*Harry's POV*
Stepping out of the steaming shower, I wrapped a towel around my waist and headed to find my beautiful bride.
"Angel?" I called when I didn't see her in the bedroom.
"In the kitchen, love." Her voice carried back through the house.
Selena Gomez's voice trickled through a speaker in the kitchen, as Willow (dressed in only my shirt) scurried around the kitchen, preparing breakfast.
"Something smells amazing." I commented, settling onto one of the bar stools.
"Waffles." Willow grinned, setting a platter of them on the counter in front of me before heading back to the fridge. "Topped with fruit." She sat the bowl in front of me, "and whipped cream."
Glancing up, I saw that she had found the ingredients I had stashed in the back of the fridge in hopes of my fantasy becoming a reality at some point this week.
"Sounds delicious." I said, deciding to play whatever game she had in mind.
"Oh, it will be." She smirked across the bar at me. "As long as it's alright with you?"
"Of course, why wouldn't it be?"
"I don't know...you didn't have anything else in mind? No special purpose?" She asked, clearly more than aware of my intentions.
"I might have." I shrugged, sauntering around the bar to face her, "but if you think the whipped cream would taste better on waffles-." I murmured, pulling her body closer to mine and cupping her face in my palm.
"I don't," she almost whispered," but you've already showered-."
Crushing my lips against her's, I pressed Willow against the cabinets, keeping the kiss slow and sensual, letting my tongue dance with her's until she reached down and tugged the towel from my waist. Gasping when the cold air hit me, I pressed my naked body into her barely covered one.
Pulling away, Willow patted the counter behind her.
"Here?" I asked, dumbfounded.
"Up you go." She smirked, pecking my lips before grabbing the can of whipped cream and circling the bar.
Scrambling onto the bar, I ignored the cool stone against my bare skin and laid flat on my back. Climbing up, Willow straddled my hips and shook the can up. Reaching forward, she let the tip hover over my skin before began tracing the cream across my chest and down my abs, crisscrossing until she got to my pelvis.
"Little bit more than I intended." Willow giggled, realizing how much of the cream now covered my body.
"But you're going to be a good girl for daddy and lick every drop of it up."
Nodding, she sat the can on the counter beside me and pulled her hair up out of the way. Glancing up at me through her lashes, Willow leaned down and timidly licked a warm strip across my chest, causing a gasp to fall from my lips and the cold air to hit my now wet skin, making my nipples harden painfully.
Watching her swallow the cream made it nearly impossible to remain still underneath her as she leaned with more confidence and began to roam with her tongue across my chest.
"Baby girl." I moaned, reaching up and gripping her bare thighs, sliding my hands under the button down that she wore, gripping her ass and causing her to choke slightly on the cream that filled her mouth. "You okay, baby?" I asked, trying not to laugh at her adorably puffed up cheeks.
"M'fine, daddy." She mumbled with her mouth full, accidentally letting some of the cream stipple back onto my skin.
Shaking my head, I tsk'd "now, look what you did."
Instantly she leaned down and licked it back into her mouth, "sorry."
I nearly choked on the sarcastic comment I was about to make, when Willow started sucking the excess cream off of my toned abdomen, while subtly reaching beneath her and wrapping her hand around my hardening boner.
"Fuck!" I groaned, jerking my hips up into her hand, begging her to pick up her pace but she just giggled quietly and continued her painfully slow assault. "Baby, don't torture me like this...Willow, please?"
Taking pity on my pitiful state, she tightened her grip and began grinding her clothed crotch against mine.
As she licked the last of the whipped cream off of me she reached for the can but I grabbed it before she could, taking back the control of the situation.
"No ma'am." I shook my,"there's entirely too much talking coming out of your mouth, Daddy's gonna put the whipped cream where he wants it and you're gonna lick it up without another word."
Not wanting to speak out of line, Willow just nodded and gave me her most innocent look, as I trailed the whipped cream down the middle of my chest and all the way to the base of my dick. Holding off on that, I trailed the can down and left just the littlest bit on my balls.
Biting down on her lip, Willow giggled and leaned forward. Licking a broad strip along my balls, she caused a shiver to run through body as her tongue traveled back up my body and she swallowed the last of the cream.
"Hmm would you like your husband to return the favor?" I murmured, as she kissed back down my abs.
"M'not done." She whispered, blowing cold air along my dick, that was now leaking with Precum for the second time this morning.
It was like Scotland brought out this sex crazed side of her and all I wanted to do was get on my knees and worship the sex goddess that I married.
