Page 75 of Dice & Dekes

“Okay, that’s everything. Now we can—”

I pull her back against me, so that her bare skin meets the front of my body with only my clothes between us for once. “Now,” I say, “we can leave the kitchen without burning the house down.”

Knova groans. “Are you ever going let that go?”

“Mm.” I kiss the back of her neck and let my hands roam beneath her apron. “Doubtful. The statute of limitations hasn’t passed yet.”

Bit by bit, Knova relaxes backward against me. My body responds instantly to her touch. I know she can feel it, but I guess she’s not so eager to argue tonight. “Even if I asked nicely?”

“Tell you what.” I cup her right breast and caress her nipple with my thumb. “I’ll stop teasing you about the fire if you’ll stop teasing me about my mom’s chapped nipples.”

Knova lets out a small sigh. “Never.”

“That’s what I thought.” I kiss her neck, her shoulder, her back. “So, speaking of wifely duties…”

Knova’s eyes snap open. “If you don’t eat dinner, there will be no dessert.”

“I can live with that.”

She turns, nudging me back toward the table. Her eyes rove over my outfit, which is… not the sexiest thing I could be wearing, honestly. My t-shirt and gym shorts were comfortable on the plane, but they don’t scream ‘seductive.’

“Sit,” she says.

I stumble back into one of the dining room chairs and reach for her, hoping to pull her into my lap. Knova stays just out of reach, her lips pressed together and her eyes fixed on my groin. She licks her lips before whispering, “Pull your shorts down.”

My heart does some weird constriction-stutter thing that leaves my hands shaking and my vision blurry. I do as she asks, leaving my extremely curious dick exposed. Come to think of it, that’s probably why I feel lightheaded. All of my blood flow has been diverted to my lower regions.

Knova studies me for a moment. A wicked smile flits across her face. She bites her lip and hooks one thumb beneath the ribbon holding her apron up. Her eyes lock with mine as she sinks to her knees and crawls toward me. The top hem of her apron falls open, giving me a better view of her small, pale breasts with their dark areolas stark against her skin. My breath hitches as she settles between my spread legs, reaching up to take my cock in hand, and opens her mouth. I groan as she sucks me between her lips, bobbing her head to take me deeper with each thrust. I automatically reach out to tangle my fingers in her hair and roll my hips until I’m fucking her throat.

My hands go to her ponytail, but instead of tugging, I take my time. I find the ribbon, pull it loose, and watch her hair spill free like a dark waterfall. My breath catches as I run my fingers through it, reverent at first—then rougher, hungrier. I fist a handful at the nape of her neck, anchoring her there while she sucks me deeper. My hips move on instinct, a slow, grinding roll as I fuck her throat with helpless devotion.

“Fuck, Knova.” My voice breaks on her name. “You feel so fucking amazing. You’re so good to me.”

My hands tremble in her hair. It’s not just the pleasure—though, holy hell, there’s plenty of that. It’s the way she looks up at me while she does it. Like she’s choosing this. Choosing me. She hums around my dick, and I shudder, already too close to the edge. Her touch ignites me every time, but having her mouth on me, watching her swallow me, all while staring into my eyes… It’s better than anything I’ve ever fantasized about. Then she trails one finger down behind my balls, stroking gently along my taint, and I nearly lose my goddamn mind.

I don’t just want Knova. I want her to stop pretending I’m not hers.

“That’s enough, babe,” I murmur. When she doesn’t let up, I pull her hair until she releases me from her mouth with a wet pop. “You’re so good at that. Let me be good to you, too.”

Knova licks her lips and wipes the back of her hand across her mouth. “Is that part of the wife experience? Rumors led me to believe that sex was supposed to be all about a man’s pleasure. Did the ladies at my knitting circle mislead me?”

“You’re such a smartass,” I grumble. “Besides, getting you off gets me off. So let me taste you, wife.”

Knova’s eyes widen. She gets to her feet. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?”

“Nah. I don’t have the patience for that.”

“What do you—?”

I scoop her up and settle her on the edge of the kitchen table, spread her legs wide, and immediately bury my face between her thighs. Knova tangles her fingers in my hair. A few quick tugs make my brain short-circuit. I bury my tongue in her with a hunger that surprises both of us.

“Oh, fuck, Viktor,” Knova whines. Her cries intensify as I add my fingers, sliding them into her slick entrance while I lick and suck her clit. She’s so delicious. So fucking good, I can’t…

Knova comes hard, her muscles going so limp that if I weren’t holding her up, I’m pretty sure she’d slide right off the table. I pant against her cunt, still teasing her with my tongue, still licking into her even as she gradually relaxes above me.

Her fingers relax from their fists to pet my hair instead, and I let out a pained noise before I realize what’s happening. It’s just that she so rarely treats me with kindness, with affection, with love, that I’m a long way from taking it for granted.

She’s petting my hair like I’m something precious, like I matter, and my whole body goes tight with the effort not to fall apart. No one’s ever touched me like this—not with heat and softness braided together.

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