In the distance, I could hear something falling, whatever dishes were left on the table being jostled from our movements.
When he inched closer, I splayed my legs further apart to give him more access. The hem of my dress had inched up my thighs, but his exploring hands were easing it up higher until I was left with no option but to lift and allow his strong hands to shove the dress up and over my ass.
With a hand full of ass, he squeezed to his satisfaction. He leaned down, placing a kiss to each of my hard nipples before dragging the straps of my dress down my arms and shoving my strapless bra down.
His tongue grazed my puckered nipple, the strokes easing the throbbing need riding me. His lips wrapped around one and sent my eyes roving to the back of my head when he sucked, taking the tight bud and allowing his tongue to play a devilish game with it.
He didn’t leave out the other, giving it the same delighted strokes of his lovely tongue. He dipped lower, and after his play with my nipples, I was flowing like a river after a hard rain.
“So fucking sexy,” he said as he leaned down and placed kisses against my thighs, his lips soft and hot. He took in a deep sniff, his nostrils flaring as he took in a whiff of my flowing arousal. “You smell so fucking good, my fucking mouth’s watering for a taste.”
His words had the throbbing he ignited in my pussy humming now, causing me to thrust my midsection towards his face when he tried to back away. His gaze connected with mine.
“Don’t worry, wife. There is not one part of you that I’ll leave neglected.”
His words added to my frantic need. I was mindlessly working at freeing him of his shirt, when he stood, lifting it to expose his tight abs and chest. My actions proved too slow as he gripped it, lifted, and tossed it over his shoulder, before sending the material flying through the air like a lost kite.
The deeper we fell into this scene, the more we were connected, and the more fervent our actions became.
“So, this is your idea of dinner,” I commented, causing him to smile. “I like it. I’m going to need you to cook dinner, often.”
The dress was bunched around my waist, and my bra was twisted under the swell of my bobbing tits. He went for the bra, unsnapping the hooks with one hand as the other squeezed and plied my hard nipples.
“Making dinner for you will be my pleasure,” he finally replied before his tongue licked up the space between my tits until he found the hot spot around my neck, biting into it before he sucked it.
The quiet dining room where the usual noise was clinking silverware, was being livened up by my moans. Anyone could have walked in and caught us, but we were so deep into each other, we didn’t give a single damn about being caught.
Desperate for him, I was scratching at his lower abdominals and lower back, trying to get his pants down. Thankfully, he took over by yanking them down in a flash and kicking them out of our way. I lifted my ass once again and allowed him to slide my dress off before it was discarded with the rest of our clothes, likely falling atop the dishes that had hit the floor. He’d removed everything from my body except my heels.
Our bodies had heat radiating from us, so strong it whirled throughout the room from the energy it gave off. I was fully exposed and naked on our dinner table, my body on fire. His wide hand nudged me back as his eyes continued devouring me.
“Lie back please, so I can eat me a piece of this delicious pie.”
It was ironic that my eyes happened to land on the plate containing what was left of his pie before it slid off the table and hit the floor. I leaned back and let my legs drop open wider. Who was I to stop him from tasting a piece of pie that he had warmed just right?
I remained elevated on my elbows because I wanted to see. He lifted my leg and concentrated on my knee, licking some of the chocolate pie that I had crawled through on my way to him. His heat-seeking tongue went flirting up my leg, nibbling here, and sucking there enough to have