I smile, picking up my sunflower mug from the counter since I never put it in the sink out of fear it might break, and begin lathering it with soap. “It’s my shampoo and body wash, you know this. Notes of lily of the valley, jasmine, and lavender.”
“Hm, that’s right. Fuck… never stop using whatever this diabolically enchanting shit is. I could live with my nose glued to your neck like this forever.” This time he full on nuzzles me, digging deeper against my skin.
“That has to be the weirdest, yet most romantic thing you’ve ever said to me.” I laugh when he begins nibbling as well, the prickly hair of his beard tickling my sensitive flesh. “Wolf, stop it. I’m trying to get these cleaned, and you’re making it really hard.”
“You’re making it really hard, too,” he counters. One of his hands moves up to cup my breast over my dress while the other trails south between my legs, his hips flexing into my ass and making me feel every delicious inch of his length.
I close my eyes momentarily, leaning my head back against his shoulder as his hand finds its way beneath my dress and begins rubbing tiny circles over my panty covered clit. A whispered moan leaves my lips as I begin to lose myself in the moment,rocking back into him while his tongue and mouth work their magic on my neck.
Greyson pushes my panties to the side, his rough fingertips now connecting with my sensitive skin before dipping lower to my entrance. His thick digit slides inside of me as goosebumps break out along my arms, causing me to shiver and tighten my grip on the mug in my hands. Slowly, he slides it in and out, his thumb finding my clit once more as I begin to drip all over his hand. I begin panting, that aching feeling inside my belly burning stronger with every stroke of his fingers until I feel myself nearing the edge of the cliff, completely lost to his touch.
It isn’t until my mug nearly slips from my soapy hands that I snap out of the trance he’s placed on me and open my eyes. “Okay, okay! Grey, seriously, I need you to stop before I break something.” I giggle and pull my head away, trying to wiggle out of his hold. His finger doesn’t stop moving, and I groan. “I’m serious, Wolf. I won’t forgive you if you make me break something.”
“Fine, fine.” He chuckles, reluctantly releasing me and taking a step back. Barely. I can still feel his breath fanning across the back of my neck, his body heat warming up my spine.
I look over my shoulder just as he hums and find him with his finger that was just inside of me, now lodged between his lips. “Heaven.”
I snort and turn back to the dishes, finishing cleaning the last three mugs that we only handwash and setting them on the drying rack as well. The instant my fingertips release them, Greyson grabs my hips, and he spins me around. He presses my back into the counter and seals his lips to mine within my next breath, his tongue exploring the inside of my mouth as mine does the same to his.
My arms wrap around his neck as I grind against him, but just as quickly I move them down to his waistband, popping the button and pulling down his zipper.
“Fuck, does my Bunny look sexy as hell right now. Hair a mess, pupils blown, flushed all over. I can even smell your needy cunt dripping for me, and it makes me want to devour you.” His lips trail down my neck, over the slope of my breast, until he reaches my nipple and bites down hard through the fabric.
I yelp in surprise, my fist tightening around his cock that I had just managed to grasp, and my body leans back on instinct. I realize the moment I fucked up when my back connects with something and the sound of mugs tumbling over each other rings loudly in my ears.
“Oh shit!” My eyes widen and I quickly turn, trying to catch them before any fall off the counter.
It’s one of those two-level racks where one tipping over could cause a disaster, and that’s exactly what’s happening. It’s like my hands are only adding to the chaos unfolding before me, and every time I steady one mug, another falls. Greyson quickly tries to help as well by placing one arm on each side of my body and trying to stop them all from moving. But in his sudden attempt to help, he knocks into my arm, making my hand catch onto the rack, and before I can stop it, three mugs crash to the ground.
I gasp loudly when I see one of the mugs now lying on the ground ismymug. I spin to face Greyson as my eyes well with tears instantly, unable to face what might have just happened. “Oh no… no, no, no…”
“Fuck…” Greyson mutters when he looks down and sees it as well, his hands rubbing soothingly up and down my arms. He knows how important that mug is to me.
My stomach turns to knots, bile rising in my throat as my heart pounds in my chest and I shift my weight from one foot to the other. I desperately try to keep it together, repeating that it’sonly a mug and nothing else in my mind, that it doesn’t matter, and it’s not the end of the world if it broke. But my hands begin to tremble and the tears that were simply coating my lids mere seconds ago now fall freely down my cheeks.
My foot catches onto something as I shift again, and when I look down and see a broken brown piece of ceramic, I sob. “Oh God!” I quickly cover my face and cry into my hands.
His hands leave my body, but I refuse to look at him, refuse to look at what he’s doing. “Hey, look. It’s okay, Em,” he says softly, but I shake my head, unable to face the truth. “No, look, Bunny. It’s not your mug. It’s not the one that broke.”
The words echo in my mind, and I slowly peek through my fingers, sniffling as he stands back up from his crouching position and holds my sunflower mug in front of me. “See? It’s okay.” He slowly turns it over, showing me every angle. “No new damage.”
“But…” I whisper, glancing down at the piece by my foot.
“It’s the poop one that broke. But that’s okay, we can just buy a new one.” He releases my mug when I hold it firmly between my palms and cups my cheeks, bringing my gaze to his as his thumbs wipe away my tears that haven’t stopped falling. “Breathe, Bunny. Your mug isn’t broken. Everything’s fine.”
I sob a little louder, dropping my forehead to his shoulder as I let out deep breaths, trying to calm the hurricane of emotions that just went through me within seconds. “God, I feel so silly crying over a mug…”
“It’s not silly, baby. It’s important to you. You have every right to be upset if something were to happen to it. But now that we know it’s still in perfect condition—well, as perfect as it was before the fall—you can relax.”
“Yeah, okay.” I breathe out once more, leaning my body against his while cradling my mug between us.
“Although from now on, I think we should find a safer system for the mugs if we don’t want a repeat of that, or at least push back the rack toward the wall,” Greyson says before kissing the side of my head.
“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea. I don’t think I can handle that amount of stress again.” I giggle. “What a way to kill the mood.”
“But is it really killed?” He nibbles at my shoulder, then slowly peppers kisses along my neck as his hands begin to grope me.
“Okay, okay! Not entirely killed. But let’s fix all of this up first, and then you can take me to the bedroom.” I pull my head back and smile at him just as his lips reach mine.
