“You’re not gonna stop and do anything with your dick this close to my mouth.” She licked his shaft with the flat of her tongue from root to tip. She parted her lips and swallowed him whole.

“Jesus.” He loved the shock as that wet heat surrounded his cock. When she hollowed her cheeks and sucked, his knees damn near buckled every time.

Celia wasn’t in the mood to get him off quickly. She was in the mood to tease. To play. She spent extra time laving his balls. She bobbed her head slowly. Sucking him so forcefully when his shaft was fully seated in her mouth that he felt the edges of her teeth digging into the base.

When he began to pump his hips to the rhythm she’d set, she backed off. He groaned, wanting to direct her mouth to where he needed it.

She released his c**k entirely and sank her teeth into his thigh.

“Ouch! What was that for?”

“Behave.”

“What did I do?”

Celia licked the crease of his thigh. “You’re impatient. Good things come to those who wait.” She scattered kisses across his lower abdomen and licked the other crease of his thigh. Then she nipped the other quad too.

Kyle made not a sound through his gritted teeth.

“Good boy.” She locked her gaze to his as she fed his c**k back into that hot cavern an inch at a time.

He couldn’t look away from her and the brightness in her eyes from taking control of his pleasure. The wetness and the heat sent goose bumps down his legs. He started to shake. “Don’t stop.”

She smiled around his girth. She didn’t use her hand to jack him. Her fingers lightly teased his balls and her mouth did all the work. A humming sound vibrated around his shaft that made him rise up on his toes.

She pulled off long enough to say, “Watch me when you come.”

“Yes.”

“Say my name.”

“Celia.”

Her teasing ended. She used her hand to rapidly stroke his shaft while her mouth parted to receive each short jab of his cockhead.

His groin tightened. Kyle glanced down as the first spurt of come landed on her upper lip. The second spurt hit her tongue as it flickered over the sweet spot beneath the head. The next three pulses coated her mouth, ran off her lips and down her chin. The raunchy visual, the wet marks of his possession, prolonged his orgasm until he was spent, dizzy, and trying to remember how to breathe.

And she still didn’t release him. She licked and sucked, nuzzling his groin until his dick was flaccid again.

He sighed and touched her cheek. “Can I just say how much I love that you’re a dirty girl?”

“Something as simple as having come dripping off my face puts me in  p**n -star territory?” Celia grinned and pumped her fist. “Wahoo! That’s one life goal achieved.”

He laughed softly.

Celia gently tugged his briefs and jeans up while he rested against the wall like a sated lion. She even buckled his belt. Then she stepped back.

He snatched her hand before she could get too far. “Now that my brain is functioning again, let me take care of you.”

She shook her head. “Just surprise me like that sometime, okay?”

But he couldn’t let it go. “Can I ask why the surprise blow job?”

“I wanted to remind you that I’m okay with whatever raunchy scenario you have in mind in the future. I like that you now see me as a dirty girl.”

Kyle studied her, unsure where she’d take this conversation. “Why?”

“Do you remember when you said sometimes you looked at me and had a hard time reconciling the girl I used to be with the woman I am now?” Celia ran her knuckles over his jaw. “Same goes. There are so many more facets to you than I ever imagined, Kyle. I like that you’re willing to show them all to me. You are getting better at this sharing stuff.”

For the first time in his life, the thought of opening up on more than a superficial level didn’t send him into full retreat.

“I particularly like your sweet side. Maybe it’s selfish, but do you know why I like it? Because I’m pretty sure you don’t show that part of yourself to many people. It makes me feel special.”

“You are special, Celia. Not just because you’re my wife.”

“See? That’s the sweet stuff that makes my knees go weak.” She pressed her lips to his. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have cookies to make for my husband.”

“Cookies?”

“The thought of cookies perked you up almost as much as a blow job.”

He laughed. “A blow job and cookies? In the same afternoon? This is turning out to be a fine day after all.”

They went straight to bed after supper. Not for another round of slap and tickle, but because their furniture choices were the bed or the table and chairs in the kitchen. Part of him wasn’t eager for the couch to arrive. He could get used to slipping into bed early every night with Celia curled into him, nestling her head in the spot between his chest and his armpit that seemed to be made just for her.

A couple of days later the furniture arrived. Celia insisted on immediately putting the finishing touches on the living room. Kyle installed the new curtain rod while Celia ironed the curtains. Once the gold paisley-patterned panels were hung and framing the windows, she took a moment to admire the room. From the furniture she’d chosen, to the carpet, to the color on the walls. Everything had come together so perfectly. A surge of pride filled her. Maybe she didn’t suck at this home-and-hearth stuff as much as she’d feared.

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