Her Reluctant Husband by Erica Marselas (summer beach reads txt) 📗

“What are you doing?”

“Having my dinner.” My eyes shoot to my hairline as he spins my chair to face him. He flips my dress up and pushes his thumbs in the elastic band of my panties. “Don’t mind me, I have to peel a layer off first to get to the juicy center.” His eyes gleam, as he yanks down my panties and throws them across the floor. The scandalous look in his eye is enough to make me shiver.

“Alex,” I whisper, as he pushes my legs apart.

His nose dips into my core. “You smell heavenly. I think I’m going to enjoy this.” He gives me one long stroke with his tongue and I whimper. He gives me another teasing draw with his tongue and stops. His chin rests on my pubic bone. “But if I’m going to do this, you have to eat too.”

I glance over at my bowl and wonder how the hell I’m going to pull that off. "It's noodle soup," I whine. It's like he’s asking me to pull off a thirty-meter dash in the Olympics because there’s no way I can eat that while eats that. 

Like why in the hell did he make this?

“Pick up the spoon, June.” His long finger traces over my wet slit and his eyes dance with mirth. “And put the food in your mouth. If you stop eating, so do I.”

“You’re not playing fair.”

“I think it’s pretty fair. You get to come while enjoying a warm meal and I get to enjoy the flavor of your warm tight snatch. Now, I won’t say it again. Eat.”

I pick up my spoon and somehow manage to scoop some broth and noodles into my mouth, even as two of his fingers slip inside of me. I moan, and it has nothing to do with how good the soup is.

"Now feed me a bite,” he asks, staring at me as his fingers slowly work me over.

"I thought you had your meal?"

"Oh, I do, but I like to mix my stuff together?"

I scoop out a bite and feed the hungry bear between my legs. Most of it dribbles on his chin. Which he smears on me then proceeds to lick all up. His tongue swirls around my core. My toes curl with how good he is at this. I’m going to end up coming before I even take my third bite, but he stops, slipping his fingers out of me and falling back to sit on his heels.

“Now take off the dress. I want to see all of you.”

“You’re demanding.”

"I know."

He watches me intently, sucking my juices from his fingers, as I pull my dress over my head. His eyes gleam as he rubs his free hand over his hardened bulge while my dress falls to the ground. “You look,” he shakes off whatever he was going to say, and pushes me back against the chair, “and you fucking taste amazing. Would you eat more if I ate you out more, Ju?” He flicks his tongue over my clit.

“Uh-uh?” I mumble, making deals with the devil never felt so right.

“You promise? Because I will. Your snatch is worth eating over and over if you will.”

“Yessss,” I exclaim as his mouth devours me once more. I’m his. All his. My mind is all in the clouds. His fingers slide back into me, teasing and flicking against my walls.

His mouth pulls away, and his eyes peek up at me. I wish he would stop doing that. “I know you’ve stopped eating, it hardly seems fair if you’re not going to behave though.”

“I’m sorry,” I whimper. “It’s just…” I bite my lip as his fingers drive into me, and his thumb rubs over my clit. “It’s kinda hard,” I manage out the words, feeling like I’m going to pass out.

“Practice makes perfect. You’re not coming till I see you eat another bite. Pick your spoon back up, Ju-Ju.”

Spoon? What the fuck is a spoon again?

 I’m gasping for breath as his fingers pump faster. “Get the spoon, Ju.”

My head lifts and I go slapping around for my spoon like a nearly blind person. I find the metal object and somehow manage to slurp some of the stew into my mouth, it dribbles down my chin, but I don’t care, I’m lost in the magic of his tongue playing my clit again. Yep, I will eat for this.

June Madison…ehh June Madison-Wilks will eat for orgasms.

“Another,” he mumbles into my pussy, his tongue and fingers showing me no mercy.

“Ahh,” I cry and grip the back of the chair, thrusting my hips towards him, wanting more.

“I feel you.”

The spoon falls to the floor as every numb tingling sensation takes over and I lose control myself. “Yess,” I scream as I unravel, coming all over his face.

Alex hums as he pulls me tighter to him and seems to be cleaning his bowl.

Alex slips his fingers out of me and places two kisses to the inside of my legs. "Best meal, I’ve ever had," he murmurs as he stands and places his hands on the sides of the back of my chair. My scent from his fingers is intoxicating.

“Do you want more June?” he whispers into my ear.

“Yes,” I hiss still coming down from my overpowering high.

“I was hoping you’d say that.” He grips my hips and lifts me up to the kitchen table. He grins wildly, looking me over. “You made a mess of yourself, June.”

He licks my chin, cleaning up the stew that missed my lips as his tongue attacked me.

“I don’t think stew is the best thing to eat while you are doing cunnilingus.”

He smirks. “Noted for next time.” His lips descend to the side of my neck and his fingers pinch my nipples. “Umm, fuck you taste good.