Page 39 of Jaasiel

Twenty

SIX WEEKS LATER

Iyawn again, I did not get enough sleep last night, and it was all Jaasiel’s fault. It was supposed to be a simple dinner, and it turned into something else altogether. My body flushes from the memory of last night, and I clench my thighs in response, and before I know it, my mind is reliving last night.

“Wake up, Princess, it’s time for dinner,” he whispers as he kisses my ear, neck, and cheek.

“Stop, Jaa. I don’t want to get up,” I say trying to get away from his kisses.

“So, I slaved away for hours for nothing?”

“Jaa…” I whine.

“Come on, baby. You can eat and go back to sleep,” he lies.

“Fine,” I say, kicking my feet, having a mini temper tantrum. “Mmm, that smells delicious.” I swing my legs off the side of the bed before heading into the bathroom.

I finally make it to the dining room and take the seat he pulls out for me. He pours us both a small amount of the Merlot before placing the fruit and dip, veal brusato with polenta and tomatoes, and mushroom risotto on the table.

“Jaa, this looks and smells divine.”

“I hope it tastes as good as it looks and smells.”

“When has it not? You never miss.”

I take a bite and swoon; we eat our dinner reflecting on our honeymoon, and we have already begun planning our next getaway.

“Dessert?”

“Yup.”

“Jaa, what’s taking so long?” I call.

“All you want is my body and my food. I have something that will satisfy both your appetites,” he says, walking back in with the homemade raspberry gelato.

“Oh My God!” I say, taking him in from head to toe.

“On the table, baby,” he commands, and I scramble to get on the table.

“Baby, you’re naked! But that apron is hiding what I need to see. Can you take it off, please?”

“Oh, you’re begging. I like it when you beg. I told you you were a harlot. Taste,” he takes a spoonful of the frozen treat and lets it slip off the spoon into my mouth.

“Shit, that’s good,” I say as he leans over her and kisses me deeply, exploring my mouth slowly.

“Mmm, that is good. You got too many clothes on, Reka.”

“Oh, you ain’t said nothing but a word!” I say as I pop up on my knees flinging clothes left and right as he removes his apron, leaving us both naked. This man is everything to me. He is my best friend, my confidant. I can laugh with him and be vulnerable, silly, and creative, all without judgment or fear. I will never give him up. No marriage, ex-husband, or company will make me walk away, and if that wasn’t enough, he is just as OCD as me. Jaasiel has thanked Carla a million times, but I think I will buy her a purpleMaybach Exelero.In what is probably record time, I’m back laying on the table but this time gloriously naked. All my curves and lush landscape are on display for his eyes to feast on.

He drizzles another spoonful on my nipple, causing my back to arch off the table from the shock of the cold. “Cold, Princess? I’ll warm you up,” he says before sucking my nipple in his mouth. I reach out to hold his head to my breast. “Hands on the table,” he commands.

“Jaa,”

“Stop whining, baby, and put your hands on the table and leave them there.”

He puts some gelato on the other nipple giving it the same treatment as its twin. “You taste delicious, I love your taste. I love your smell. I love the way you feel when you are wet and warm, wrapped around my dick. I love your voice screaming out your pleasure. I love when you get demanding and when you take what you want from me. It’s all yours anyways, baby.” He pours the melted ice cream between my breasts and down to pool in my belly button and he eats up every drop.

“I was going to try to take my time with you, but all I want is to be inside you. I hope this table doesn’t collapse.” He holds one of my legs in his hand, lifting it high enough to give himself room to lick me from ass to my clit, immediately eating a spoonful of ice cream afterward.

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