I didn’t turn around. I wanted to feel his presence roll in and wrap around me first.
"Maybe I am," I whispered.
He crossed the room. I felt the heat of him before he touched me. His hands slid around my waist, rough palms dragging up my stomach, bunching the shirt up over my hips. His lips ghosted over my neck.
"Five years, two babies, and you still look like the most tempting sin."
His voice was low, thick, like the murmur of a Southern storm. It burned right through me. His mouth came to my neck, and he kissed below my ear, then dragged his teeth down to my shoulder, slowly, like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of my skin.
"Peter..."
"You miss me, my sexy witch?”
“Always,” I stroked his long curls through my fingers, my other hand stroked the front of his jeans. The hardness there always stretched beneath the palm of my hands and I moaned softly.
“Tease,” he growled. “I see you missed my cock too, yeah?"
I shivered. "Every fuckin' day."
He turned me around, cupped my jaw in one hand and kissed me hard. His tongue pushed into my mouth, claiming, tasting, taking. I melted. My legs parted on instinct, my hands fisting his shirt.
"Tell me what you want from me, cher?"
"I need you, my exorcist."
He grabbed my thighs and lifted me onto the counter. The glass hit the floor, shattering. I didn’t care. His hand wrapped around my throat. Not tight. Just enough to remind me that I belonged to him.
"How bad?"
I gasped. "So bad, Peter. Please."
His eyes dropped to where the shirt barely covered me. He ripped it open, the cloth falling off my shoulders. I was bare beneath it and his growl made the tips of my nipples grow hard for him.
"Fuckin' knew it.” He bent his head and drew a full breast into his mouth. Sucking and licking it as if it were a dessert so sweet, he couldn’t get enough of it. As he sucked the tip, a drop of milk seeped out and he groaned, sucking it harder into his hot mouth.
“I thought you didn’t have any more milk?” He asked.
“Not enough to feed her, but apparently enough to satisfy her daddy,” I moaned as he sucked on the other nipple, squeezing a tiny bit of milk into his mouth.
“My dirty little wife. Spread those legs and feed me properly."
I did and he dropped to his knees, his breath hot against the inside of my thighs.
"You smell like heaven and taste like sin, cher."
His hands slid my panties down, they clung to one of my ankles as he leaned me down, raising my legs up. His mouth was on me in a heartbeat, tongue devouring my clit, his fingers digging into my hips as I writhed, back arching, moans falling from my lips.
"That’s it, cher. Feed daddy. Let go and let me take you there."
He sucked on my clit, sliding in two calloused fingers. They felt thick and I ached forr him.
“God, I’ve been thinkin’ about this sweet pussy all day.”
He licked at me again, his fingers curling and I came hard, crying out, grabbing his hair, pressing him to my core. My body shook, legs trembling, and he didn’t stop until I begged him to.
“Please, Peter. My God, I can’t!” I squealed as he bit down on my clit.
He stood, mouth wet, eyes dark. He undid his belt, pulled down his jeans and I watched as his massive erection was stroked by his hand. A drop of cream was squeezed out and eagerly I slid off the counter and to my knees, licking and sucking the ti as he had my nipple.
