My jaw slacks and he wastes no time taking full advantage. His tongue swipes the inside of my bottom lip before leisurely dragging over mine.
My hands thread together at the back of his neck. I press him towards me, wanting—needing—this connection.
He presses against me, and I feel his solidness against my belly. My core flames, an intense burst with no build-up, just a red-hot fire that flows into the apex of my thighs.
With no warning, he stills. His mouth pulls from mine, his body retracting.
“Ty?” I ask, panting. “What the hell?”
Shoving off the cabinet, he reaches behind me. I follow his hand as he draws an envelope in front of my face.
The corner of his lip is upturned, his brows shooting upwards as well. “Let’s take care of this first.”
“The envelope from Parker?” I ask incredulously, grabbing at his hips.
“I can’t focus if I know it’s sitting on the counter.”
He’s toying with me, but I’m not in the mood. I reach out and jerk the envelope from him. My eyes meeting his and holding the envelope mid-air, the tearing sound rips through the room as I split it in half.
His smile grows as does the slash in the papers. I don’t smile, don’t frown, just keep pulling until there is one piece in each hand.
“They no longer exist,” I say, handing him both halves. “Now fuck me.”
Laughing, he tosses the envelope in the trash and is standing in front of me before I realize it.
“Are you sure you can handle more?” he teases, his fingers playing with the hem of my dress. “You took a lot of dick this morning.”
I gasp as his fingers skim over the tops of my thighs and work their way so, so slowly upwards.
“Maybe you’re out of shape,” I counter, trying to keep my voice calm. “Maybe you can’t deliver again.”
His chest rumbles as he releases a low, sexy chuckle. “I can deliver. Don’t you worry about that.”
“What are you waiting for?” I tilt my hips, brushing my pussy over his hand. “Feel how wet I am?”
“You’re dripping down my hand,” he growls, placing his palm on my pubic bone. Applying pressure there, two fingers spread lower, over my clit, and dip into my wetness.
I hiss a breath, widening my stance, feeling his touch right where I need it.
“You like that?” he asks, knowing good and well that I do.
“Does it feel like I do?”
“It feels like you do,” he says, strumming my clit with the pad of his finger. “It feels like you want more than this.”
“Ah,” I groan, grinding my body against his hand. “I need you, Ty. I need you now.”
His mouth captures mine, his tongue commanding mine in a display of ownership, creating a blissful sensation from head to toe.
Before I know what’s happening, he drops to his knees. He motions for my legs to widen before his fingers drag from my ass all that way to my clit.
His eyes never leave mine, his free hand biting into my hip and holding me in place.
“My God, Ty,” I moan, my head falling back. “Ah!” I yelp as his face presses into me. His tongue rolls my swollen bud before pressing then flicking it, working me into a frenzy.
A finger, then two, enter my opening—in and out in the most wonderful form of torture I can imagine.
Just as I begin to see a flurry of colors, my body starting to lift off to bliss, he pulls away.
His hands digging into my hips, he dots kisses against the insides of my thighs, leaving a trail of assaulted skin behind as he stands.
Breathless, we gasp for air. I grab the button of his pants and work furiously to undo it. The zipper sounds as I tug it down and push his jeans and boxers over his hips. They pool on the floor.
His cock is solid and heavy as I take it in my hand. Stroking the length, a dot of pre-cum glistens at the tip. I fall to my knees and smile as Ty’s eyes eagerly meet mine.
My tongue flicks against the top, the softness meeting the hard. Ty hisses a breath as I lick the liquid from the tip of his cock.
I take the head in my mouth and roll my tongue around it. My free hand cups his balls, and squeezing them gently as I stroke his shaft, I watch my husband’s face coat with pleasure.
Licking around the head before letting my tongue draw down his length and around the base, I drag it back to the top along the underside.
His hips thrust forward, his hands embedding in my hair, as I take his cock into my mouth. Pumping him tightly, just the way he likes it, I feel the smoothness of his skin inside my mouth.
“Fuck, E,” he moans. His hands on my head urge me on, the head of his cock beginning to swell further.
Keeping the pace, I work him higher, feeling myself grow wetter with each passing second. Angling forward to take more of his size into my mouth, I look him in the eye.