Page 90 of Heartless Sinner

And the food... The food is to die for. Every bite is an explosion of flavors that dance on my tongue.

We enjoy a different cuisine on the beach every night where Micah's private chef creates whatever we want, along with his own editions of delicious dishes.

When we retire to bed, we enjoy each other all over again, either under the vast canvas of stars or wrapped in the silky sheets of our bed in the beach house.

The sound of the waves becomes the soundtrack to our passion, but the time slips away from us again, and soon, we reach the last two days of our honeymoon getaway.

Since it's raining, Micah and I spend the day inside. But that doesn't mean we don't have fun.

Our day started with a beautifully cooked breakfast. Then Micah took over the cooking and made me lunch and dinner, moving around the kitchen with a grace that makes my mouth water for more than just the food.

Now he's decided I owe him, and I should be his dessert. His eyes darken with hunger when he looks at me, sending heat coursing through my body.

Before the idea can even take fruition in his mind, he's got me stripped down to nothing and laid out on the bed covered in whipped cream.

His thumbs roll over my nipples. “I’ve been dying to suck on these all day.”

He leans down and licks off the cream from the tips of my nipples, leaving my entire body on fire. I answer with a moan. I was going to say something witty and sexy, but every time he has me like this, I forget how to speak.

“While I’m sucking on your delicious tits, you’re going to imagine me eating out your pretty cunt.”

I melt into his dirty words, my body bowing with every flick of his tongue.

His mouth closes over my right nipple, and streaks of pleasure shoot down into my core.

Then I do what he told me to, and I imagine him between my legs and the pleasure he always gives my pussy.

He grazes my skin with his teeth, and I moan out loud. “Oh my God.”

Micah feasts on both my breasts then trails all the way down my body, licking off the cream until his face is buried between my thighs.

He pushes my legs wider, then his tongue glides inside me, stroking my clit and licking my outer lips.

My orgasm rises hot and unrelenting, pulsing in time with every flick of his tongue.

Bursts of pleasure cascade through my nerves exploding under my skin.

My body can’t resist the wild sensation of my orgasm severing me from reality.

Wetness rushes from me, and he drinks me, pinning me to the bed so I take in every ounce of the glorious sensation claiming my body.

“Micah…”

“Yes, wife?”

God, every time he calls me that, I don’t know what to do with myself.

The combination of those words and his tongue has me coming again.

While I shudder with pleasure, Micah takes his clothes off, and I allow myself the indulgence of admiring my gorgeous husband.

He climbs on top of me, lifts my legs so they rest on his shoulders, then he plunges deep inside me.

“You feel so good, bellezza.” His voice is rough with greed and need. My pussy spasms in response and he pushes harder until he’s buried to the hilt.

Then he fucks me like I’ve never been fucked before.

He drives deep into my body, hard and fast, like he wants to reach all the parts he couldn’t touch before.

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