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“There—yes, that’s it—just a little more—“
My husband turned his dark eyes to me and snorted a laugh, without losing his footing on the stepladder or his grip on the Christmas lights he was hanging.
“What?” I arched an eyebrow at him.
“Nothing, mon coeur.” He had a glint in his eye as I handed him another length of tiny, glowing bulbs. “It’s just that you sounded like you might be talking about something...other than fairy lights.” He winked.
“What do you mean “other than...”” But then I remembered what I’d actually said. Oh. Oh. My face flushed.
“There no need to be embarrassed,” Matthew teased, having sensed the rush of blood to my cheeks without turning around to look. “We are husband and wife after all. And we have the house to ourselves tonight...”
It was true: he had asked Sarah and Ysabeau to babysit so that we could do some holiday preparations without the twins underfoot. Now, I wondered if something more amorous had been his plan all along.
My suspicions were confirmed when my vampire leapt off his ladder with the grace of a cat, landing inches from my face and pulling me into a deep kiss. I melted into his embrace, my hands tugging on the hair at the nape of his neck and my hips arching toward his in invitation.
“Patience,” he whispered between kisses. “The children are sleeping at Sept Tours. We have no need to rush.”
“But I want you now,” I whined, pulling on his belt loops.
He laughed, his lips moving along my jaw. “I’ll tell you what: I will give you what you want now, if—“ He nipped behind my ear. I gasped. “—if you let me make love to you my way after.”
His hand was resting on the waistband of my yoga pants, one thumb running up and down my hip bone. I bit my lip.
“What do you say?” His thumb dipped lower, brushing the top of my thigh, as his mouth found mine again. I relaxed into the kiss, sighing happily when his teeth grazed my lower lip. Matthew growled, his hands sliding under my waistband and wrapping around my hips. I tugged on his hair again.
“How do you want me, Diana?” He began sliding the yoga pants down my legs. “Tell me.”
“Your mouth,” I sighed. “Please.”
Matthew smiled against my neck. “Your wish is my command.”
He guided me back against the paneled wall, helping me out of my clothes along the way, before kneeling in front of me and draping my leg over his shoulder. I gasped as he turned his face toward my knee and kissed his way up my thigh. When he was just inches from where I wanted him to be, he paused to inhale my scent. He groaned
“Christ, you’re going to kill me,” he murmured.
I didn’t have time to respond before he dove in, licking, sucking, nipping—giving me what I wanted and needed, just as he had promised. I moaned, holding on for dear life as he suckled my swollen clit, his tongue flicking out to tease the sensitive flesh.
With one hand holding my hips in place, Matthew let the other travel up my body until it settled over my breast. He hummed against me when he felt the hardened nipple and began moving his thumb across it in time with the movement of his tongue. I trembled.
“Yes, yes Matthew—please, I need—“
He didn’t draw things out this time: he let my body lead him where it wanted, needed to go. As pleasure coiled in my gut, Matthew’s cool hand slid down, down, down, until he was easing two—no, three fingers inside me without letting up on my clit. My hips bucked against him as he curled his fingers inside me, finding the sensitive places he knew so well. I sighed his name, and felt an answering hum from his lips, a tighter squeeze from his hand on my hip.
“Matthew, please, I can’t — ah —“
One last graze of his teeth—one last curl of his fingers—and I was gone. He worked me through my climax relentlessly, bringing fresh waves of pleasure crashing over me just when I thought I couldn’t possibly feel any more, couldn’t possibly fall any farther.
When I was nothing but a puddle against the wall, Matthew eased my leg off of his shoulder, scooped me into his arms with a gentle kiss against my temple, and carried me up to our bedroom.
When my husband laid me down in bed, I burrowed into the duvet and felt my eyelids start to droop.
“No you don’t.” Matthew’s lips were cool against my ear. “We’ve got a long night ahead of us yet.”