Marital Bliss(8)

He kept his thumb on her clit, rubbing and playing over it while he ate her. And what an appetite he had! Her other hand slid to her chest softly pinching and tugging at her nipples. Just when she felt the first tickle in her belly he pulled back.

“Crap, I almost forgot.”

“Whatever it is, we don’t need it right now.”

He laughed. “Hold that thought. I’ll be back in a flash.”

She closed her eyes and sighed, slipping her suddenly free hand down to her clit and rubbing it. No reason why she couldn’t stay primed while he was gone. She moaned and worked her fingers a little faster. She might even be able to take the edge off with a really great orgasm before he got back.

The door slid open and shut again.

“I didn’t say you could play with my toy,” he said coming back to kneel between her legs again. Those were the exact words she always said when she saw him jacking off.

“Just keeping it ready for you,” she replied. He usually said “getting it ready for you” but the concept was the same.

“I brought a few things as well.” His breath whispered over her skin and then she heard the unmistakable sound of a vibrator. He ran it up the inside of her thigh and she quivered. “I’ve been fantasizing about this since I bought it.”

He ran it over the lips of her sex and along her fingers. She pulled her hand away and he chuckled before leaning closer to run kisses along her inner thigh.

“Waterproof and incredibly small,” he said. “But it sure has a lot of buzzing power.” With that he touched it to her swollen clit and she nearly jerked off the bench. He eased it down over her lips and teased her opening before sliding it back up to torment her clit. Back and forth he went, keeping her right on edge.

“Clit or pussy?”

“Clit,” she moaned.

The vibrator entered her pussy and his lips wrapped around her clit and sucked. It was exactly what she wanted, what she needed. She came with the harsh cry of his name on her lips. The vibrator didn’t fill her. It was small just as he’d said, but it did pack a punch that left her weak with release.

The sound stopped and she realized he’d turned it off. She was still feeling phantom vibrations as he continued to stroke it in and out of her pussy. His lips released her clit and he slid his tongue down between her folds to her entrance. The vibrator disappeared and he licked at her, flicking in and around, tasting her.

“Always been the sweetest cream I’ve ever tasted.”

She gave a husky laugh. “I don’t think I could move if our lives depended on it.

“Good thing they don’t then,” he replied, placing one more soft kiss on her sex before standing and reaching a hand down to her. “Let’s wash up and get out of here before we start getting prune skin.”

She groaned but let him pull her up. The man definitely knew how to make her weak with pleasure.





Chapter Four




Mischa awoke to the smell of food. Her stomach rumbled, reminding her that she hadn’t eaten since breakfast. There were no clocks anywhere, but with the way the sun’s rays were hitting the skylight, she would guess it was late afternoon. They’d both fallen into bed after their shower and she for one had slept like the dead.

Her entire body still tingled from the orgasms she’d had today and this was only day one of their vacation. By the end of the week she would be a big pile of mush. If she had her way, he would too. And when it came to Clint, she almost always got her way. He just couldn’t seem to say no to her. Something else she loved about him.

Tossing the cover sheet aside, she padded to the bathroom. It was still as incredible as she remembered. After she used the facilities she took the time to run a brush through her hair and put on a dab of lip gloss. Then, keeping to their no-clothes rule, she headed downstairs.

Clint was in the kitchen. Something delicious was cooking. His back was to her so all she could see was the ripple of muscle in his back and the tight buns of his ass. He had an apron tied around his waist, to protect his penis she was sure, and it made her snicker.

He turned to look at her and his eyes softened. That was love. She saw it loud and clear every time she looked at him.

“Well, hello, sleeping beauty.” He walked over and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. His kiss was slow and deep, managing to curl her toes.

“Are you playing naked chef?”

“I just made sure to cover the important parts,” he grinned and stepped back.

Her eyes fell to the front of the apron and she laughed. Right over his cock were the words Kiss the cook.

“Is that a typo or is that the cook now?” She snickered again.