Page 32 of Habibi: Always and Forever

“Oops, let me get that for you, Jellybean,” I whisper, shifting the plate to the side and leaning over between Pete’s spread legs to lick a long strip up his torso, purposely pushing the whipped cream up to cover his perfectly pebbled nipples.

I can feel his skin turning to goosebumps under my fingertips as I tease them along his side with light touches.

“Wow, what a mess,” I comment, pushing my body further up and over my husband’s now rapidly breathing chest.

“You stay nice and still for me baby. I’ll get this mess cleaned up,” I assure him before latching my mouth around his nipples and sucking hard enough for his back to bow off the counter and his hands to find their way into my long hair.

“I am such a messy eater. How do you stick with me?” I ask playfully as I squirt more cream onto his other nipple and give it the same treatment.

The sounds my husband makes when I touch and kiss his body are the sweetest sounds.

I could happily tease him all day long, just to hear him cry and beg for more.

Every inch of Pete is so responsive to my touch and he’s easily overwhelmed. It’s a beautiful sight.

“Oh, fuck, grumpy bear. I love your mouth on me.” He mewls.

“Is that so?” I ask around a mouthful of cream as I tongue my way down his lithe body.

Not skipping an inch on his smooth chest and abdomen, my fingertips toying with the band of his lace panties, slipping under then pulling back, making his breath catch every time he thinks I'm going to pull them off.

“I had no idea you could make canned whipped cream taste so good. I wonder what else you can make taste better?” I ask, hiding my smirk in his crotch as I nuzzle his cock through his panties.

His thighs are already starting to tremble as they widen to accommodate my size between them.

His feet are hooked on my back, trapping me in so I can’t explore the kitchen for treats, so instead, I stick two thick fingers into the chocolate sauce drizzled generously over my pancakes, and smear it along the skin right above the band of his panties.

I don’t wait for his reaction before leaning down and lapping it up like a starving man.

Hmm, chocolate first thing in the morning really isn’t so bad.

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PETE

Holy fuck, holy fuck, holy Easter fuck.

Gavin often surprises me. The man has so many layers and depths to him, that even three years into our marriage, I haven’t explored it all.

While he presents this grumpy, fuck around and find out vibe to the rest of the world, he is the opposite with me.

Here in our home, he can be vulnerable and let his guard down.

I had expected him to humour me with the whole Easter thing, but I should have known better.

My husband does nothing by half when it comes to me.

Laying across our breakfast table, enjoying the whipped cream drying on my skin, my husband licking chocolate sauce off my groin.

This is a new Easter tradition I can get behind.

Without any kind of warning, Gavin unhooks my ankles from behind his back and flips me over.

Bent at the waist, I lay my cheek against the breakfast table, my whole body buzzing with anticipation and excitement.

A sharp nip on my ass cheek has me lifting my head to look over my shoulder.

Gavin is on his knees behind me, a mouthful of my cheek between his teeth.

I watch as he releases my skin and tugs at the lace, leaving it pooled at my feet.

His eyes are hooded with desire, hair sticking up at all angles from my fingers running through it moments before.

I don’t think he’s noticed I'm watching him, or maybe he just can’t take his eyes off my body.

Either way, my dick is harder than granite and threatening to dismantle this table if Gavin doesn’t do something.

“Why don’t you crawl up onto the table, Jellybean ?

Let me see all of you on display.” It sounds like a suggestion but it's really not, it’s a command and I waste no time scrambling up to my knees and using both hands to hold myself open for him.

The growl that leaves his throat sends a shiver down my spine.

“Fuck, little rabbit. That’s a pretty fucking hole.

” His voice is so rough now I hardly recognize it.

Gavin laps at my hole, making me moan, the wet tip of his tongue teasing my pucker, as his massive hand scoops more of the sticky chocolate syrup and melted whipped cream, before smearing it down my crease and batting my hands away so he can smack my cheeks and grip my ass hard enough to bruise.

Like a feral beast my husband growls and dives back in.

Licking and sucking at my chocolate covered hole.

“Fuck, I didn’t think it was possible for you to taste sweeter,” he moans, face wedged between my cheeks. His soft beard tickling the underside of my balls and my inner thighs. With my cheek and shoulders pressed to the table’s surface, my body is shuddering in pleasure.

“More, Gavin, please. Fuck, I need more,” I plead, pushing my hips back, grinding on his face. The way his tongue is spearing inside me is driving me fucking crazy. I love how he eats my ass, but fuck, I need more. I need stretched out and fucked raw, right here on the breakfast table.

Doing the very fucking opposite of what I need, Gavin pulls back.

Mouth and hands leaving my body clenching around nothing but air.

A pitiful whine leaves my mouth, but Gavin flips my body once again.

Fuck, I love the way he throws my body around.

He’s so big and strong. Laying on my back, I feast my eyes on my husband.

Furry chest, soft belly, and massive fucking cock jutting out between his legs.

“Jesus, I love you,” I whisper like a prayer. Even now I have to thank my lucky fucking stars that this man is mine.

“I love you too, Jellybean.” I know he does, not one day has gone by that I’ve doubted the depths of his feelings for me.

Anybody with eyes can see how much my husband loves me.

With his hands now free, Gavin reaches over and grabs the bottle of syrup, squeezing it into his mouth and slamming his lips to mine.

Our hips connect as I moan into his mouth.

“Please, fuck me, I feel so empty. Fill me up, grumpy,” I beg against his lips, feeling my balls draw up tight as he growls and thrusts his hard dick against mine.

Pre-come from both our cocks slicking the way.

It feels so good every time his wide, mushroomed head catches on mine, I could absolutely come like this.

Dick on dick with Gavin’s chocolate covered tongue devouring my mouth.

A slick finger starts to tease my hole. Greedy for the stretch, I bear down against it.

I have no idea where Gavin got lube. I’m not about to question it either.

One finger quickly turns to two. My already softened rim relents to the intrusion and groan long and low.

My whole body relaxes to allow Gavin’s fingers to slide deeper and scissor inside me.

“I’m ready, I’m ready,” I pant, grabbing hold of Gavin’s biceps as I look up at him on top of me.

“You sure, Jellybean?” He checks like he always does.

Nodding frantically. “Yes, yup, ready, fuck me,” I beg with a pout before pulling him back down to kiss me.

I love having his weight on top of me, surrounding me like this.

I feel his fingers slip free and I'm momentarily empty before the blunt head of his cock pushes against me and slips right inside.

* * *

GAVIN

Pete’s ass is strangling my cock. He’s so fucking tight I’m struggling not to pop off like a two-pump chump.

Nothing will ever compare to fucking my husband.

His ass is my nirvana. Bottoming out, I grunt and snap my hips against the back of his thighs.

Unable to stop myself, I pull back and slam forward again.

Watching as his deep brown eyes darken and roll back in pleasure, cock bobbing in front of me with every thrust.

I have to work to go slow, to try and make this last longer than ten seconds.

It’s a fucking struggle.The sounds I’m pulling from Pete are obscene.

Mixed with the loud clap of skin on skin and the scraping of the table against the tiles, it’s overloading my senses.

No porn could ever compare to the scene unfolding in front of me.

“This tight fucking hole is mine, I’m one lucky bastard.

You feel so good, Jellybean. You take me so well.

I wish you could see how stretched you are, your hole is fucking gaping.

” I praise him, pushing on his thighs, knees practically brushing his ears, to spread him even further.

Perks of marrying a greedy bottom who loves being stuffed full.

“Ahhh, yesss, so deep. Gavin, fuck my hole.” He cries out, hand gripping his cock and jerking it fast and hard. My Jellybean is close. I can practically feel his ass rippling around my cock. I know just what he needs to push him over that edge.

Tilting Pete's hips slightly, I lean my weight down on him as I slam my hips harder into him. Over and over. Aimed right at his prostate. Pete’s cries get higher in pitch and his hand shuttles faster on his cock.

“That's it beautiful, let me hear you. Fucking cum for me.” My own grunts and moans battle with his, creating an erotic mix I could listen to for the rest of my life. And, hopefully, I will.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” He cries, back bowing off the table. Muscles straining as jet after jet of cum paints his abdomen and chest. A feral shudder runs down my back and my thrusts get harder and wilder, losing all rhythm as I fall over the edge into euphoria.

Sweat soaked and sticky from syrup and come, I watch my husband's chest rise and fall in rapid succession.

His eyes closed, a blissed out smile on his face.

Leaning down over his body, his release smearing between us as I nuzzle against his neck.

Planting soft kisses on his skin, still tasting the whipped cream mixed with the saltiness of his sweat.

“Did you use chocolate syrup as lube?” He asks through panting breaths.

“I did, yeah.” I chuckle, hiding my face against his shoulder, rubbing my beard against his skin.

“Hmm, I guess you had chocolate for breakfast after all.”

“This Easter thing isn’t so bad.” I grin working my lips up to kiss him.

“I love you so much, grumpy bear.”

“I love you too, Happy Easter, Jellybean”

The End

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Want to know how Pete ensnared his grumpy bear Gavin? Read their story in Tattooed Mind. Tattooed Series Book 2. Tattooed Mind