Tell Me…

The moment she picked Rafe up from the airport, the moment their eyes met…Eliza felt happy. Her hiatus from work, allowed her to do that–something as simple as picking her husband up at the airport. Sometimes she wished she was ready to go back to work, but she was not. When she was working, she was always rushing. Not working, she had time to reconnect with Rafe. Had time to get close to him and get actually get married, as opposed to the long engagement they had had.

Being married was the best thing she had ever done.

When they were finally in bed–she had lingered for a long time before. She drove Rafe home, and served the dinner she had made for him. Drinks were sipped, while she massaged and pampered him. By the time they got to bed. she knew she could touch him anywhere, and he would be ready.

He would be set off like a firecracker.

Instead she asked him how could she make him feel good? What could she do to make him feel good? Rafe looked at her helplessly.

“I want you to tell me how to make you feel good…” she purred straddling his torso, and she felt him pump his hips like she was sitting on his dick. “Tell me…” she purred more, and rubbed her naked, wet lips–upstairs and downstairs–against him. He groaned under her wetness.

“Here,” he grabbed her hand, kissed it and then pressed it to his nipple. Yes, she knew if she played with his nipples enough she could make him come. Firmly riding his chest, she pulled at them, and moved down his body so she could kiss them but he came before she could. The feeling of his come on her skin was what she needed to explode. Dual explosions within the same region.

She was so glad her husband was home…

This week I was a bit daunted by the Wicked Wednesday prompt–what was I going to see online? Luckily I saw this amazing article by Lilith Bealove for Bellesa!!! Communication is always a key!!!

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