Page 82 of Love Me

“Liam . . .” she whimpers, and that’s my undoing. Hearing my name on those lips I love so much.

I take a step back, kneel before her, and rub my hands up her legs, spreading them farther apart for access to her sweet, pretty pussy.

I can’t help but smile as I spot the small glass bowl next to us filled with melted chocolate. Reaching over, I lift the wooden spoon from the bowl, watching the smooth, glossy liquid drip from the end until it stops, bringing it between Hannah’s legs. Her little gasp has me looking up and meeting her eyes as she watches me.

Focusing back on my meal, I glide the flat side of the spoon down the inside of her thigh, painting her with the rich, velvety texture, loving how she looks covered in it. Dropping the spoon back into the bowl, I slowly lick up the inside of her thigh, cleaning the sweet chocolate off of her luscious skin.

My moans vibrate against her flesh, loving the taste of her skin mixed with the chocolate, my own dessert for breakfast. I continue to lap at her, nipping her in places, sucking on her sensitive skin until she begins to push herself forward, chasing my mouth. Once I’ve thoroughly cleaned her up, my mouth salivating for what I really want, I pull back enough to meet her eyes from where she’s looking down on me.

“You may be pissed at me right now, but you’re still my wife, and I’m not going to stop showing you that I love you. Just as I always have. And right now? I want to start my day with my face between my wife’s legs.”

My hand presses lightly on her chest, pushing her to lean back and rest on her elbows. Grasping her hips to pull her completely to the edge, I hold her ass in my hands, putting her in a perfect position for me to devour. Pressing my face right toher perfect center, I take a deep inhale of my wife’s delicious, sweet scent.

“I can’t get enough of you, Hannah.”

I lick up her center, right over the thin lacy fabric that separates her silky smooth skin from me.

“You’re going to come on my tongue. Right here in this kitchen that you love so much. So every morning while you bake, you can remember how you came undone with your husband between your legs.”

I push her panties to the side and take my first long, languid lick of her flesh from her core to clit with the flat of my tongue, soaking up her delicious taste, loving the little tremble in her body as the sensations travel through her. She’s already so wet, my tongue slipping through her wet pussy lips as I kiss her deeply.

“Ohmygod, yes, Liam, shit, you’re so good at that,” she moans as I hold her in place, pushing my tongue into her tight little hole and probing her with it. Her walls flutter around me as I lick deep into her, swirling my tongue around.

Moving my thumb over her clit, I rub gentle teasing circles while I fuck her with my tongue, licking and pumping it into her. Hannah’s little moans urge me on, using my hand around her waist to pull her forward, burying my face into her pussy, devouring her because I can’t fucking get enough. I feel desperate, unhinged, not able to get close enough to her. My cock strains behind the fabric of my jeans, begging to be released and sheathed within her tight, warm walls. Goddamn, she feels like fucking heaven.My wife.

“Oh, shit, Liam, fuck. Oh, fuck, yes! That feels so good.” A hand moves to my head, pushing my hat off and running her fingers through my hair. God, I love making this woman feel good. Her hips gyrate against my face as I consume her. Looking up her body, her chin is to her chest, her face pinchedin pleasure, mouth slightly hanging open as she watches me consume her.

I lap up her seam to her little clit, replacing my thumb with my tongue and sucking it gently into my mouth before using my tip to swirl around it. Her moans grow until she shatters for me, coming so damn pretty, her body convulsing, my name a mantra on her perfect lips.

“Liam! Fuck. Fuck! Yes!” I could come just from the taste of her on my tongue and my name on her lips as she reaches her orgasm. I almost do, the fucker throbbing in time with her spasms. I lick her through each wave of pleasure until she starts to squirm away from me. I give her pussy one last gentle kiss before adjusting her panties back in place and standing up in front of her. Grabbing her shoulders, I lift her to sit upright and face me. Her eyelids are heavy, cheeks rosy and flushed. She’s blissed-out, and knowing that it was all because of me makes me feel like the luckiest man in the world.

“That’s the best way to start my day.”

“Eating me out?”

“Making my wife come on my tongue.”

Her eyes flutter closed as her chest rises and falls hard, a new wave of arousal hitting her. Hell, I love the effect I have on her. Cupping her cheek, she closes her heavy eyes and leans into my touch, making me smile down at her. She won’t stay mad at me for long.

“You look beautiful like this, baby.”

She opens her lids and looks up at me, her gorgeous eyes swirling with post-orgasmic bliss, a fire burning in the center that tells me everything is going to be okay. I’m breaking through to her. Dropping my forehead to hers, I whisper my next words, “Me and you, beauty.”

She releases a rough exhale, her minty warm breath caressing my lips.

“Me and you.”

“Good. Now, there’s a plumbing issue in your only bathroom upstairs. So pack your shit. I’ll be by this afternoon to pick you and Charlie up.”

Her eyes widen and she pulls back slightly to study my face.

“But there’s no?—”

“Yes. There is. As far as Charlotte needs to know, there is. I want my wife in my bed; that’s where she belongs, and that’s where she’ll be.”

The smile that spreads across Hannah’s face is both sexy as fuck and hopeful. She’s not fighting me on this, which makes me nervous because Hannah typically doesn’t do anything that she doesn’t already want to. Rather than pushing for a direct answer, I accept her silence and decide I had better get to work and leave her to hers before Charlie wakes up.

Kissing her on the forehead, I tell her, “Have a good day,wife. I’ll see you later.”

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