What Comes With Love #Wattys2015

Chapter Thirteen

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Today is Friday night and i'm so happy and excited, to be cooking for someone other than Marcello. Right now i'm peeling shrimp. I'm gonna make a shrimp boil with potatoes and corn. I know that Carter likes this his mom used to make it every Fourth Of july. I memorized the recipe because I thought that Carter would be the man I married. But i'm glad I didn't because I met the most amazing man Ever that is walking into the door right now. I put the shrimp into the pot and stir it while adding a little garlic seasoning in.

"Damn babe that smells good." Marcello say coming over and peeking into my pot. I stop stiring and turn around and look at him. He leans down to kiss me and I turn my head. He looks at me and frowns. I turn around and open the cabinent. I pull out tge source of what has made me upset. A bottle of scotch half empty and he just bought this a week ago. I look up at him and he scratches the back of his neck. He opens his mouth to speak but I put my hand up.

"What did you promise me in pre-marrige counseling?" I ask him my voice full of hurt.

"I promised that I would slow down on the drinking and I did." He says and put his hand on my cheek and caressed it. No, I can't fall into this distracting tacktik. I remove his hand and tryed to remember the source of my being upset.

"You bought this a week ago and now it's damn near empty. You said you would drink occasionally but this shit looks like you went in on it as soon as you got it." I say angrily because I despise alchol. It only influences you to do stupid things. And Marcello is the king of alcohol. He can drink all day and he did once and had alcohol poisioning. I remember finding him once blacked out and I thought I lost him. And that was all fine and dandy until he he proposed to me. That's when I realised how important it was that he stopped this.

"I will admit I went over board. But that was only because I had'nt had any in a long time. I was beinge drinking and I regret it." He says and I understand that. So I guess I can let this go.

"Just none of this shit again okay Marcello." This is another reason why I don't drink because this kinda stuff hapoens. You get addicted and it's hard to get rid of. I'm just glad i'm here to help my baby. Even though sometimes it gets fustrating.

"Yeah and watch your mouth Bea you hear me?" He says very closely to my lips. He is so close that his lips brushed mine while he was talking.

"Yeah, I hear you." I whisper suddenly turned on by the way he was being. He nodded and grabbed the bottle and put it back into the cabinent behind me. Then he comes back down and cups my face and kisses me gently. This kiss turned into deep, passionate kiss. As that happened I felt his hand slip into my house shorts and into my under wear. I gasped and he stuck his tounge deeper into my mouth. At that moment I remembered I was cooking so I pulled away from the kiss but his hand stayed. He started to kiss my neck and rub my clitoris.

"Oh, mmmm" I moaned, into his ear as he was sucking on my spot and rubbing me at the same time.

"You like that, Mrs. Morrison?" He questioned in a husky tone that turned me on even more.

"Uuhn Yes baby" I moaned aloud. He chuckled at my moaning.

"Tell me that you love me baby." He said into my ear and his teeth grazed my neck. That drove me insane and he sped up the rubbing and I was moaning like crazy about to climax. Then he suddenly stopped. I caught my breath and look up at him and he smile and I grab his nipple and twist it.

"Shit, Bea ow that hurts!" He yells like a big baby.

"You teased me I was just about to cum!" I fuss at him and he laughs at me. And opens his arms wide for me.