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The bath water was starting to cool as I climbed out of the tub and wrapped myself in the towel. I quickly dried off and threw on my robe. Didn’t bother putting anything else on, why should I? I opened the bathroom door and screamed.
“Shit, sorry.” Gerard said reaching out and touching my arm. “I didn’t mean to scare you. I was just coming to see if you were ready for dinner.”
I laughed. “Perfect timing I guess. So we’re eating now?”
His eyes fell to the deep V of my robe. “Uh, yeah. Dinner first.”
I stretched my arms out and clasped my hands behind my back. Yeah, I’m bad. I knew this would open the neck of my robe even more. His eyes were glued to my chest. “So if dinner is first what’s second?”
He licked his lips and I felt heat shot through my body. “Dessert” he answered finally looking into my eyes.
We began walking down the hall. I was surprised when we didn’t go towards the kitchen but instead he pulled on my arm and led me into the bedroom. “Oh, Gee.” I said happily. “This is great.”
The man had fixed us a little oasis. He had covered the inflatable mattress we had purchased with a sheet and surrounded it with pillows. The TV was on the floor in front of the mattress.
“You sit and I’ll get our dinner.” He said as he led me to the mattress.
I sat down amid all the pillows and smiled. “Sure you don’t need any help?”
“Got it under control” he yelled back as he headed down the hall.
Happiness flooded me. I loved my husband and I loved our new home. If only we could always be this happy.
A few minutes later he returned carrying a tray. Carefully he sat it down on the floor. “Okay, I’m not much of a cook.” He said handing me first a napkin then my plate. “But I tried.”
I looked at the stir-fry and grinned, “It looks wonderful.”
“Yeah, well it’s one thing I can actually make.” He sat down next to me with his own plate.
I took a bite and smiled, “This is really good. Okay you’re officially the cook.”
“What kind of a wife do I have?” he teased.
“One that hates to cook.” I admitted. It was weird to realize that since we’d been married we hadn’t lived together like normal couples. We’d been on the road. “Are you disappointed?”
“Nope, we’ll share the cooking duties.” He said before taking another bite.
I sat my fork down a minute and he looked over at me. “What’s wrong? You look like your gonna cry.”
“I just so fucking happy.” I whispered.
Bless his heart he understood. “Yeah, me too. Shit, I didn’t think I’d ever really be married like this. Not to someone I really loved.”
We finished eating just enjoying the silence and being together. When we were done he took our plates back to the kitchen telling me to stay put. I laid back with a huge smile on my face. When he returned he had a bottle of chocolate body paint in his hands.
“Should I ask?”
He sat down beside me. “Dessert” he said. “It’s time for dessert and I know how much you like chocolate. Close your eyes.”
My eyes closed and he gently parted my robe and slipped it off me. “Cold?”
“No” I answered in a whisper. Suddenly I felt the chocolate being painted on each nipple.
“Hope you don’t mind if I have my dessert first.”
“Of course not. You made dinner.” I tried to keep my voice steady. It was so hard not to moan when I felt his tongue begin to lick the chocolate.
“Very tasty” he said then went right back to licking. “You’re so quiet.”
“I’m trying to be.”
“Oh, trying not to moan?”
“Yep.”
He laughed, “I’ll take that as a challenge.” Damn man was making me bite my lip. Now he was not only licking but also sucking. “Sill silent? I must be losing my touch. I’ll have to try harder.” He applied more chocolate body paint and the sucking started again.
“Are you enjoying your dessert?” I asked knowing my voice was breathless.
“Absolutely.” He answered stopping momentary. “As good as this is though I’ve always been partial to chocolate pie.”
Good Lord I moaned. No, there was no way to stop it. I held my breath as he painted the chocolate down my slit. When he tongue began to lap it up I moaned louder.
“I really hope these walls are thick or our neighbors will never get any sleep.” Gerard smirked.
“Shut the fuck up and eat your dessert.” I ground out trying not to wriggle my hips.
“As you wish, princess” He said before lowering his head. He used his fingers to part my lips while his tongue flicked my swollen nub.
“Fuck, that feels good.” I said.
His tongue found a wonderful spot and I felt my muscles tighten. “Cum for me Laura.” He said briefly before returning to his rapture of me.
“No, not yet. Please, not yet.” I whispered.
He stopped and moved up to look into my face. “Why?”
“I want us to cum together.” I hoped he’d understand.
His smile made he realize he did. “So does it mean it’s time for your dessert?”
I sat up and gently pushed him down on the mattress. “Oh, yeah.” I unbuttoned his shirt and he rose up slightly so I could slip it off his shoulders. The pants were a bit of a challenge and he helped me with them. I tried to hide my smile when I saw his fingers trembling. Once he was nude I picked up the chocolate body paint.
First I brushed it lightly across his lips. When I kissed him it was sweet and hot. Next I moved down his chest to paint a bit on each of his nipples. Have to admit I love his nipples. Briefly I wondered if that was weird.
“What are you thinking?”
I hadn’t noticed his eyes were open and he was watching me. I laughed.
“I was wondering if it was weird that I love your nipples.”
“Fuck, I don’t think so. I’m glad you do.” He reached out and pushed the hair away from my face. “I love to watch the expressions on your face. Sometimes they speak louder than your words.”
I lowered my eyes. “I can’t hide anything from you anymore.”
He shook his head, “No, I can read you now. Besides you shouldn’t hide things from me. I’m your husband.”
God, just hearing those words made tears spring to my eyes.
“What?” He asked
“Just fucking happy, Gerard.” I bend my head down and began to suck on his nipples. He reached up and put his hands on my shoulders. I felt his fingers tighten.
“Feel so good.” He whispered.
When I’d finished licking the paint off each one I moved further down his body. Slowly, very slowly, I took the brush covered in chocolate paint and ran it from the base of his penis to the tip. Gerard moaned and I saw his hands grip the sheet on each side of his body.
I giggled, “A chocolate tower.”
“A fucking rock hard chocolate tower.” He answered barely able to speak.
“My chocolate tower.” I whispered before lowering my head. My tongue darted out and I began to swirl it through the sweet substance at the base. Soon I began to lap the chocolate on each side slowly, so slowly. He moaned again.
“Woman, if you want to cum together you can’t do that to me much longer.” He said his voice raw.
My tongue had just reached the satiny sweet tip of his penis. I took it into my mouth and sucked in his goodness.
“Laura, I’m serious. I can’t take much more.”
I looked up, “Tell me when you’re close. Tell me when you feel it coming.”
He closed his eyes and nodded.
Once again I began sucking. My hand came up to cradle his balls. It was a moment later he spoke. “Laura, now.”
I moved quickly. As I impaled myself on his rock hard rod I moaned but not as loudly as my husband.
“Ride me.” He ground out.
I threw my head back and arched my back. The feeling was beyond words. Soon the tempo increased.
“Cum with me.” I whispered.
“Together” he whispered back as it happened. “Always together.”
As the passion subsided I collapsed onto his chest. His arms encircled me and he whispered words of love to me. We stayed that way until I finally felt I could move.
I giggled.
“Why are you giggling, woman?”
“I feel so sticky.”
He nodded, “Yeah, now it’s time to take that bath together.”