Superstar's Spotlight: Limelight (18+) [COMPLETED] {unedited}

23: What Privacy?

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"Good morning to the world's greatest wife!" El yells as he comes down the stairs and I laugh.

"What's gotten into you this morning?" He comes closer as I stand in the kitchen cutting stuff up. "I had the perfect night and the best rest. I feel energized and ready to take on the world and to top it all off, my wife is amazing!" He hugs me from behind and kisses my cheek.

"Geez, she won't be too amazing if you blow out her eardrums." He gives me a squeeze. "Sorry baby, what's for breakfast?" He rest his head on my shoulder as he still holds me.

"I'm making omelets and pancakes."

"Mmmm, sounds delicious like you." I blush and he rubs his hands down my silk dress. "Stop trying to seduce me."

"What, I like pussy for breakfast and you were out of bed before I got up." I laugh. "You slept longer."

"So why didn't you have some sausage before coming down here?" He bites my neck and his hands are now under my dress. "I thought after last night you'd be satisfied." He chuckles.

"Around you? Ha, I'm too greedy to have the satisfaction of not fucking you often." I close my eyes as he kisses my neck, me holding the knife and sweet pepper in my hand.

"And you're not wearing any panties." He whispers in my ear then nibbles on it. "You're such a tease Gee." I open my eyes as he pulls me back then kneels in front of me.

"Elliott, the breakfast... the kids." His mouth is already on my sex. "Continue chopping and whisking, the kids are asleep."

How was I not supposed to cut my damn finger off when he was eating away my senses. My focus drifted to my core and I couldn't even chop anything even though I held them in my hands.

I closed my eyes for a second and moaned as electricity floats around my body, only to have it disappear and chills settle in as I see Tim walking into the kitchen texting.

"Tim!" I yelped holding Elliott's head to still him but, he doesn't stop. Why would he want his friend to see him like this, to see me like this?

"Uh, hello?" He looks up and sounds confused, he knows, he freaking knows!

"Why does your face look so red, are you alright?" He begins walking closer stretching his hand out to check my temperature.

"No, stay there!" He stops immediately. "Okay."

"I spilled stuff in the kitchen and I wouldn't waaaa- want you to fffffffall." I tug on Elliott's hair as he teases sweet spots, why is he doing this to me?

"Wow, is what you have contagious?" He covers his mouth and nose stepping back. My eyes were rolling, probably looked like I was having seizures.

"I don't know wha- ahhh, what you me- mee- meeeeeeeeeean!" I placed both hands on the counter bracing myself as my orgasm strikes my body.

"Holy shit." I look up to see him covering his mouth and Elliott standing beside me wiping his mouth. "Morning buddy, can you believe this one, she was using my face as a stool." I slap his bare chest hard and he winces then laughs, Tim is silent and I stand up straight.

"Excuse me." I leave immediately feeling embarrassed. "Gianna." I continue. "Babe, come on don't be mad." I hear him yelling and I continue straight to our bedroom.

"Pssst, wifey." I turn around from my phone to see Elliott standing with a tray in his hands, I sit up and look up at him as he puts the tray down.

When I look at the pancakes, there is a big I'M and a little smaller Sorry. I couldn't help but laugh and he sits. "Tim's not here if it makes you feel better." I roll my eyes.

"What's wrong with what happened, you've caught him and Mia, I've caught him and Mia many times, what if he sees us once and didn't really see anything?" 

"It was embarrassing."

"Gianna, no one is judging you. We are married and this is our home, we are free to do what we want."

"It doesn't matter you should have stopped."

"They wouldn't stop for us and we are not people pleasures, we please each other." He stands. "Stop being a wuss about it." He kisses my head and walks out. I wanna punch him in the face.

"Gianna, what are you guys doing to Tim over there?"

"What do you mean?"

"He's all kinds of freaky, saying stuff and sending pictures. He makes me wanna have sex before I'm supposed to after birth." I laugh and so does she.

"He sorta walked in on Elliott and I and I don't know what they talked about because I left." She laughs some more. "My, how the tables have turned."

"Whatever, I'm coming down this weekend to meet my niece and I'm taking your husband with me." 

"Fine, I know it would be a lot easier if I came but the media is trying so hard to sneak photos of me postpartum."

"It's sad and not to congratulate you for stressing your body for the most beautiful thing ever but, to fat shame and degrade you."

"Yeah, I gotta go feed and be fed. Talk soon."

"Okay, later Mimi."

"Hey, which shirt?" El holds two shirts in front of me and I look at the bottoms and shoes he's wearing then the shirts and made my decision.

"Shirtless is fine." He laughs then flexes. "Delightful." I bite my lip. "Seriously though, I'm late and I need a shirt, which one?"

"Left." He puts the other down and begins putting the shirt on. "Where is your stylist that is supposed to dress you for events?"

"Fired."

"And may I ask why?"

"Do you really want to know?" He looks at me in the mirror as I walk closer to him and I know what happened. "This is the third stylist, you need to stop being so handsome and so flirty." I hug him from behind.

"I'm not flirty, I'm just too nice and I don't know why they can't understand that this lean hunk is locked down and lost the keys." I laugh as he turns around and I continue to hug and look up at him. "Maybe a guy stylist would be better?"

"I'm starting to consider that, you can search for him." He pecks my lips then unlocks my hands from around him. "And why is it my job to find you a stylist?"

"Because wives do stuff for their husbands."

"You have a manager for this."

"But I want my wife to do it. Wait up for me, we play later." He winks and I smile then rub my hand through my hair.

Well this move has been sex filled.