Decadence (An Emerald Valley Spring Fling) Read Free Page B

under the straps and lowered them. My breasts spilled free of their confinement, and I groaned, coming to a stop when Devlin leaned down and took one hard nipple in his mouth. He bit gently, and I jerked, but he grabbed the chain linking the cuffs, wrapping it tightly around his hand to still my movements. With his free hand he alternated pinches at my bud with nips at the one in his mouth. The slight bites of pain had me gasping, and futilely I tried to rise on his cock. I wanted, needed, hard thrusts, but he kept me steady, pinching a bit harder in warning, and all I could do was grind against him.
    Just when I thought he would reduce me to tears of frustration, Devlin released my breasts and undid the cuffs. I reached for him, but he’d already unbalanced us, and we tumbled to the rug. Flat on my back, I stared up at him, wordlessly begging. A small cry escaped me, and that seemed to trigger something in my husband. He thrust inside me, hard, and I screamed, my orgasm shooting through me like lightning. The nightie I’d so carefully picked out shredded quickly, the thin fabric no match for the flurry of our hands racing over each other.
    There was no time for me to come down from my first orgasm. As I crested, Devlin brought me back up, my nerve endings on fire everywhere he touched me. When he lifted my leg higher, changing the angle of his thrusts, I came again, screaming out his name. This time he came with me, shuddering and burying his face in my neck.
    * * * *
    We lay on the rug, boneless in the aftermath of our orgasms. Finally Devlin shifted and leaned up, resting his weight on his forearm. He studied me, and I smiled drowsily, content to curl up right where I was and go to sleep.
    “You can surprise me like that anytime,” he said.
    The word “surprise” reminded me that seduction wasn’t the only thing I had in store for him tonight. Before I could tell him, however, Devlin spied the cake on the nightstand.
    “We should eat this. Or did you already eat yours and I get this one all to myself?”
    “I was the first official taste tester, but no, you still have to share.”
    Devlin reached up to pull the plate and a fork off the nightstand. I winced. “Careful, that’s our wedding china.”
    “Sex and chocolate and you’re worried about the dishes?”
    I glared mutinously at him. “Wedding. China.”
    He laughed but handled the plate with care. I sat up and turned, propelling him up as well. With my back to his front, I settled into his embrace and accepted the first forkful of cake. It was as delicious as I remembered, and Devlin’s happy hum seemed to agree with me.
    “We’re definitely adding this to the menu. Rich, dark, sweet but not overpowering. Dev’s outdone himself with this one.”
    “You’d be crazy not to add it. It’s pure decadence, which makes it perfect for your restaurant.”
    “Decadent, huh?” He picked up the cake and set the plate aside. “I think it needs a little something to earn that title.”
    Disbelieving, I turned to face him. “Don’t you dare change a thing. It’s perf—” I let out an inelegant squeak when he tilted the dessert slightly, letting the filling ooze out and land on my nipple. Devlin put the cake back down, then swirled his finger in the sticky mess to coat the entire areolae. His mouth followed his fingers, licking and sucking up the hazelnut fudge until I was panting.
    “Now that ,” he said, “is decadence.”
    When he reached for his fork instead of me, I narrowed my eyes, then pushed him onto his back and straddled him. His laughter told me I’d been played, but I let it slide. I did, after all, have him right where I wanted him.
    Or at least I did once he was inside me.
    * * * *
    Much later, after the candles had gutted out and the fire burned low, Devlin and I grabbed some blankets and pillows and curled up in front of the fireplace to get some rest. We both had hectic schedules the next day, but neither of us was quite willing to