“So…” Mara whispered as Luke planted another kiss on her lips, “then what happened?”
He was either ignoring her or pretending not to hear as his mouth travelled along her jawline, over to her neck, nuzzling in that spot she liked. He reminded her of an affectionate tooka.
“Tell me…” she said, volume slightly louder. He couldn’t pretend not to hear. Luke trailed a line of kisses from her ear down her neck, using her pulsing artery like a roadmap to her collarbone.
“You don’t want to hear about it,” Luke replied, his tongue retracing the path back up to her jaw, lips stopping her from further query. But he’d underestimated his wife, who took his face in her hands and broke the kiss with a purpose.
“I do want to know.” She was not easily distracted. Luke surrendered with a sigh.
“And then she said “I’ve had enough! I want to be alone!”"
Mara blinked once as if processing that information and then burst into laughter, enjoying Luke’s embarrassment at her reaction.
“See, I knew you’d laugh,” he muttered. “I was nervous.”
“I don’t care, husband,” she smiled, pushing his shoulders firmly to lower his head into the best position to prove her point. “You’ve obviously gotten a lot better at oral pleasure since that first time.”