Nothing Above You

Bonus one

Anthony Romano

"What are you doing?" I tilt my head as I stare at my husband.
My husband.

It feels so good to be able to call Leo my husband.

"Preparing you some food?" He innocently says as he keeps his focus on the stove. "I'm.." I narrow my eyes when I stare at the stove. "Honey, you sure that's edible?" I raise an eyebrow as I walk over to him and take a glance of the black rocks he's tossing in the pan.

What even is this?

He turns to look at me and passes a bright smile.
"Of course. It's just a little over cooked." He tugs his lips as I look at him before giving the food a last glance.
Just a little over cooked?
I think we can use those coals for bbq.

"Right." I smile before pushing him away from the stove and taking things in my hand. It's only the second day of our honeymoon and I don't want us to be sick.

Also, I don't understand how he is so energetic after last night. He moved his body like a maniac, like he had been keeping himself from devouring me. And last night, he didn't even try to stop himself. It's not like I didn't like that.

"It smells delicious but I want to have something more light and refreshing." I try to excuse as I turn off the flame. Leo frowns, his lips puckering out. "Are you alright? Do you feel sick?" His words are laced with worry.

"No, I'm good."
For now but we both might get sick if we eat what he has cooked.

I smile and turn around to face my husband. The white shirt he's wearing making him look absolutely amazing.

"I just want to enjoy the food while we are away from the house and enjoy our honeymoon." I smile and wrap my arms around his neck when I pull him in front of me. A look of surprise surfaces on his face before he raises his eyebrows with a growing smirk. "I thought you couldn't go for more rounds." He says with an amused grin and I roll my eyes.

"You know very well love, I can go with you anytime." I lean over to whisper in his ear, grazing my lips against his earlobe intentionally. A hint of spark flows down my body when he inhales a small breath.

"Don't play with me curls. I might just drag you back to the room and fuck you till you lose the count of time, till you will no longer be able to tell the difference between day and night." His low voice crawls over my skin. Goosebumps covering my skin when his rough hands rest on my waist, holding me gently. The sudden difference of his cheerful voice to a teasing one making my heart race.

"And what if that's what I want?" I'm playing with fire, a fire that excites me that I no longer fear to get burnt with.

I smile when I run my fingers in his hair, twirling some around my fingers. I nibble on his earlobe, pressing my teeth before licking it to soothe out the stinging when his grip on my waist gets stronger. He pulls me closer to him, pressing me further againt his well built body. His heavy breathes that fall over my ear is enough for my knees to buckle.

"I shall fulfill your every wish, love." He whispers hoarsely before slipping his hand on my ass and giving it a hard squeeze. A low moan rolls down my lips, my hand clasping the back of his neck when I feel the hard reaction rub against the bottom of my stomach.
He's hard, so hard.

Wanting to add fuel to the fire, I press a kiss behind his ear that makes him let out a shaky breath. "Curls. Curls." He takes my name in a warning, reminding me of the things he is capable of doing with me.
"Yes, love?" I drag my lips lower and place another kiss on his neck.

"We should have breakfast first." I frown, a wave of heat rushing to my face when he sinks his head in my nape and places a soft kiss.