Ignoring her, I take off my jacket and unbutton my shirt. Once my chest is bare, I look back at her and find her eyes on me.
And she looks fucking starved.
“Do you want food first or to start decorating?”
I feel the corner of my mouth twitch when she blinks.
“What?” she asks, completely dazed.
“Food or decorating?”
“Food.”
“I’ll be back.” I head back into the kitchen and grab the food and utensils.
Everything in hand, I head back into the living room. Cleo tells me about her day as we sit and eat around the coffee table. Once the food is cleaned up, we start decorating the house, and as much as I hate to admit it, I find myself enjoying it. I don’t even comment on the new tree that she bought for the front entry.
Only for Cleo.
Watching the way her face lights up with each new item she forgot we owned is a special kind of heaven. If I died right now, I would die happy because I have her in my life. I know I’m not destined for the good place after death, but as long as she is with me, that doesn’t matter. I would fight my way out of the depths of hell to stay by her side, ever her faithful servant.
She doesn’t even know how much she truly owns me.
After the tree is lit and covered with ornaments, and the mantle is covered with garland, we’re done.
I sit down in my chair and pull Cleo into my lap.
“Happy?” I ask as we stare at the room together.
She leans down and kisses me.
All too soon, she pulls away. “I am, thank you.”
“Good.”
Once again, my hand finds the flimsy strap of her dress, and I lightly run my finger over it. Almost instantly, her breathing changes, and her heartbeat speeds up.
“Now that we are done, I believe you owe me, my darling wife,” I murmur against her neck, my tongue slipping out to taste her skin.
Her breath catches, but she doesn’t stop me. She never would stop me. She’s an addict, and I’m her drug. Not that it’s not the same for me. I would do anything for another hit of her.
Turning her on my lap, she adjusts until she’s straddling me. Then her hands find my pants, unbuckling them before she has my cock out and ready.
“You’re always so hard,” she whispers.
Those words always get me. She says them often, but it doesn’t make them any less dirty hearing them pour from her mouth.
“Only for you, princess. What are you going to do now that you’ve gotten me so hard?” Reaching out, I untie her dress.
“I don’t know.” She reaches up, pulling her dress open. Then she pulls a foil packet from her bra. “I was thinking of playing with it for a while.”
Ripping the packet with her teeth, she pulls the condom out. Then she rolls it over my dick.
“Yeah? You wanna play?” I growl, the feeling of her hand on me turning me on even more.
“I always want to play with you.”
I watch as she strips her dress off, leaving her in nothing but a bra. She’s not even wearing panties.
