“Hey, you just smirked which means you disagree.” My nipples harden and my clit swells. We need to take this upstairs or to the couch.
Pelvis rocking into me, he nibbles my lips, the tip of my nose, and across my cheekbones to my earlobe. “I always smirk and it was directed at the pan, not you.”
My legs open wider to give him more access. “And how is my blackened tortilla funny?”
“Just is.” He blows softly into my ear, then whispers all sexy-like. “Never douse an oil fire with water. Worse case? Stick it in the oven and deprive it of oxygen.”
I’m sure what he said was important to remember but my gray matter is focused on the problem at hand. What’s the fastest way to tear off his clothes? With his lips moving against mine, my hands crawl under his soft jersey. The silky skin over the firm muscles makes me crave so much more.
Pressing me against the fridge, he hums contentedly into my mouth as I pull up his t-shirt and tug down his sweats.
“Fuck, sweet cheeks. What you do to me.” His elbows by my head, he nibbles my chin and rains kisses down my neck. When he reaches my collar bone, I reach for the sky, and my top flies over my head.
We both chuckle when it lands on the sleeping cat and she jumps.
“We should-”Bedroom.
“Shush.” He unhooks my bra, frees my breasts, and he sucks hard.
When I moan, he slides my leggings over my butt. Shivering at the steel on my back, I push my pants to my thighs, pull one foot through, and rub my wet want against his.
Breathing heavy, I curl my fingers around his thick cock and arch my chest. He rewards me by nipping my sensitive tips until molten liquid pools between my thighs.
This is my man, my husband, my partner. Desperate to celebrate life. I wrap my legs around him. His mouth returns to mine as he rubs his long silkiness along my wet core.
“Now.” I can’t believe how much I want him.
“You northern gals need to learn to slow down.” His rough beard scratches my cheek as he teases me below.
“Gals?” I bite his lower lip. “Better not be more than one.”
“You, sweetheart, are more than enough woman for me. You come first.” He places his tip at my opening with a finger at my sweet spot and as he slides over my slick nub, I climb higher.
“Ah, that’s it.” His breath warms my ear. “Fuck, you are so damn sexy,”
I blossom under his attention, so close, I might die.
“Oh, yessss!” Stars and moonbeams flash under my eyelids and as he thrusts into my shuddering core, I buck like a wild woman, coming a second time.
“Jesus, Mary and Jos-” He widens inside me, grabs my butt cheeks and goes for the gold.
We both shout when he bursts apart. With our hearts beating as one and his juices rolling down my leg, we collapse onto the floor.
“Wow.” It takes a while before I dare stand.
When my legs stop shaking, I wet paper towels and hand them off to him. After gently cleaning my inner thighs, he wipes himself, and tosses the wad in the garbage.
“That was the last.” I sigh. “We may never see a paper product again.”
“We could use fabric.”
I poke at his forehead. “Laundromat closed. Remember?”
He grins as he reaches to gather up his clothes. “My grandmother had a washboard. I can call home and see if my stepmom will ship it.”
“Good idea. Let me know how it works for you.” I snort out a laugh as I picture him kneeling at the tub with the antique. The first and only time I let him help with washing, he melted my sports bras.
Chuckling, he helps me to stand. “I suppose we should get a move on and hit the hay.”
