Page 220 of This Woman Forever

“My wife has a crafty look on her beautiful face,” I say, pushing myself up and leaning back against the couch. I crane my neck, trying to see what she’s concealing. “And she’s hiding something from me.” I raise my brows as I help myself to some water.

“Crafty... ish,” she muses, nonchalant, taking a seat on my lap. I lose the water in favor of her bottom, cupping a cheek with each hand and pulling her closer.

“There’s no...ish about it.” I slap her arse and free her boobs again. “What are you hiding?”

“Something,” she muses, leaning back when I try to get a look. “No.”

Hmmm. Who has the power? Stupid fucking question. So I wait as she drags out the whole affair, patient but not, until she slowly reveals what she’s hiding from me.

“I’m in control,” she says, understandably thrilled.

“Oh no.” I laugh, not in humor, at my jar of Sun-Pat. “Not where that’s concerned.” I shake my head. “Forget it, no way, never.” I try to seize my vice, but she’s fast, removing it from my reach. I obviously haven’t worn her out enough.

“Relax,” she breathes, as I stare at the jar and her finger disappearing into it. A big dip. Disgust invades her face as she pulls her finger out.

“Don’t tease me with it, baby,” I plead, my mouth watering.

And then she does something I never expected. She wipes it across her boob. Oh my God. Peanut butter-dipped boobs. Could this be the best gift ever? I look at her, breathless with anticipation.

“Oops,” she whispers around a satisfied grin.

Oops indeed. I lick my lips as I move in, smelling it mixed with the natural scent of my sexed-up wife, and it smells fucking delicious. “Holy fucking shit,” I mumble around her boob, as she giggles, the sound orgasmic. My soft cock starts to fill with blood again. My God, it’s never tasted so good, not the butter or her breast. “I didn’t think it could taste any better,” I say, moving back, checking I’ve got it all. “More.”

She obliges, scooping out some more. “Would sir like the right breast or the left breast?”

“I don’t have time to waste. Slap it on both.”

She bursts into fits of giggles, and I nearly come on the spot as she coats herself. I practically shove her hand aside to make way, sucking her flesh into my mouth, humming constantly. “Unravel you boxers, god,” she whispers into my hair as I feast on her. I finish with a bite of her nipple. “Ouch.”

“Sarcasm, lady,” I grunt. Fuck, that was good. A new way to eat my vice. And another reason why she needs to be readily available to me. I check both boobs again, seeing I’ve missed a blob.

“Tasty?” she asks.

“I’m never eating it any other way.” I get that last little bit. “So now you do have to quit work because I need you to be available to lick when I please.” I lean back on the couch, licking my lips, and Ava dips, licking my nose. I’m surprised. “I thought you hated peanut butter?”

“I do, but I love your nose.” Her wrinkles as she pecks mine. “Will you do something for me?” she asks. Naturally, I’m cautious. I’ll give her anything I can. I’m just worried one day she’s going to ask me for something that I can’t give her.

“What do you want, baby?”

She considers me for a moment, perhaps getting her request straight in her head. “I want you to say yes before I ask.”

“You’ve been trying to butter me up,” I quip, flexing my hands on her hips as she places the jar down.

“That’s a crap joke.”

“Pick the jar back up, lady. We’re not done yet.”

She does as she’s bid and goes a little extra, putting some more on her boob. “Happy?”

“Ecstatic.” I move and lick her clean. “Now, tell me what you want.”

“You have to say yes.”

Absolutely not. She could ask me for anything. A new Mini. My blessing to work up to full term in her pregnancy. To take no time off at all, just pop the babies out and return to her precious job straight from the hospital. No. “Ava, I’m not agreeing to anything without knowing what I’m agreeing to. End of.”

“Please?” she says, taking on an unfair tactic, slipping her finger into my mouth.

“You’re adorable when you sulk.” I clean her finger. “Just tell me.”

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