Page 62 of Blood & Lace
Why wasn’t I born a piece of cake?
A deep moan wrapped around us and it took my brain far too long to realize it had come from me.
“That’s good,” Onyx groaned.
I quickly forked another bite and offered it to him.
His brow lifted in question but my husband, being who he was, leaned forward and took the offered bite. His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he chewed.
“It’s so moist.”
The cake wasn’t the only thing moist. My boxers were going to be a mess by the time we finished eating.
“Try this one next.” I broke off a piece of an orange shortbread cookie that had a cranberry glaze.
Onyx didn’t even question me anymore, leaning forward and taking the bite right out of my hand. His lips grazed my fingertips, leaving behind tendrils of need that shot right down to my cock. As he was caught up in tasting the cookie, I discreetly brought my finger to my mouth and licked them, loving the small taste of him.
Desire coated every inch of me in a thick layer of want.
“You’re not going to record me?” Onyx asked.
I sat up straighter, pulling out my phone without hesitation. “Can I?” I didn’t have any so close up. None of them when he was looking directly at me. My heartbeat pounded in my eardrums, nearly drowning out Onyx’s answer.
“Now you want to ask for permission?” His head tilted and there was a light smile on his lips. “What do I get out of it if I let you?” He grabbed his spoon and scooped up a dollop of lemon gelato. Ever so slowly, he lapped up the cold dessert.
My cock was ready to explode.
“Huh?” I shook my head, raising my phone up to get a picture.
“Oh no, you don’t.” He raised his hand, blocking the perfect view.
I cleared my throat, hiding the needy sounds that desperately tried to come out. “Whatever you want.” Onyx opened his mouth, and I remembered who my husband was. “Within reason.”
He shut his mouth and glared at me. “What’s within reason?”
“I won’t divorce you or change my name right now.” I thought about all the impossible things Onyx could ask of me. “Or move out.”
“Fine, then I want a favor for later.”
Onyx could ask me to do anything. There was no need for a favor, but I nodded all the same. He dropped his hand, and I took my first picture. My stomach flipped when I looked at it. Onyx was staring directly at me, tongue out as he lapped up the gelato.
My hips lifted as I rolled them up. “Ready to go home?”
My sweet devilish husband parted his lips and adopted an innocent look on his face. “What’s the matter, Lucero? Aren’t you having fun on our date?”
Of course I was, but I needed him. I opened my mouth to tell him as much but pleasure rippled through me as he pressed his foot against my needy cock under the table. I bent forward, my elbows crashing down, jostling everything that sat up top. My breathing was erratic as Onyx toyed with me, his toes stroked up and down my length with the right amount of pressure to drive me crazy.
“Bella.” I sounded breathy and needy to my own ears.
Onyx smiled that wicked grin. “Hmm?” His foot moved up and pressed down on my tip. “Is something the matter?”
I shook my head. Words were beyond me as I just tried to stay sitting upright.
“Thought so. Oh, I like this one the best.” Onyx picked up one of the caramel apple cream puffs. “So light and fluffy, don’t you think so, Lucero?” He swiped some of the cream and offered me his fingers.
I died and went straight to heaven. There was no other explanation for this. I scrambled to lean forward to capture his fingers in my mouth. Fuck the people around us; I wasn’t missing out on the opportunity. Right before my lips closed around his fingers, Onyx pulled them back and popped them between his lips.
“Oh, sorry, I’ll use a spoon.”
