“Or a couple days.” The whispered words turned into a gasp as he bit her. Hard.
Her entire body jittered as adrenaline flooded her bloodstream.
Squeezing her hands together, she tried to process the pain.
Letting go of the skin he’d marked, he licked the tender flesh. More pain traveled along her nerve endings to her head.
Another gasp echoed around them as he bit the other thigh.
Her clit pulsed and she almost came as he released her sensitive skin. “Best toll, ever,” she declared.
He chuckled and licked upward. “Let this be a lesson to you.” Reaching around with one hand, he pulled at the top of her sex, exposing her clit to the cool air and his warm mouth. “I thought about this all day at work.”
“You did?” she asked as she pinched her nipples again. Trying to come or not to come, she really didn’t know.
“All day. This right here. You pliant beneath me, taking the pleasure I want to give to you. Loving it. All. Day.” He punctuated the last two words with the wet slide of his tongue around her clit. “Needing us as much as I do. The connection.”
Pleasure raced through her and she had no doubt he was about to make her come. But she wanted something more. She wanted more of him. “Michael?” Her voice shook as she spoke his name.
“Yes, beautiful?”
“I’m gonna come. Soon.”
“That’s the plan.”
“Can I make another request?”
He sucked her clit into his mouth and worked it with his tongue, giving her a gentle nibble. With one more gentle lick, he spoke against her mound. “Of course.”
She had to swallow to get the words out. Not from embarrassment, but because she was that close to coming. “I really want to come with your cock in my mouth.”
His mouth stopped moving and he shook his head. “I can’t believe I didn’t just blow my load all over the couch. Do you have any idea how you lay me low when you say things like that?”
“I need it. And thought that might be a little added bonus to the toll paying.”
“Are you trying to bribe an officer of the law? You dirty girl.” He bent to her pussy again and sucked on her clit.
“You’re not actually an officer. Oh, fuck. Your mouth.”
“Sure, I am. I got my degree at one of those online universities.”
She arched against his mouth and tried to remember how to speak. “Umm, you can’t actually do that online.”
“Are you besmirching my double doctorate in criminal psychology and police…ness I got last week?”
“Yes.” She laughed, which turned into a gasp, and her entire body jerked. “You just bit me again.”
“Yes, I did. I see how you’re going to be. Only one thing I can do with that mouth of yours. Fill it.”
He moved off the couch and his erection stood straight up. The tip glistened in the light from the forgotten television.
She tried to follow him but he pushed her shoulders back down. “Nope. I’ll put you where I want you.” Grabbing her hips, he pulled her down farther on the couch.
“Oh, God,” she breathed out as he lifted her hips and turned her so her ass was planted on the back of the couch with her head hanging off the front of it.
The head of his cock, he pressed it between her lips and she got to suck the pre-cum from the end.
“Fuck,” he cursed as he pressed in deeper. “Just. Fuck.”
With her eyes closed and his balls pressing against her face, she wrapped her hands around his thighs and purred against his cock.
He split her legs wide and kissed the top of her mound.
The gentle kiss stopped her brain and switched it to some other kind of frequency. One where everything else in the world disappeared and all that remained was them.
“So wet, baby.” His fingers rubbed her slickness around the entrance of her pussy then pushed inside. First one, then two. He massaged her G-spot as he tongued her clit. “Fuck, I love your fingernails in my thighs.”
“Mmmmm,” she hummed against his shaft. She hadn’t even known she’d dug her nails into his legs. Her orgasm swirled inside her pelvis as she sucked his cock again and again with a bob of her head.
His knees against her shoulders and the edge of the couch kept her in place so he could reach down and pinch her nipples.
Threads of pleasure exploded from each place he touched her, claimed her.
She groaned and sucked him all the way into her mouth as delicious sensations raced outward to the top of her head and the tips of her curled toes.
“Come for me, Tabby. Come as you swallow my cock.”
Her pussy and mouth pulled him in as she came. Whimpering on each contraction of her pussy, she bucked her hips as he tortured her clit.
The muscles in her pelvis twitched every few seconds and she panted as he pulled free from her mouth and her core.
“Stars. I see stars. Coming for you…” She didn’t finish the thought. Him making her come always left her dazed and delirious with pleasure.
He shifted her until she lay sideways on the couch. “You coming for me. Fuck. It’s mind-blowing.”
As he stepped over to one of the end tables flanking the couch, she rolled to her knees on the floor.
“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked as he opened one of the drawers in the table.
She flopped her upper body with her arms beneath her. Spreading her legs, she exhaled another moan. “Getting ready for my husband to fuck me, I hope.”
“Half on the floor, half on the couch?”
“Mm-hmm. You can be behind me and grab on to the back if you need more…leverage.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“That is the plan.” She laughed as he pulled lube from the drawer. “And when did you get all sneaky and put that down here?”
He popped the top and moved behind her. “This morning before I left for work.”
The semi-coldness of the lube to her asshole was a delicious shock to her system. “This morning? I do love a man who has plans and makes them happen. I love a man even more who takes what he wants. So delicious.”
The moment he pushed his cock into her sex, Tabitha groaned. She opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. There was nothing she could say to tell him how perfect he made her feel in that moment.
Wanted.
Desired.
Loved.
Cherished.
All those things and more.
Then his thumb was in her ass. Two strokes then he switched to a finger. Then two. He spread the lube inside her, preparing her, enticing her.
“Your ass is so smooth. Tight. I love fucking it. Love taking it, because it’s mine.” He slid out of her pussy and fit his cock to her ass. With his palm on the base of her back, he urged her down a little farther. She spread her legs and relaxed as he pushed in.
Her arm shot out so she could grip one of the couch cushions as he popped past the ring of muscles he told her he loved stretching so much.
“Fuck…” they cursed together.
He grasped her hips. Pulling out, he paused for just a second then pushed back inside, one long thrust until his balls pressed against her clit.
Pleasure raced up her spine and she jerked and squeezed the cushion. “Fuck,” she cursed again and her ass tightened around him.
He hissed behind her.
“I could come again,” she told him with nothing short of a little bit of awe.
“Get your fingers on your clit. In your pussy. On your tits. Do what it takes to come. I want to fill you after you come on my cock. I need it, and it’s not gonna be long before your ass sucks the cum from my balls. So. Fucking. Tight.”
She circled her clit with the fingers on one hand. She didn’t even remember moving her hands. She tugged up the mound of her sex with her other hand, doubling the sensation of delicious indulgence of him fucking her ass.
She squeezed her eyes shut and clamped her teeth together.
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p; “Just like that. Fuck. I want it, Tabby.”
She slipped her fingers in the juice sliding from her pussy and gathered some of it. She brushed against Michael’s balls just because she could.
“Tabby,” he growled. “Fuck.”
She lightly scratched his sensitive sac with her nails and rubbed her clit in staccato little lines. Three passes. Four. That was all she needed as he filled her ass with his hard shaft. Wrapping her feet over Michael’s calves, she anchored herself to him as she came.
Body. Mind. Soul. All connected.
Her orgasm pulsed through her groin in short bursts and Michael must have known. He fucked her ass with purpose, digging his fingers into her hips as he pumped inside her.
“Huh, huh,” she exhaled and she thrashed beneath him, nearly shaking apart from the carnality of coming on his cock inside her.
So raw. Perfect.
Michael reached beneath her and grabbed her wrists, then twisted her arms until he had them pinned to the back of the couch. Leaning more of his weight against her, he trapped her beneath him.
She couldn’t get away. Couldn’t move.
“Take my cock, Tabby. Take it.”
She screamed as he fucked her ass.
Pushing through her still spasming muscles, he shoved in as deep as he could get then…paused. “Tabby.” Her name was an oath, a prayer. Something magical she’d need till the day she died. “My Tabby.”
Tilting her hips as much as she could, she tried to get closer and begged for his cum. “Please, please give me your cum. I need it. Fuck, fuuucckkkkk,” she screamed again.
He clamped down on her hands and eased her legs farther apart to get in deeper.
His weight on her kept her from floating away as he pumped his seed inside her.
“Tabby,” he said again as pulse after pulse of cum shot into her ass.
The brush of his balls against her clit kicked off another mini orgasm and they both groaned as her ass locked down on him again.
He pulled out a couple of inches then pushed back inside and shivered against her flesh as he relaxed against her.
Too soon his weight was gone, but he stayed inside her as he coaxed her to the rug beneath their feet. They collapsed onto their sides, panting, trying to catch their breaths as the world slowly took shape around them again.
“I love you.” His whispered words beside her came a second before he hugged her to him one more time.
Her purr for him was as natural as breathing and all she could offer, along with her smile of complete and utter satisfaction.
No other words were spoken. None were needed.
They lay there for a while. Together. Basking in the amazing afterglow of the best sex of her life.
Tabitha nodded off at one point, and came to when Michael had softened enough to slip from her ass.
“Let’s go to bed, beautiful. I don’t want you getting cold.”
“Love how you take care of me.”
“Always.”
He carried her to bed as if she was some kind of princess in a castle and he was her prince who had come to rescue her. That was much more accurate than she would have ever thought possible. He was her prince. He was her everything.
She thought about talking to him as he tucked her into bed. The words were there to tell him what she’d been missing lately and how much she needed him and the life and connection they’d built together.
But maybe this was it. Maybe this was the path of everything getting back on track with them being together more.
Why would she bring up anything bad after the perfect evening they’d shared?
His voice whispered up her spine as he headed to his side of the bed. “You need anything before we crash?” He climbed in with her and she wouldn’t have moved away from him for anything in that moment.
Holding his face, she kissed him as he pulled her close. “Just you, my husband. Just you.”
Chapter Seven
Tabitha
A few minutes before eight o’clock on Saturday morning, Tabitha pulled on her apron in front of the table she and Robin were going to cook at. Her apron said ‘Hot Stuff’ across the chest. She glanced at Robin again and smiled. “That is the largest cup of coffee I’ve seen any coffee shop offer.”
“Coffee. Mmm…” Robin took another drink and yawned hugely.
“What size is that? Fifty-five-gallon drum?”
Robin seemed as if she was trying to pry her eyelids apart and sort of looked around.
Tabitha’s phone pinged a text and she pulled it out of her pocket and opened the screen. It was from Roland. She read it super quick, tried to hide her smile, shot an answer back and pocketed the phone again. Helping with a surprise for Robin totally delighted her.
The phrase ‘sleeping while standing’ came to Tabitha’s mind when she glanced at Robin again. Tabitha laughed and Robin seemed to try to focus on her.
“I curse your bloodline for getting me out of bed this early.”
Robin threw something else at her about pestilence and the plague but Tabitha couldn’t follow it all behind her kissing the coffee cup.
“Better?”
“Mmm,” she answered again and took another big swallow.
“Is that not burning your mouth? Seriously, that has to be so toasty still.”
“Can’t talk now. Caffeinating.”
“A Homer Simpson reference? Really? And you said you weren’t a morning person.”
“This is not the morning. Morning has the good sense to not even start until after nine. This time of day is something else obscene all together. People don’t call it the ass crack of dawn for nothing.”
Tabitha laughed and drew a few stares from the other people in the class. They were all older. As in much older. She and Michael normally stood out. Nothing new. “And who are these people you’re referencing?”
“People. I could tell you but then I’d have to kill you.”
Glancing at the clock, Tabitha figured the chef was about to walk in. “Okay, you need your apron on. Coffee down. Apron on. You can do it.”
Robin seemed a little bit more awake as she peered down for her apron.
“It’s over your shoulder,” Tabitha offered helpfully and laughed.
It seemed to take Robin some mental convincing to put her cup down, but she finally did part with it. “Hey. Naysayer. You’d better be glad I at least have clothes on. This early it wasn’t guaranteed.”
“Well, I appreciate you getting it done.” Tabitha grabbed her chai latte and took a drink. Then promptly choked on it when she took in Robin’s apron.
It wasn’t just any apron she’d tied around her waist. Oh, no. It looked just like a half-naked beer fest girl. Little skirt, suspenders that barely hid the nipples and huge boobs were pictured front and center. The tops of stockings were the last thing before the apron cut off. And the girl on the apron could have been a dead ringer for Robin. That girl was stacked and then some. Tabitha had seen her naked a couple times, so she knew.
Yes, alcohol had been involved in those adventures, too.
Tabitha continued to choke and sputter on her coffee, which drew the attention of everyone in the kitchen. As if anyone could keep their eyes off Robin, anyway.
“You okay?” Robin asked with another yawn.
“Guess I should have been more specific on the kind of crowd we normally have here.”
Robin glanced around. “What? Old people?” She muttered behind her cup with a smile as she took another drink.
“Umm.” Tabitha grinned, already anticipating Logan’s reaction to Robin. She rolled out of bed and resembled a supermodel. “Maybe.”
“Mmm… Coffee.”
“You are such a cheap date.”
“Low-maintenance is my middle name.”
“I thought your middle name was Bernadette.”
“One of those.” One more drink for her. It felt as if her cup was getting light. “Okay, tell me again why you dragged me out of bed at half
past seven in the morning on a Saturday? There should be some kind of law against that.”
“I’d already run a couple miles and showered before I came to get you. I could have come over way earlier.”
“You would have been dead to me.”
“Duly noted.” Tabitha clearing her throat then took another drink and tried to keep her eyes off Robin’s fake…ish nipples. “This class is really for basic cooking with a little bit of extra awesome. It’s meatloaf and spaghetti and—”
“Linguini with scallops?” Robin asked with a fair amount of drooling.
“Exactly. Chef Logan gives one-on-one instruction while we cook and he tailors the menu based on requests from the class at the beginning of the course. His claim is that he can teach anyone to cook.”
“Not likely. How long is the course?”
“Two months. Every Saturday.”
Robin shook her head and nursed the last of her coffee with a quiet slurping sound. “At eight in the morning? You people seriously have to be masochists to do this for two months.”
“May I remind you, you’re here this morning.”
“Under duress. No, no, no. I have a better one. I was coerced.”
“With what?”
“Coffee. And I just want to be sure the quality of my cooking slave is up to par. See? Better. The coffee is working. I literally feel my snark meter rising. This is good. Okay. I’m here to give my slave a check-up. My final answer.”
“You’re a nut.”
“Which is why we’re such good friends. Nuts and berries go together.”
“Berries?” Tabitha asked.
“’Cause you’re so berry awesome!”
Tabitha chuckled. “You’re definitely a nut.”
“Honey roasted,” Robin answered while peering around the kitchen.
“What are you looking for?”
“The chef who supposedly saves orphans on his downtime and farts rainbows and glitter.”
“Orphans? Glitter?” Tabitha asked.
“Mm-hmm. Sounds like he might walk on water, too. What does he look like, anyway? Grandfatherly, big belly?”
The door to the kitchen opened and in walked Logan, wearing a crisp white chef jacket.
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