Her gaze drifts from my eyes to my lips. Then she looks down, placing her palms against my chest. “I made soup noodles for you. They’ll turn mushy in a few minutes.”
I hum softly, leaning even closer, my breath brushing her skin. “Not within two minutes.”
She looks up at me with sleepy, half-lidded eyes. “What could you possibly do in two minutes?”
I inhale slowly along her jaw, my voice low and certain. “Make you come.”
“Not possible,” she breathes.
I chuckle, then lick the corner of her mouth. Her lips part, tempting me further. I press my lips against hers slowly, savoring every movement. Her hands slide from my chest to wrap around my neck, moving as slowly and deliberately as our lips. Just as her breathing grows slightly ragged, I pull away.
“Check the time, Angel.”
She nods, dazed, but makes no move. I chuckle and lift my wrist. “1:12 a.m.”
She nods again, licking her lips. I pull her closer, lifting her up, and slide her shorts down from under her ass. I put her back on the counter and slide them off her legs completely.
“Lean back, and spread your legs for me,” I mutter against her mouth before kissing her again. She leans back. I only leave her lips once she is fully lying on the counter.
“Spread your legs,” I command, my eyes drinking in the glimpse of her pussy between her thighs.
She spreads them slightly. I click my tongue, amused. “More, Angel. Haven’t you learned?”
Her cheeks flush a deep red. Her shyness is seductive, it’s a trait I absolutely adore.
I lower myself between her legs. “More.”
She spreads them completely. I smirk before pressing my lips to the folds of her pussy, resting my palms on her thighs near her folds. She shivers under my touch.
“Gorgeous cunt,” I moan before thrusting my tongue inside.
She moans in response. I lift my face slightly and slide two fingers inside her. “Fuck,” I grunt, watching them sink deep into her tight, welcoming cunt, fingers disappearing into her as I feel her trembling around me.
My dick aches in jealousy. I slowly slide my fingers out, watching her clear juices coat them, then push them back inside, curling upward within her. There is supposed to be that spot somewhere here. I lick my fingers as they slide out, coated in her sweetness, then sink them back inside her again.
Her thighs tremble beneath my free hand. I take her clit between my lips, sucking on it while increasing the speed of my fingers. Her moans grow louder, more desperate. I leave her clit and instead rub the roof of her tight cunt from the inside, faster and harder, watching her writhe on the counter beside my lunch.
In the next second, she cries out, her body lifting off the counter before crashing back down.
That sight—that—is something to behold. Watching her come always gives me a secondhand orgasm. My dick is right on the edge; just a little physical pressure and I’d come in my pants. Which I refuse to make a habit of, it’s not a good one.
She slowly sits up on the counter and grabs my waist, checking the time on my wrist.
“1:14,” she mutters. Then she shakes her head and presses her chin to my chest, looking up at me. “It must’ve been 1:10 when you started. You lied.”
I look down at her with narrowed eyes. “If you don’t want to get fucked right here, woman, get away from me. It’s taking a warrior’s willpower to hold myself back right now.”
She pulls away instantly, her mouth pressing tight to suppress a smile.
This woman, and her smiles, have more control over me than I have over myself. I take a deep breath, trying to calm the demon raging inside me.
She wears her shorts, I move aside to open the casserole. The steam rises, carrying the fragrant aroma of noodles straight to my face.
She gets down from the counter and brings me a pair of chopsticks. “Here.”
I take the chopsticks from her hand without looking at her. Who doesn’t love their body parts? I also love my dick, which already deserves all the pity in the world.
I take a bite and nod, humming in approval. My wife loves eating good food, and making it. I chew another bite. She stands beside me, watching me eat.
