I was putting our dinner plates in the sink when he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“Leave those,” he said quietly and kissed my neck.
He’d been touching me all day long, even going so far as to slip his hand under my dress when we were at the grocery store. And he made us take an extra long time in the freezer aisle just so he could stare at the way my tits showed through my dress without a bra on. He made sure I noticed when other people were staring too, because he knew how much I liked it. It was a good thing I was wearing undies or my thighs would have been slick with how wet he was making me. He had woken up to my mouth on his morning wood – the covers were tossed aside and he looked so good that I just had to taste it – and since then he kept saying he wasn’t ready for round two yet. I was aching to be satisfied and I thought maybe now he was pulling me away for ‘dessert’.