Wifey Talk [COMPLETED, 18+]

Part sixty-five

SOFIA'S POV

The Parkers are throwing another barbecue tonight, and I'm responsible for bringing cold pasta salad and dessert. I whip up the pasta quickly in the kitchen, adding salt and pepper to taste as I go. When I feel like that's complete, I start working on a red velvet and cream cheese four-layer cake. I'm making it from scratch for the first time, so it takes all day to make. The frosting tastes delicious though, and I find myself licking my fingers off while I wait for the cakes to bake.

I'm just washing my hands when James walks through the door. "It smells good in here," he tells me.

I grin at him. "I'm making cake. They're just cooling right now. Then I'm going to put this frosting on. Want to taste?" I ask.

He nods his head, removing his suit jacket and loosening his tie. My mouth hangs agape as he rolls up his shirt sleeves. Forget the cake—James looks mouthwateringly delicious. I stick my finger in the bowl, holding it up to James' mouth. He licks the whole thing clean, all the way down to my knuckle, humming with approval. My breath catches watching the way his tongue darts around my finger, and I watch with wide eyes as he swipes frosting off my cheek and licks it off his thumb.

"Delicious," he tells me, his eyes dark as they meet mine.

I watch him lower his gaze to my lips, and I find myself leaning in before he's made a move. Our lips connect, and James begins to slowly make out with me. He lifts me up and sets me on the kitchen counter, and I allow him to lift my shirt over my head. James tosses it aside on the floor, and he continues kissing me while his hands move to the front clasp of my bra. He fidgets with it, but is unable to open the lock with his shaking hands.

"Want me to do it?" I whisper against his lips.

"Yes," he growls, capturing my lips as I open the front clasp. He opens my bra like it's a present, taking a step back to admire my heaving, heavy breasts and hard nipples. I watch in awe as he dips his fingers into the cake frosting and smears it along my nipples. He takes his time smearing frosting down my neck, over my breasts, and on my lips.

I allow him to lick the frosting off my lips before he sucks on my mouth. Slowly, he begins to suck and lap at the frosting down my neck. When his mouth latches onto my nipple, I gasp. He sucks hard, swirling his tongue around the stiff peak. I feel myself growing wet as he moans against my breasts. My skin feels so hot under his wet tongue, and I shiver as he lolls his tongue around my other nipple, sucking lazily. My head rolls back in ecstasy, and I clench my thighs together to deal with the ache between them.

That's when the phone rings. James releases me, answering the call and handing me my cell phone. I look him in the eyes and speak up extremely aware that I'm half naked on our kitchen countertop.

"Oh, hi Mrs. Parker," I say.

"Call me mom honey," she corrects me.

"Hi mom," I say, gasping suddenly as James latches onto my breast.

He sucks gently while pinching the other stiff peak between his fingers.

"Is everything all right honey? You sound a little out of breath."

"I-uh," I try to come up with a complete thought while her son sucks my nipples raw, "I'm working out," I manage, clamping a hand over my mouth as I moan.

"Well, I just wanted to know what time you were heading over so I knew when to put the meat on the grill," she says.

I scrunch my eyes shut, biting my fist as I moan with him kissing up my chest.

"What time?" I gasp quietly.

James has the audacity to whisper in my ear. "Tell her we're running late," he growls.