The Quickie
"This isn't technically the kitchen, right?" I mumbled against my husband's lips as he pushed me into the small room. "I mean, this is pretty much a whole other room."
"Shhh." Jason pulled away for a moment to close the door. "It's an extension of the kitchen but don't think about that now."
"Well now I have to think about it. We can't do this h—" any complaints I had were cut off by my husband's divine lips, whom I had to thank God for profusely. Jason's hand came to the back of my neck and held me still while his lips moved from my own, down to my collarbone, sucking on my skin lightly as he made his way down. The sensation was making me squirm.
"You have to keep quiet now." He ordered me sternly, meanwhile his free hand was travelling up my leg and under my skirt to find the hem of my panties, which were becoming more and more plastered to my skin every second that passed. "Jesus, how are you always so wet?"