Trina texted back promptly and told him to fuck off and ask Marie herself. Damn.
“What are we having?”
“Well, since I have so much time on my hands, I made a beef roast, homemade macaroni and cheese, au gratin potatoes, and steamed some vegetables.” She threw the response over her shoulder as she took the roast out of the oven where it had been resting and then pulled plates down from the cabinet. “Do you want horseradish with the roast?”
“I think so, yes.” He got it from the fridge and took that and a bottle of wine to the table. She’d already put two glasses and the tableware down.
“Alright, let’s eat.” She smiled as she set a perfectly portioned plate down in front of him and one at the place where she sat. “How was your day?”
He gave her the usual answer, that it was fine and there’d been no problems. He left out the part about discovering the foreman of his construction crew had been stealing from him, and the fact that Anton had burned the guy’s house down for it. It was better than killing him and the man got the message and left town with his girlfriend. A very good idea.
“How’s your roast?” she asked after a while.
It was the most boring conversation they’d ever had and he knew it was his own fault. He’d done this to her, made her his prisoner, because of his own fears. He just didn’t know what to do about it. Instead, he decided to distract her the best way he knew how.
“It’s not as good as licking the taste of you from your skin, Marie. But it’s close.” He grinned over at her and she gave him a saucy wink.
“You’d better save that for after dessert. I made cherry cheesecake.” She took a bite of macaroni and cheese into her mouth while she watched his eyes go wide in excitement.
“Now you know that’s my favorite.” He saw the way her nostrils flared and knew where this was headed.
“I do. But is it as good as my skin?” Her lips twitched in a way he couldn’t take his eyes off of, even though her eyes beckoned.
“I think we should find out how good it is on your skin.”
That was all he had to say as they both got up, took their plates into the kitchen, and brought back the cheesecake in a glass dish. Marie cut a portion of it for him, but rather than eat it with his spoon, he directed her to sit in front of him on the table.
Her robe gaped open to reveal she only had on a pair of pink cotton panties. He liked those he decided as he spread some of the dessert down her smooth thighs. Slowly, with great care, he licked up each morsel of the cherries, sauce, and cheesecake on her thighs. By the time he cleaned off the other leg, she could barely breathe, and her eyes were a warm shade of brown that he only saw when she was aroused.
“Let’s get these off, baby.” He pulled the panties down and threw them behind his chair once they were free of her legs. “Now, to taste the real delicacy in this house.”
He set her feet to rest on each side of the armrests and leaned forward to inhale her clean scent. Marie leaned back on the table, propped up on her elbows as he stroked her with the very tips of his fingers. Not an invasive touch, for now, he was only exploring her, letting her build to something more.
“You are a beautiful woman, Marie, but to me, you’re everything I could have ever wanted.” He spoke the words so softly he doubted she even heard him. He worked his hands under her to tilt her hips up when she didn’t say anything in response and ran his tongue deep into her folds. That got a very quick response.
A glass crashed to the floor as she moaned loudly somewhere above him. She must have reached out to hold onto the edge of the table and knocked the glass off. Good, she was already halfway to mindlessness then.
He practiced everything he’d learned she liked over the months and used every one of those skills expertly as he sensually explored her with his tongue, his teeth, and his lips. When her hips started to rotate, he pulled away and stood over her. He pressed his hips into hers so she could feel how hard he was, grinding himself into her until it was a torture he couldn’t bear any more.
He eased off of her center to explore her breasts. They were firm and full, the tips a dusky rose that beckoned to be kissed. Again, Matteo teased her expertly, with a twist of his fingers and the suction of his lips, he aroused his wife into a state where her legs wrapped around his hips to grind up into him, not caring that they were both on the kitchen table, or that they had a bed to do this in. She just wanted him. And when she begged him for the release she needed, he pulled away and picked her up.
With careful steps, he took her into their bedroom and put her down on the bed. He stood at the foot of the bed ready to climb over her, but she had other ideas. She turned over and stood up, just to bend right back down. His grin was full of cocky pleasure as he rubbed a large hand over the mound of her ass.
“Is that how you want it, Marie? You want me to take you from behind? To make you mine? To make you scream my name?”
“I do, Matteo, please, don’t make me wait.” She twisted her hips and pushed back into him, the robe now in a puddle in the hallway somewhere. He ran a finger down her perfect spine, over the curve of her hip, before he placed both hands firmly on each side of her hips in a way that made her suck in a breath in anticipation, only to pull her back into his erection.
“Fuck,” she screeched angrily. “You still have your clothes on, Matteo?”
“Patience, my lovely. You have to be patient.” He ground his hard length into her, just to tease her, but it made the ache there worse. He was punishing himself now, not just her.
He wanted her desperately, wanted to be inside of those slick walls of hers, to lose himself in her, but he wanted this to last, he wanted her to be completely in a mess before he let himself go.
He pulled his right hand from her hips, slid it down the crevice of her ass, to slide down into her silky folds to find her clit. “That’s what you need, right, darling? You need to get off. That’s all you need.”
He knew it wasn’t, but he loved the way he could make her come fast and hard with his fingers. It was a slower process when he used his mouth on her, but with his fingers? It took seconds and she was moaning and twitching uncontrollably. He watched her back arch now, watched the way she pushed her pussy out towards him, and knew that the second her back relaxed he’d be inside her.
He pushed his zipper down, undid his belt, and pulled his other hand away from her just as her back relaxed. With a firm grip, he guided himself to her entrance and paused to put his hand back on her hip. She couldn’t wait though and pushed herself down onto him with an audible sigh of relief.
“That’s what I wanted Matteo. I wanted your cock, baby. I wanted you inside of me.” She’d learned to talk to him the way he liked. She’d learned to tell him what she liked, what she wanted, to use her words to arouse him the same as he did with her.
“Fuck,” he ground out as her little ploy nearly undid him. The sensation of the soft slickness around his throbbing cock was almost too much, but he caught himself, even when she began to bounce on him. With a growl, he tensed his fingers on her hips. “Sit still, woman.”
“Only if you promise to fuck me hard?” She looked back at him over her right shoulder, a gleam in her eyes. She’d paused, long enough for him to catch his breath and his arousal. Thank goodness.