Sweat coats my top lip. I’m having another tropical. I can’t tell if it’s the menopause this time, the embarrassment of the show I just put on, or the anticipation of what’s to come as Alex sucks his two fingers clean.
I stroll backwards through his large hallway, past the winding staircase, slipping off my heels.
Alex does the same, kicking his black shoes to the side, prowling across the polished wood. “Take your dress off. I want the rest of my dessert.”
I suck in a breath. This man. My vagina clenches, needing more of his fingers or his cock. Teasingly, I lift the fabric of my dress, gathering it in my hands and bunching it at my hips. “Come and get it.”
Something in his eyes darkens as he growls, yanking the tie from under his collar. “Tonight you’re my fuck toy to do whatever I like.”
My back hits the table in the kitchen and he pounces on me, wrapping the tie around my neck and using it like a leash. He hikes my dress over my hips and tears the lace of my knickers. I squeal with excitement as his fingers dig into my thighs, hoisting me onto the table.
His teeth nip at my lips. “Tell me, Merry. I want you to say it. Tell me you're my fuck toy.”
I run my hands over the crisp linen shirt and unbutton it as fast as I can, needing to run my fingers over his chest hair. “I’m yours, Alex. Now stop talking and fuck me already.”
“Patience.” His rough hand slides up my thighs over every blue vein and dimple, but it’s as if he doesn’t even notice them. “I thought I told you I wanted this dress off?”
“You take it off.” I reach around to my back and tug at the zip.
“Arms up.” He gathers it in his fists and lifts it over my head, then tosses it to the floor.
I sit on his kitchen table in my black lace bra and torn panties, his tie hanging between my breast. I don’t even bother to suck in my gut. There’s no need to hide from him when he clearly likes what he sees.
His tongue darts out to wet his lips as his eyes rake over my body, taking in every ripple and roll. “You’re so delicious, Merry.” His finger runs along a crease on my belly. “You’re likea Christmas pudding, glazed with a fine brandy, and I want to cover you in my cream.”
The way he’s gazing at me like I’m a banquet laid out on his kitchen table is more empowering than any women’s rights speech. He thinks he’s in charge, but I’m the one who holds all the power, able to bring a grown man to his knees to worship at my feet.
His fingers curl under the elastic of my tattered knickers, and he tears the remaining fabric from me and drops them to the kitchen floor. “Do you know how hungry I am for this pussy?”
My core clenches. My limbs weaken as I lean back on my elbows and open my legs as wide as I can, inviting him without words to take what he wants.
He dives down, crashing his lips against my clit.
I gasp at the contact. My hand fists the short hair on his head as he works his sinful tongue into my centre. Moans sing out from my lungs. He says I’m his fuck toy, but I’m the one getting all the rewards.
My breasts bounce as he fucks me with his tongue, jerking my body against the wood of the table. “Al,” I moan, letting his name linger on my tongue. Calling out his name while his face is between my legs is something I thought I’d never get to do again.
“Alex,” I shout as white spots blur my vision. The spotlights above me brighten as heat courses through my veins. “Don’t stop.”
His fingers dig into my fleshy hips. He mumbles against my pussy, “Honey, I’m just getting started.”
I suck in a breath. My mind scrambling to remember that last time he called me honey. It’s as if we never divorced at all. We’ve slipped back into our husband and wife roles so easily, like this is where we’re meant to be. It feels right, as if we belong together.
He’s the only man I’ve ever submitted to. A moan rattles from my chest as he fucks me with his tongue, his thumb circlingmy clit as his hand pushes against my mound, holding me in place. I cry out again, my legs shaking.
My moans spur him on as he probes deeper, his thumb applying more pressure to my clit as he summons my orgasm. My back arches. A shudder wracks my bones as a wave of pleasure course through my veins and I come on his tongue.
His head lifts from between my thighs, his smirk glistening with my arousal. “Was that enthusiastic enough for my little fuck toy?”
“Yes,” I cry out, still tingling from the high.
“Good.” He stands and unbuckles his belt. “Now I want that same level of enthusiasm while you suck my cock.”
Oh bugger.
Chapter Eight
ALEX
