Chapter 3
Pete
Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy Easter fuck.
Gavin often surprises me. The man has so many layers and a depth to him, that even three years into our marriage, I haven’t explored it all.
While he presents this grumpy, fuck around and find out vibe to the rest of the world, he is the opposite with me.
Here in our home, he can be vulnerable and let his guard down.
I had expected him to humor me with the whole Easter thing, but I should have known better.
My husband does nothing by half when it comes to me.
Laying across our breakfast table, enjoying the whipped cream drying on my skin, my husband licking chocolate sauce off my groin.
This is a new Easter tradition I can get behind.
Without any kind of warning, Gavin unhooks my ankles from behind his back and flips me over.
Bent at the waist, I lay my cheek against the breakfast bar, my whole body buzzing with anticipation and excitement.
A sharp nip on my ass cheek has me lifting my head up to look over my shoulder.
Gavin is on his knees behind me, a mouthful of my cheek between his teeth.
I watch as he releases my skin and tugs at the lace, leaving it pooled at my feet.
His eyes are hooded with desire, hair sticking up at all angles from my fingers running through it moments before.
I don’t think he’s noticed I'm watching him, or maybe he just can’t take his eyes off my body.
Either way, my dick is harder than granite and threatening to dismantle this table if Gavin doesn’t do something.
“Why don’t you crawl up onto the table, Jellybean ?
Let me see all of you on display.” It sounds like a suggestion but it's really not, it’s a command and I waste no time scrambling up to my knees and using both hands to hold myself open for him.
The growl that leaves his throat sends a shiver down my spine.
“Fuck, little rabbit. That’s a pretty fucking hole.
” His voice is so rough now I hardly recognize it.
Gavin laps at my hole, making me moan, the wet tip of his tongue teasing my pucker, as his massive hand scoops more of the sticky chocolate syrup and melted whipped cream before smearing it down my crease and batting my hands away so he can smack my cheeks and grip my ass hard enough to bruise.
Like a feral beast my husband growls and dives back in.
Licking and sucking at my chocolate covered hole.
“Fuck, I didn’t think it was possible for you to taste sweeter,” he moans, face wedged between my cheeks. His soft beard tickling the underside of my balls and my inner thighs. With my cheek and shoulders pressed to the table surface, my body is shuddering in pleasure.
“More, Gavin, please, fuck I need more,” I plead, pushing my hips back, grinding on his face. The way his tongue is spearing inside me is driving me fucking crazy. I love how he eats my ass but fuck I need more. I need stretched out and fucked raw, right here on the breakfast table.
Doing the very fucking opposite of what I need, Gavin pulls back.
Mouth and hands leaving my body clenching around nothing but air.
A pitiful whine leaves my mouth, but Gavin flips my body once again.
Fuck, I love the way he throws my body around.
He’s so big and strong. Laying on my back, I feast my eyes on my husband.
Furry chest, soft belly, and massive fucking cock jutting out between his legs.
“Jesus, I love you,” I whisper like a prayer. Even now I have to thank my lucky fucking stars that this man is mine.
“I love you too, Jellybean.” I know he does, not one day has gone by that I’ve doubted the depths of his feelings for me.
Anybody with eyes can see how much my husband loves me.
With his hands now free, Gavin reaches over and grabs the bottle of syrup, squeezing it into his mouth and slamming his lips to mine.
Our hips connect as I moan into his mouth.
“Please, fuck me, I feel so empty, fill me up grumpy,” I beg against his lips, feeling my balls draw up tight as he growls and thrusts his hard dick against mine.
Precum from both our cocks slicking the way.
It feels so good every time his wide, mushroomed head catches on mine, I could absolutely come like this.
Dick on dick with Gavin’s chocolate covered tongue devouring my mouth.
A slick finger starts to tease my hole. Greedy for the stretch, I bear down against it.
I have no idea where Gavin got lube. I’m not about to question it either.
One finger quickly turns to two. My already softened rim relents to the intrusion and groan long and low.
My whole body relaxes to allow Gavin’s fingers to slide deeper and scissor inside me.
“I’m ready, I’m ready” I pant grabbing hold of Gavin’s biceps as I look up at him on top of me.
“You sure, Jellybean?” He checks like he always does.
Nodding frantically. “Yes, yup, ready, fuck me,” I beg with a pout before pulling him back down to kiss me.
I love having his weight on top of me, surrounding me like this.
I feel his fingers slip free and I'm momentarily empty before the blunt head of his cock pushes against me and slips right inside.