Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

parting them to make room for his entire hand. Two fingers rim my entrance,
prodding gently as if testing the waters; he grins darkly when he feels the
wetness there, then plunges into the knuckle.
“My fingers, on the other hand…”
The sudden intrusion compresses the air from my lungs, and when he
moves forward, grinding the heel of his hand on my clit while pumping in
and out in a smooth rhythm, curling his fingers against my inner walls, I
come undone almost immediately.
He grunts as I spasm around him, smoothing a hand down over the top of
my head. “What a good little wife.”
My lips fall open on a moan, and he takes the apple from the counter,
shoving it between my teeth. Bending down, he locks eyes with me as he
keeps finger fucking, taking a bite from the opposite side of the fruit.
A gurgling sound catches at the back of my throat as our noses brush, my
pussy clamping down around him as lightning licks up my spine, creating
little fires in its wake.
Pulling back, Kal takes the apple with him; I bite a piece off, chewing and
savoring the sweet tang on my tastebuds, knowing he gave me a taste because
he knew it wouldn’t be enough.
My core throbs with the aftershocks of my orgasm, and when he
withdraws, he spits the apple into a nearby trash can and brings his fingers to
his lips, sucking off my juices.
Grinning like the predator who’s just caught his prey, he steps back so
he’s standing in the bedroom, then gestures over his shoulder at the door.
Until now, I hadn’t realized it was open, and when I peek down the short
hall, heat swarms my cheeks.
The redheaded employee stands at the end of the hall with her back to us,
making drinks at a minibar.
“Make sure you get dressed before you join us,” Kal says, tossing me a
wink. Mortification washes over me, and I reach down, yanking the sheet
back up so it covers me. “We land in fifteen.”