She takes a deep breath and smiles. “Is it the stew that smells so good?”
“Yup, I started it this morning. With everything that happened today, you probably didn’t notice.”
“Kind of hard to believe it’s still the same day…” Her expression is thoughtful as she pulls out a chair and sits at the island.
After scooping some stew into a serving bowl, I put it on the island, then add the board with the sliced bread. “That’s for sure. It’s been quite a day. Not that I’d change a thing. We’re right where we’re supposed to be, Sweetpea.”
Grabbing the butter for the bread, I half-turn. “Water okay? Or we could have the champagne my brothers brought over…”
“Water, I think. Maybe champagne for dessert?” She giggles. “We could reenact the whole Pretty Woman scene with the strawberries. Oh, do we have whipped cream too?” Damn. She’s so fucking cute.
“Dessert it is.” I pull the water out of the fridge, then fill our glasses. “You like that movie? I think we have a copy at the main house if you want to watch it.”
“Oh. My. God! Like it? It’s one of the best movies ever. Cheri and I watch it at least once a month for a girls’ night with wine and ice cream.”
“Wine and ice cream?” I cringe at the thought of mixing the two, but whatever my little bit wants, she’ll get. Placing a bowl of stew in front of her, I push the bread closer so she can help herself.
“Don’t knock it until you try it. Oh wow. This stew is killing it,” she says around a mouthful. “So good.”
Grinning, I taste mine. Not bad, but nothing special, either. I’m just happy she likes it. Although I don’t think I’ve ever heard that expression before. Maybe ten years is a bit of a gap after all.
We finish quickly; it seems both of us were a lot hungrier than I thought.
“Can I help you clean up?” she asks.
I can see why she was at the top of her class; my girl is not only very observant, but she’s also a quick learner. Only two meals with the family, and she’s already figured out that my brothers and I handle most things for the women.
“No need, baby. You can watch if you want.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her, and she chuckles.
After getting everything put away, I bring over the champagne, strawberries, and the bowl of whipped cream. I guess my sisters-in-law are into the same movie as Jaclyn. I pop the cork and fill a couple of flutes.
“To finding the love I never expected, the missing half of my soul, and my whole world. I love you, Jaclyn.” Tipping the edge of my glass to hers, I take a drink. She smiles at me after her sip, her eyes damp with tears.
“To my gorgeous, sexy husband, with the talented tongue...” She hesitates, then grins. “Able to wax poetic on demand. What did you think I was going to say?” She smirks. Such a naughty girl.
She might want strawberries for dessert, but not me. I kiss her deeply, sweeping my tongue over hers, tasting the bite of champagne and stew, then turn her chair as I kneel between her legs.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes widen as I lift her shirt and grin when she’s bare underneath.
“Having dessert? You can always use your safe word,” I say, and give her a moment to decide. She’s sore, but I’ll be gentle. Mostly. I won’t fuck her again until tomorrow at least, although she has two other holes I could claim.
Instead of her words, she nods until she sees my eyebrow raise, and whispers, “Yes, dessert, please.”
“Good girl.” Pulling her ass forward, I spread her thick thighs and slide my tongue along her seam, dipping into her already dripping cunt. My dirty girl, she’s so perfect for me. “Mmmm, you taste so fucking good, baby.”
As I hum against her clit, more juices leak from her pussy, and I catch them on my tongue. Gently sliding one of my fingers inside, her muscles grip me hard. When I rub her G-spot and flick her swollen clit with my tongue, she shudders.
“Oh God, Daddyyyyyyy. I’m gonna…” she moans and throws her head back, her muscles straining not to fall out of the chair.
“Come for me, little bit.” And she does, squirting all over my fingers.
“Oh shit, that was intense,” she murmurs, after catching her breath. When her gaze meets mine, she flushes bright pink. “How do you keep making me do that?” she asks.
“Do what? Come hard?”
“No, the other thing. All the mess…”
“It happens when I rub your G-spot, and it’s the best treat ever. No need to be embarrassed. You’re mine, remember?”
