Fresh: A BWWM Secret Billionaire Romance

I walked in, and I saw her eat a strawberry.

"Thank you for giving me strawberries and cream with my pancakes. You remembered," she said, her eyes soft.

"Only the best for you, babe." I kissed her mouth. "I confess to ulterior motives, though."

"Oh?" She arched an eyebrow. "What kind of dastardly schemes are you up to?"

I carefully took the tray out of her lap, and I rolled us so that she was on top.

"First, I'm going to lick all the cream off of your mouth."

I licked the edges. I took her mouth in a deep kiss, and she moaned as my tongue penetrated her and stroked the inside of her mouth.

I unwrapped her from her dress robe like a birthday present. Having her on top of me gave me all kinds of access. I looked at her breasts, which, even after breastfeeding our child, were full and beautiful.

I sucked at her nipple, and she moaned, riding me but not taking me inside of her since my clothes were in the way. Her head fell back from the pleasure.

I bit, and she hissed a little bit from the pain. I spun us so that her back was against the sheets, and I stopped. I went for the nightstand.

She sat up. “What are you doing?"

I sprayed her with the whipped cream that I had carried upstairs. First, I covered her breasts with it. Then, I sprayed it in a line straight down the center of her body. I covered her mound with whipped cream, making a snowy mountain out of it.

I started licking it off of her breasts. I could hear her panting quickly. Her eyes were closed. She arched her back so that she could push her breasts closer to my warm mouth.

I licked the cream off of her stomach, admiring the womanly curve. I paid special attention to her belly button, then I continued downwards.

She bucked her hips up, and I caught them and pushed them back down.

"Be careful. You'll get whipped cream everywhere."

"You're washing the sheets if I do. This was your idea."

I smiled at her sass. "Whatever you say, babe. It's your birthday. And I want some cake."

I split her thighs apart quickly so that I could get access to where I wanted to go. I kissed the tops of her inner thighs before I licked whipped cream off of her clit. Her hips jerked forward.

I paid special attention to her mound. From the way that she was squirming beneath my tongue, I could see that she was enjoying it.

I could taste her juices mixing with the whipped cream. I slid a finger inside of her without any kind of trouble. She was so wet that some of it was already dripping on the sheets.

I touched the spot on her front wall, the G-spot that I knew made her go wild. She began fucking my finger like a wild woman, taking it as deep inside of her body as it could possibly go. Her muscles clenched around my finger, and the fluttering made me want to be inside of her. I could wait, though. This time was for her.

She gasped for air as she came down from her orgasm. I thought that she was the most beautiful woman in the world. Granted, I was biased. She was naked, I had just licked half of a can of whipped cream off of her, and I was married to her. What could I say? She was the complete package.

"Take off your clothes."

I took off my shirt, and her hands drifted gently on the ridges of my abs. Her hands drifted to the smooth plane under my navel, and I sucked in a breath.

My pants were tented, and I undid the button quickly. I unzipped, and I pushed my boxers and pants down impatiently. My cock was hard and ready to go.

"I want to use the whipped cream now."

She picked up the can from the bed, and she sprayed a ton of whipped cream on top of my dick. Gravity pulled it downwards. At this point, we were going to have to give up the sheets for lost. Everything that we were doing was just getting them messier, and these stains were not going to come out.

She licked the base of my cock before heading for my balls. They were aching from not releasing into her luscious form, and she used her hand to make me even harder. She kissed my balls, then she turned her attention to the tip of my cock.

"Ahh..." I moaned, my eyes rolling back in my head. "Supposed to be for you."