiet dining room where the usual noise was clinking silverware, was being livened up by my moans. Anyone could have walked in and caught us, but we were so deep into each other, we didn’t give a single damn about being caught.

Desperate for him, I was scratching at his lower abdominals and lower back, trying to get his pants down. Thankfully, he took over by yanking them down in a flash and kicking them out of our way. I lifted my ass once again and allowed him to slide my dress off before it was discarded with the rest of our clothes, likely falling atop the dishes that had hit the floor. He’d removed everything from my body except my heels.

Our bodies had heat radiating from us, so strong it whirled throughout the room from the energy it gave off. I was fully exposed and naked on our dinner table, my body on fire. His wide hand nudged me back as his eyes continued devouring me.

“Lie back please, so I can eat me a piece of this delicious pie.”

It was ironic that my eyes happened to land on the plate containing what was left of his pie before it slid off the table and hit the floor. I leaned back and let my legs drop open wider. Who was I to stop him from tasting a piece of pie that he had warmed just right?

I remained elevated on my elbows because I wanted to see. He lifted my leg and concentrated on my knee, licking some of the chocolate pie that I had crawled through on my way to him. His heat-seeking tongue went flirting up my leg, nibbling here, and sucking there enough to have my juices shamelessly leaking onto the table.

His mouth lapped up my wet heat and “Oh God,” rushed out along with the mental focus I had left. I trembled under his exploring tongue as his moans sent more pleasure vibrating through me.

“Arjen that feels….Oh fuck!” He flicked my clit with a delicate stroke before he took it between his lips, the sweet pressure had my thighs trembling, and he was just getting started.

When he pulled back, I reached for him, but the crazed look in his eyes stopped me and we stared at each other for a paused moment. His tongue slid across his lips, before he bit into them, his hungry gaze enough to keep my buzz alive.

“I need you to stand up. You taste too damn good to let anything go to waste.”

With his help, I stood my ass up on the dining room table like I was standing on the floor, heels digging into and scratching up the hard glossy surface.

He positioned me in the center and made sure my legs were spread at least shoulder width apart. I stood there pussy leaking, body hot, and willing to do whatever hell he had in mind.

He turned his back to me and laid on his back atop the table before sliding his body between my spread legs where he had a heavenly view of my pussy.

“There she is. My lovely pussy. Bring her to me baby. Slowly, because I want to see my precious little flower opening for me.”

Arjen was a damn super freak, and I liked every damn minute of it. I lowered my pussy down to his face, slow, like he asked and I was so turned on my damn legs wouldn’t stop shaking. As soon as his breath blew against my pussy lips, my damn knees went weak and caused my legs to shake harder.

“Hold that position,” he said, his breath feeling like an easy touch on my dripping pussy. I hovered a feet above him, my pussy aimed over his waiting mouth.

“I want to see and feel your juices dripping on my tongue,” he said, his voice so heavy with lust, the base in it slid across my skin.

My damn legs almost gave out because his hot request had spurts of my hot juices leaking faster onto his waiting tongue. Thankfully, he reached up and steadied me.


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