“Oh, no. I would never let this special breakfast you made for me go to waste.” I tell him leaning down to plant a soft kiss on his lips, then nip, my tongue running over his lower lip to soothe it after that bite. “Why don’t you relax and let me enjoy what you prepared for me,” I tell him, gravel bleeding into my tone.
Leaning to the side, I reach for the can of whipped cream he left on the counter and the plate with a mountain of food on it. Resting the plate on his flat stomach I smirk when he gasps from the bite of cold.
“Am I the table now?” He asks laughing, but not moving while I shake up the can. Aiming the nozzle at the plate, I swirl more cream on top of what had previously melted. Fortunately, I manage toaccidentallyspray some on Pete’s chest, causing him to inhale sharply.
“Oops, let me get that for you Jellybean,” I whisper, shifting the plate to the side and leaning over between Pete’s spread legs to lick a long strip up his torso, purposely pushing the whipped cream up to cover his perfectly pebbled nipples. I can feelhis skin turning to goosebumps under my fingertips as I tease them along his side with light touches. “Wow, what a mess,” I comment, pushing my body further up and over my husband’s now rapidly breathing chest.
“You stay nice and still for me baby. I’ll get this mess cleaned up,” I assure him before latching my mouth around his nipples and sucking hard enough for his back to bow off the counter and his hands to find their way into my long hair.
“I am such a messy eater. How do you stick with me?” I ask playfully as I squirt more cream onto his other nipple and give it the same treatment. The sounds my husband makes when I touch and kiss his body are the sweetest sounds. I could happily tease him all day long, just to hear him cry and beg for more. Every inch of Pete is so responsive to my touch and he’s easily overwhelmed. It’s a beautiful sight.
“Oh, fuck, grumpy bear. I love your mouth on me.” He mewls.
“Is that so?” I ask around a mouthful of cream as I tongue my way down his lithe body. Not skipping an inch on his smooth chest and abdomen, my fingertips toying with the band of his lace panties, slipping under then pulling back, making his breath catch every time he thinks I'm going to pull them off. “I had no idea you could make canned whipped cream taste so good. I wonder what else you can make taste better?” I ask, hiding my smirk in his crotch as I nuzzle his cock through his panties. His thighs are already starting to tremble as they widen to accommodate my size between them.
Feet hooked on my back, trapping me in so I can’t explore the kitchen for treats, instead I stick two thick fingers into the chocolate sauce drizzled generously over my pancakes and smear it along the skin right above the band of his panties. I don’t wait for his reaction before leaning down and lapping it up like a starved man. Hmm, chocolate first thing in the morning really isn’t so bad.
Chapter 3
Pete
Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy Easter fuck.
Gavin often surprises me. The man has so many layers and a depth to him, that even three years into our marriage, I haven’t explored it all. While he presents this grumpy, fuck around and find out vibe to the rest of the world, he is the opposite with me. Here in our home, he can be vulnerable and let his guard down. I had expected him to humor me with the whole Easter thing, but I should have known better. My husband does nothing by half when it comes to me.
Laying across our breakfast table, enjoying the whipped cream drying on my skin, my husband licking chocolate sauce off my groin. This is a new Easter tradition I can get behind. Without any kind of warning, Gavin unhooks my ankles from behind his back and flips me over. Bent at the waist, I lay my cheek against the breakfast bar, my whole body buzzing with anticipation and excitement.
A sharp nip on my ass cheek has me lifting my head up to look over my shoulder. Gavin is on his knees behind me, a mouthful of my cheek between his teeth. I watch as he releases my skin and tugs at the lace, leaving it pooled at my feet. His eyes are hooded with desire, hair sticking up at all angles from my fingers running through it moments before. I don’t think he’s noticed I'm watching him, or maybe he just can’t take his eyes off my body. Either way, my dick is harder than granite and threatening to dismantle this table if Gavin doesn’t do something.
“Why don’t you crawl up onto the table, Jellybean ? Let me see all of you on display.” It sounds like a suggestion but it's really not, it’s a command and I waste no time scrambling up to my knees and using both hands to hold myself open for him. The growl that leaves his throat sends a shiver down my spine. “Fuck,little rabbit. That’s a pretty fucking hole.” His voice is so rough now I hardly recognize it.
Gavin laps at my hole, making me moan, the wet tip of his tongue teasing my pucker, as his massive hand scoops more of the sticky chocolate syrup and melted whipped cream before smearing it down my crease and batting my hands away so he can smack my cheeks and grip my ass hard enough to bruise. Like a feral beast my husband growls and dives back in. Licking and sucking at my chocolate covered hole.
“Fuck, I didn’t think it was possible for you to taste sweeter,” he moans, face wedged between my cheeks. His soft beard tickling the underside of my balls and my inner thighs. With my cheek and shoulders pressed to the table surface, my body is shuddering in pleasure.
“More, Gavin, please, fuck I need more,” I plead, pushing my hips back, grinding on his face. The way his tongue is spearing inside me is driving me fucking crazy. I love how he eats my ass but fuck I need more. I need stretched out and fucked raw, right here on the breakfast table.
Doing the very fucking opposite of what I need, Gavin pulls back. Mouth and hands leaving my body clenching around nothing but air. A pitiful whine leaves my mouth, but Gavin flips my body once again. Fuck, I love the way he throws my body around. He’s so big and strong. Laying on my back, I feast my eyes on my husband. Furry chest, soft belly, and massive fucking cock jutting out between his legs.
“Jesus, I love you,” I whisper like a prayer. Even now I have to thank my lucky fucking stars that this man is mine.
“I love you too, Jellybean.” I know he does, not one day has gone by that I’ve doubted the depths of his feelings for me. Anybody with eyes can see how much my husband loves me. With his hands now free, Gavin reaches over and grabs the bottle of syrup, squeezing it into his mouth and slamming his lips to mine. Our hips connect as I moan into his mouth.
“Please, fuck me, I feel so empty, fill me up grumpy,” I beg against his lips, feeling my balls draw up tight as he growls and thrusts his hard dick against mine. Precum from both our cocks slicking the way. It feels so good every time his wide, mushroomed head catches on mine, I could absolutely come like this. Dick on dick with Gavin’s chocolate covered tongue devouring my mouth.
A slick finger starts to tease my hole. Greedy for the stretch, I bear down against it. I have no idea where Gavin got lube. I’m not about to question it either. One finger quickly turns to two. My already softened rim relents to the intrusion and groan long and low. My whole body relaxes to allow Gavin’s fingers to slide deeper and scissor inside me.
“I’m ready, I’m ready” I pant grabbing hold of Gavin’s biceps as I look up at him on top of me.
“You sure, Jellybean?” He checks like he always does.
Nodding frantically. “Yes, yup, ready, fuck me,” I beg with a pout before pulling him back down to kiss me. I love having his weight on top of me, surrounding me like this. I feel his fingers slip free and I'm momentarily empty before the blunt head of his cock pushes against me and slips right inside.
Chapter 4
Gavin
Pete’s ass is strangling my cock. He’s so fucking tight I’m struggling not to pop off like a two pump chump. Nothing will ever compare to fucking my husband. His ass is my nirvana. Bottoming out, I grunt and snap my hips against the back of his thighs. Unable to stop myself, I pull back and slam forward again. Watching as his deep brown eyes darken and roll back in pleasure, cock bobbing in front of me with every thrust.
