Page 70 of Broken Bonds

The giggle that threatened to come out of my throat turns into a gasp when his tongue touches my skin.

“I want you to know,” he murmurs, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck. “That you are the best thing that has happened to me in a long time.”

Those words make me feel good. I put my hands on his, which continue to caress me around my waist, touching me over the fabric of my old shirt.

“And you are…” I try to add but one of his hands has escaped and pinches my nipple, making me moan.

A kiss falls on my covered shoulder as his other hand wanders around the waistband of my skirt heading south. Feeling his warm fingers on my bare skin, the heat of his palm boils my blood. Behind me I can feel the crotch of his pants grow taut.

“We’re in the kitchen, Lionel,” I complain again. “You’re crazy.”

He nibbles my ear, his warm breath shakes me whole. “Yes, I’m crazy. Crazy about you, my beautiful wife.”

I want to tell him more. I want to confess that I’m crazy about him too. Like never before, that I’ve fallen harder for this man that I’ve discovered since I arrived and he doesn’t compare to the one I married a few months ago.

The words can’t express how grateful I am for this new opportunity. Again I move, looking to hug him.

“Leave your hands on the counter, Stella,” he orders me and I complain, I also want to touch him.

“I can’t,” I complain.

I hear him laugh, after a moment he pulls his hands away, and I’m about to scream and tell him to put them back where they were, to finish what we started when he pulls mine together behind my back.

As he wraps some silky fabric around them. His tie.

Why does this excite me so much?

I make a little noise that sounds more like a gasp, it definitely wasn’t a protest. He laughs again as he pulls my skirt and my plain white cotton panties down to my ankles.

Which reminds me, I should also buy some lingerie that’s more exciting, more delicate. More feminine and sexy.

For me. For both of us.

A hand slides down my back, gently leaning me forward until my cheek touches the cold granite of the counter.

Another gasp.

“Another day I’d put your underwear in your mouth,” he murmurs. “Today I want to hear you scream my name when I make you come again and again.”

In fact, I say his name, panting, he masterfully touches me making me feel good. His fingers are between my folds playing.

“Only I can give you what you want, can’t I?” He speaks low in my ear, his chest pressed to my back. “You want to come right now, here in the kitchen like the good wife you are, right?”

I close my eyes, conjuring up the images he has put into my mind. The two of us in the kitchen playing with the fire that burns between us. Two fingers enter me and my head is spinning.

“I…”

“Shh…” I’m hot and wet, so his fingers move inside me easily. He knows what he’s doing, he knows what my body wants. “This is the best way to welcome your husband after a day at the office, don’t you think? Now give me what I want and come all over my fingers, love.”

That dirty mouth of his does things to me. I open my eyes to look at him over my shoulder and our eyes meet. His dark eyes are almost black, darkened by lust, but there is more to them than this physical attraction that makes us gravitate around each other.

Is it love? Now, I really think it is.

“I want to hear you, Hvezda. Scream like you do when you have me deep inside you and your body…”

I can’t help it, I do what he tells me as a reflex. It’s fortunate that the counter and his hands hold me up, because I very much doubt that my legs can do it. “Such a good little wife.”

In the middle of my cloud of happiness I hear the sound of a package tearing, thank God he’s taking care of me.

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