Page 60 of Legally Yours
“What’s that?” I say coyly, making a sensual show of popping a grape into my mouth.
“You,” he practically growls. He leans over the table to grab my arm, tugging me to come closer.
I give in, standing up to let him pull me in. The next thing I know, I have somehow ended up on his lap, and his lips are snaking their way up the side of my neck. I have no complaints.
I fix my legs to wrap myself around his waist and draw myself into him even closer. We are both still clothed in thin pajamas and his robe has splayed open enough that I can feel him twitch underneath me. I love feeling him get hard like that, responding to the slightest touch from me.
He continues to kiss and nip at my neck. I close my eyes, enjoying the sensation. I shift my weight to grind against him, suddenly feeling like there are too many clothes in the way.
He must have a similar thought, because his hands come up to cup my breasts. He pulls back, looking frustrated. “Take off your robe,” he demands.
I stand up off his lap, missing his warmth already but happy to cooperate.
He pulls his own clothes off just as fast. He pulls me toward him again, almost frantically. Soon I am face down on the table as he stands behind me, his hands cupping my breasts. His nimble fingers roll across the nipples until I let out a deep moan.
He pushes himself toward me, not penetrating yet. But I can feel the mass of his cock as he thrusts his hips back and forth slowly, grinding himself in the space between my thighs.
I glance back from my position bent over the table to see his right hand caressing himself on each downstroke. Something about the sight makes my clit swell with excitement, and I let out an even louder cry.
His left hand leaves my nipple to tease my outer lips, flicking across my clit every now and then. I can feel my climax building, my whole body getting hot and flushed. A particularly strong sensation flashes through me like a bolt of lightning when he rubs across the sensitive nerve endings, and my knees nearly buckle underneath me.
He finally enters me, his cock sliding in to fill me up in the most delicious way. We moan and groan together as we build to our inevitable end. Even after a year of marriage and a child, I swear to God that with Liam, it somehow only seems to get better.
His thrusts increase in tempo. I vaguely hear the sound of silverware clattering to the ground and my empty orange juice bottle falling over, but I am too lost in pleasure to pay much attention. Somewhere, I must have put my hand in the syrup, because I am now sticky – but I do not care.
My pussy tightens around his cock. With a final cry, I feel my orgasm sweep through me. I relax against the table, legs weak. My whole body feels soft and pliable, like melted candle wax.
He spills his own climax into me, and then collapses on top of me. His elbow rests on the table to keep himself from squishing me too drastically, and I can hear his heavy pants in my ear as he tries to catch his breath.
My own lungs feel ragged and raw, as well. I draw in a deep, shaky breath as the haze starts to lift. He climbs off me, and I manage to lift myself off the table. I turn to face him, and he laughs.
With one hand, he rubs at the side of my forehead. I can tell he’s touching something sticky. At first, I am confused, but it belatedly sinks in that I must have syrup there, too. I giggle as he goes to fetch a paper towel and clean me off.
“Dirty girl,” he teases, clucking his tongue as he wipes my face.
“Now you see why I wanted breakfast first,” I joke back.
His eyebrows shoot up once more. “Do we have any more containers of syrup?” he asks. He punctuates the question by waggling an eyebrow at me, then starts searching through our mess as if to locate one.
“Liam!” I laugh and punch him in the arm. He sweeps me into his embrace, chuckling in my ear.
We’re both sweaty, and sticky, and wearing at least some of our breakfast. But I also wouldn’t change a thing. And maybe we’ll find the syrup in time for lunch.
THE END.
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48
JENNIFER
The light chirping of the birds stirs me from my sleep, and I open an eye to the muted light washing into the room through the curtains. I snuggle comfortably into the pillow on my side, throwing the warm comforter over my bare shoulders as I allow sleep to take over once again.
Not for long, however, as I feel a soft pair of lips press against the back of my neck.