His eyes smoldered as they scanned her, lingering in certain locations and causing tingles to erupt all over her body. His hand delved beneath her skirt and skimmed along her thighs until it reached the aching area between her thighs. “I know something that’s sweet to eat.” He slid his fingers along the slit of her pussy before slipping between her wet folds and probing her core, plunging his fingers in and out until she gasped and gripped his shoulders for support.
“M-matt,” she said haltingly. “I-I need to do the dishes.”
“The dishes can wait. I can’t.”
His hand on her back slid up her spine and deep into her hair, cupping the back of her head and pulling her face down to his for a passionate kiss. His lips were insistent and as she melted into the kiss, the dishes moved far from her thoughts. Her shoulders relaxed and she clung to his firm biceps as the kiss went on. Finally he released her lips and she blinked, panting to catch her breath,
The whole time his finger had continued teasing and probing the hot core of her sex, circling the outer lips then plunging deep to pump in and out before resting on her clitty and rubbing back and forth until she gasped. "Matt!"
He chuckled and she felt the rumble of it against her body, which only heightened her eagerness for him. Her breath sped up and she wiggled her feet to alleviate the energy pulsing through her.
Just as she got to the edge of her orgasm, he stopped. She snapped her head up and looked at him in astonishment. "Matt?" Had she done something wrong? Why was he stopping? Was this a trick?
Her body was on fire with need and it was his fault. He needed to take care of it, take care of her. The words were on the tip of her tongue when he stood, with her in his arms, pushed the dishes aside and set her on the table.
"Matt! Wh-what are you doing?" Had he gone mad? This was insanity.
He braced himself with his hands on the table on either side of her, his amber eyes boring deeply into hers. "I am having my dessert, wife. Now you just relax and enjoy it." He kissed her again with such passion black spots danced beneath her eyelids.
Her lips tingled, as did her pussy. Her nipples felt like pebbles inside her corset and she found it hard to breathe. Matt knelt down in front of her and pushed her skirts up around her waist.
"Wh-what are you doing?"
His reply was a devilish grin. "It's a treat for you. And me."
To her horror he pressed his lips to the soft flesh of her inner thigh. "Matt!" With her hands on the table she tried to scoot away. "No. That's disgus—"
When he used his tongue to trace the perimeter of her pussy, she moaned and sank her hands into his hair, holding him in place. It was the most shameful thing she'd ever experienced and she couldn’t get enough.
Once his tongue completed another pass around her pussy, he stopped at her clitty. Matt put his mouth over that hot button of nerves and sucked. "M-Ma-Matt!" she shrieked, her hips bucking against the table. "Oh, oh. Oh lord!"
He paused for a moment, tipping his head back to smile up at her, his beard glistening with her arousal. Oh lord it was humiliating to see the evidence of her wantonness. The things he made her feel, right there on his face.
She reached for a napkin to wipe it away, but he took her hand and made her touch herself with it instead. She tried to resist but couldn't. He brushed her fingers over the hard nub of her clitty. "This is what I feel when I touch you down here," he said, his voice raspy. His gaze held hers. "I know you think this is shameful or wrong, but it's not. It's my duty to give you pleasure. And you do find it pleasurable, don't you, Lizzie?"
She looked into his eyes while he continued to rub her fingers over her clitty. In her head, all she could hear were the many lectures she'd heard about womanly virtue and the sin of wantonness. But everywhere else, her body hummed with longing. Ached with need.
"Yes," she whispered. "B-but, I like it better when you use your m-mouth."
Matt's eyes went wide with that admission and his smile was filled with love and longing that matched her own. "I like that better too." He released her hand and put his mouth where it had been, again sucking her clitty between his lips, tapping it with his tongue until she shrieked and gripped the edge of the table, her hips bouncing up and down with pent up energy as a climax wound its way through her body, finally exploding as she threw her head back and called out his name.
When it finished, she blinked her eyes, dazed.
Matt stood up and kissed her tenderly, the taste of her arousal on his lips. "Thank you, sweetheart. That was the best dessert I've ever had."
Chapter 10
Two days later, Lizzie stared at the kitchen table but instead of feeling the heat of remembering Matt's tongue upon her pussy, all she could see was the stack of dirty dishes demanding her attention. And a gravy stain on the tablecloth. But before she could wash the dishes or the tablecloth, she needed to pump some water and put it on the stove to heat while pumping more water for washing the floor and the tabletop.
She sat on one of the kitchen chairs and let out a sigh of fatigue. Reaching up with her left arm, she massaged her right bicep, shuddering at the feel of a most unladylike muscle forming there. Her sleeves had gotten tight, no doubt due to the brutish growth of her upper arms. Not to mention, they hurt. In fact, all of her hurt. Sure, there
