24. Dia

TWENTY-FOUR

"How do you like your eggs?"Dalton asks as I sit at the kitchen table. I tried keeping him in bed by wiggling my ass against him while he spooned me, but he told me that if I wanted more, I needed to eat something. We decided on breakfast food in the middle of the night, agreeing that it should be enjoyed at every hour, not just in the morning. He pulled my naked body from the bed, throwing his worn t-shirt over my head and leading me by my hand into the kitchen. As much as I wanted to stay in his room all night and day, not thinking about the fact that my parents just took off with every dime I had in my bank account, he's right. I can't remember the last time I had food, and my stomach is growling.

"Scrambled," I reply, standing from my seat. "But I can get?—"

He raises a brow in my direction, "You'd better sit that cute little ass back down," he warns. I roll my eyes, throwing myself back into the chair and crossing my arms over my chest like a child. Dalton just chuckles before returning to our midnight breakfast. Several minutes later, he walks over with a plate of eggs, bacon, and a piece of toast, setting it down in front of me with a quick kiss to the top of my head. He returns to the stove, plating his own food, which looks to be enough to feed an entire family, and sits down across from me.

I eye his food. "Do you always eat that much?" I ask.

He grins, patting his rock-hard stomach. "I'm a growing boy, Wifey."

I can't help the scowl that mars my expression. "That's so unfair," I mumble, stabbing my fork into my eggs. "Why do boys get the good metabolism and the good eyelashes? You should only be able to pick one."

"Eh," he says with a shrug, "But you guys get boobs that you can play with whenever you want. So, I'd say that evens things out."

I scoff, shaking my head. "Why are you like this?" I ask.

"Sorry for being a tit man, babe. It's a damn good thing I don't have a set of my own. I'd never leave the house," he says, shoving a forkful of food into his mouth and chewing while I glower at him. "Eat," he orders, pointing at my plate.

I look down at it, hesitating. I've never had issues with food. Even when I strived to have what society considered the ‘perfect dancer's body', I ate. Growing up in a house where you weren't sure where your next meal would come from makes you thankful for all the nutrients you can get your hands on. Not to mention, breakfast food is my favorite. When Mads first went to college, we met up every Sunday morning at the diner by my apartment and binged on greasy food until we couldn't take another bite.

So, why am I struggling here right now?It's like the cereal thing all over again. He made me food because he cares about me. And it's no big deal.

So, just take a bite, Dia.

Sensing my discomfort, Dalton sits back in his chair, a cocky grin tipping up the corners of his lips. "I'll tell you what," he says. Oh, boy. "One bite equals one orgasm."

"What?" I say, genuinely confused.

"For every bite you eat, I'll give you an orgasm."

I let out an incredulous laugh. "Dalton, there's an entire plate of food here and I'm starving."

He pops a shoulder. "Cool. Me, too." Good fucking God.

I pick up a piece of bacon, eyeing him suspiciously. "There are at least twenty bites here. At least," I emphasize. "I'd die."

He smirks. "RIP you, then."

Why is this turning me on? I should be throwing a fit at the fact that he's treating me like a child. Rewarding me for eating my food. And I should be mad at myself for being so jaded and defiant at the thought of him doing something nice for me, that I have to be bribed with sex. But I'm not, and here we are.

I bring the bacon to my mouth, biting off a piece and chewing. He sits forward, smiling, as he stabs his eggs with his fork. "Good girl."

Before I know it, I've taken so many bites that I lost count. My stomach is feeling better as we fall into a comfortable conversation, discussing the plan to tell Mads and Blaze that I'll be spending the rest of our six-week period living here with Dalton. Now that I'm broke again, I'm going to have to go out this week and put in some job applications. It all happened so fast, that I barely had time to consider how I would get the money to move out on my own. I have a few hundred dollars in cash that I had been saving up, but that definitely won't cut it. So, I'll need to take the first job that will hire me. That's nothing I haven't experienced before, though.

I look down to see that my plate is completely empty. A sense of accomplishment washes over me at the fact that I let someone else do something nice for me without running away. And to be honest, it actually felt really good.

"Alright," Dalton says, picking up his plate, moving it to the counter by the sink, returning to his seat, and patting his hand on the table. "Bring me my dessert."

I laugh, rolling my eyes. "I think you've eaten enough, big guy. Let's go back to bed." I walk over, grabbing him by the hand and trying my hardest to yank his massive body up, but he's a lot stronger as he pulls me in, lifting me at the waist and setting my ass on the table in front of him.

"I told you," he says with a wink. "I'm a growing boy." This time, instead of patting his stomach, he grabs ahold of his dick, which I notice is already getting hard under his shorts. "Now, lay back and let me give you the orgasms I promised."

I give him a berating look. "I thought we established that I'd die if you made me come that many times. Plus, I got distracted and lost count, so I don't even know how man?—"

"Twenty-three," he interrupts. "Funny that you think I've taken my eyes off those fuckable lips of yours since the day I met you. Now, you have two choices. Lay back on this table and I'll take it easy on you," he pauses for a moment, letting option one sink in, "or you can keep being a brat, I'll carry you to the bed, and rip orgasm after orgasm from your body until you cry. It's your choice, wife."

Well, damn.

As much fun as defying him sounds, I'm not prepared for the consequences right now. That doesn't mean that I won't be poking the bear at some point in the near future, but today is not that day. The corners of my mouth tip up as I slowly lower my back onto the cold wood of Dalton's kitchen table. He grabs around my calves and brings my feet up to rest on his thighs. He takes his time caressing the smooth skin of my legs, starting at my ankles and working his way up. I'm shaking with anticipation as he replaces his hands with his lips, kissing his way upward, slowly. When he darts his wet, hot tongue out and drags it from my knee to the junction of my thigh, I clench them together on instinct. Dalton chuckles as he wrenches my legs back apart, this time lifting my feet and resting them on the table. I'm spread wide in front of him and he's looking directly at my bare pussy like it's the only meal he'll ever need. I can't help myself as I lift to my elbows so I can see him.

I want to say something mouthy, to tell him to hurry up and eat me, but I don't. I just watch him as he leans in, taking a deep breath of me. The first time he did it in Vegas, I was a little confused. But now, I can't get enough of the look on his face as the scent of my arousal hits him. His wide shoulders move up and down rapidly with his deep breaths, and it makes me feel so powerful. His body shakes slightly as he reaches his hands up, and parts my lower lips with his thumbs.

Just when I think I can't take anymore, he shows mercy by leaning forward and dragging his tongue from the bottom of my slit all the way to the top. He groans like he's in pain before diving in fully, pushing inside me as far as he can. I reach down, fisting his hair tightly. I don't know if I'm holding him to me, or if I'm just trying to stop myself from floating right off this table and into outer space.

Dalton licks upward, wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking hard as he slowly enters me with one finger. The varying pressures of what he's doing make me go crazy as I writhe and beg for more.

"Oh God, please. Please. Please," I plead.

"Mmmm," he hums. "Not God, baby. Just your husband down here taking what's his."

His words push me to the precipice, and when he adds a second and third finger, I can't hold back anymore. My orgasm hits me as I cry out and shake against him. It seems to go on forever, but when I finally start to float back down to Earth, trying my best to back away from his tongue that is still firmly rubbing all over me, Dalton grabs my hips and pins them down to the table. "There's one," he says. "Only twenty-two more to go."

He can"t be fucking serious.

I haven't had very many partners that have given me multiple orgasms. I know from experience that Dalton can, but I don't know how many I can handle. I'm thankful when he reduces the pressure and moves his tongue off of my clit, giving me a moment to recover. But just when I think I have my own body under control, he's back for more.

"Come on, baby," he coos. "I'm gonna need another one of those." This time, he solely uses his fingers, running his lips up and down the goosebumps that are raising along my thighs. He pumps into me, building me up to another orgasm. And because he knows exactly how to work my body, when I'm right there, he curls his fingers forward. The pressure on my G-spot sets me off again as I tense up and explode with my release.

He gives me absolutely no time to recover before going for number three. Dalton lowers his face back down to me and presses his lips to my very sensitive bundle of nerves, swirling his tongue around it in circles. I think I'm screaming, but I can't hear anything besides my heart beating rapidly between my ears. I don't think I can take much more of this. It's painful, but for some reason, I don't tell him to stop. I don't even consider using my safe word. I trust him to know what I can handle.

As I'm making my way back toward another summit, Dalton pulls his head back, looking straight into my eyes as he spits onto my pussy. At first, I think I'm seeing things. But when he does it again, my eyes go wide. Everything about this man is so filthy, but I can't seem to get enough of it.

"I'm going to eat this delicious cunt while I finger your tight asshole. If you don't want me to do that, tell me now," he says. When he licked me there in Vegas, that was different. It was still new to me and something I was unsure about, but I trusted him. But now, he's going to put his fingers inside me. This is something that's so intimate, I don't know if I can do it. But I know that if I want to try it at all, which I do, it has to be with Dalton. There's absolutely no one else in this world that I feel safer with than him. So, I nod my head and lower back down, lying flat on the table.

"You're being such a good girl for me right now," he praises as he gathers his spit and drags it down to my puckered hole. When he pushes against it, I tense up. "Relax for me, Dia," he says in a soothing voice. "You know I'd never hurt you. I only want to make you feel good." His words hit their mark, calming me enough that the tension in my body slowly releases. When he breeches my back entrance, I loosen even more because fuck, that feels good. And when he returns his lips back to my clit, sucking and licking gently as he moves his finger in and out, a coil of tightness like I've never felt before starts to twist inside me. The noises that are coming out of my mouth don't even sound human as he brings me toward what I know will be the most intense orgasm of my life. I feel saliva slipping from the corners of my mouth as my head thrashes back and forth. My eyes fill with tears at how overwhelmed with pleasure I am, but I never, ever want him to stop.

"What a fucking sight," he says, looking up from between my legs. "My perfect wife spread across the kitchen table, dripping from every hole while she lets me do whatever depraved things I can think of to her body. You're a fucking dream, Dia."

He's barely touched his tongue to my clit again as I go off, my pussy contracting tightly around nothing. I cry out, my entire body convulsing uncontrollably as I lay there, unable to get a handle on any part of myself. I'm just a passenger on this ride as Dalton makes sure every single ounce of pleasure is wrung from my exhausted body.

I'm completely sure I can't endure another climax. I am utterly spent, lying there nearly unconscious, as he lifts me from the table and holds me close, carrying me back to the bed. He presses a soft kiss to my lips, which I don't even have the energy to reciprocate, making him chuckle.

"Just so you know, I'm not done with you yet," he says. All I can manage is a weak whine at the thought of him putting me through that all over again. Dalton lowers me to the mattress and my limp body sinks into its softness immediately. I snuggle up under the blankets as he pulls them to my chin just the way I like before dropping another sweet kiss to my forehead. "Rest, baby. You're safe here," he whispers as he slides in beside me and wraps me into his warm embrace. I'm asleep instantly, dreaming of a life where I allow myself to be happy and every night is just like this one.