The Blood Legion

Secrets

Secrets

"Happy Anniversary." Dillon whispered into my ear as he was leaning across the bed moving the covers back so he could slide back into the bed and wrap his strong arms around me. I moaned a little and stretched with a smile that slowly creeped up on my face. I can't believe it has been five years since we've been married.

I rolled over to face him with both eyes still shut. "Happy Anniversary and good morning." I could feel his soft lips press against mine as he wrapped his arm around me pulling me closer. I felt his lips curl into a smile, and it made me smile in return. I enjoy moments like this with him.

I walk out into the kitchen with nothing but a t-shirt on trying to maneuver around brown boxes on the floor – some stacked two high, with words in my handwriting written in sharpie. I pointed at different boxes. Bedroom. Bathroom. Garage. I did not see a box with Kitchen written on it. "DILLON! WHERE IS THE COFFEE MAKER?" I shouted up to the top floor.

"IT'S IN THE CABINET BY THE REFRIGERATOR!" As I walk towards the refrigerator, I could hear my phone ring. I stop abruptly and walk over to the island bar where my phone was laying by a large box of thin pepperoni pizza. Damnit Dillon, I told you to put that up last night. I prop one elbow up on the bar – still half asleep, running my hand through my hair and pressed the green circle. "This is Emma Hogan." I walked back over to the cabinet – standing on my tip-toes, trying to get the coffee machine out with one hand and holding the cell phone up with my free shoulder to my ear waiting for a reply.

"Hi Emma! This is Brett Harding, the F.B.I. director." A deep voice responded on the other end. I could feel Dillon behind me reaching over me to get the coffee maker while chuckling. "Short ass." I look over at Dillon and mouth the words "F.B.I" and pointed to the phone and he nodded in understanding.

"Hi Mr. Harding! Didn't expect a call so soon." I giggled a little. "We're not even..." I began and was cut off.

"I'm sorry for the sudden phone call – however, I need you to come in to fill out paperwork and get your badge. How does 2 O'clock sound?" I glanced at my watch, it was only 8:30 in the morning, I have plenty of time to get ready. "Sounds good sir, see you then!"

"Do you have to go in already?" I slowly nodded my head as his silky lips glided across my neck and made me forget what I was doing. My eyes began to flutter as my body melted into his. His tall stature surpassed my small frame – and I loved that! His lips were like honey; sweet and smooth. He slowly maneuvered to my ear and I could feel his warm breath next to my ear. His breathing was shallow and deep.

I knew I had to take a shower – however, he had other plans. I felt the tight grip of his right hand on my hip holding me in place. He placed his left hand on my stomach and slid it up the middle of my abdomen and firmly placing it around my throat. I gasped and let out a deep breath and then bit my bottom lip. He whispered in my ear "I love you."

Within seconds his hands were grabbing at my robe on both sides and pulled it away. My boobs bounced out like they were made from hydraulics. I knew I was wet down there, just didn't realize how wet. He took a few steps back, and for a split second I was disappointed because I didn't want him to stop. I look over my shoulder right before he grabbed my hand and walked me over to the kitchen table.

He grabbed a chair from under the table. "Here, sit down."

As I sat down, he kneeled in front of me and I moved my left leg to prop it up on the table. It was then when I look at my leg and saw a glistening streak that was wet that ran down my leg. I put my thumb in my mouth and began chewing on my nail – a bad habit I do when I'm either nervous or excited. I rest my left leg by my right one, for a more comfortable position. Then I slowly spread my legs open before him, showing him what belonged to him. He smirked and admired it for a few seconds. I could hear my heartbeat in my ear. I didn't know exactly why it felt like my heart wanted to escape the captivity of my rib cage – it was pounding in my chest. I just knew even after all these years of being with him, he makes me melt. I yearn for his touch – his mere presence. He makes me feel special, he has me under his spell. I can never get enough of him. His silky lips met the lips between my legs and his tongue did a slow dance around the outside moving in sucking on that special spot – my G-spot. I watched him as I wrapped my hands around his head driving his head deeper and wrapping my legs around his shoulders, pulling his whole body closer. He came up for air and in that few seconds, I admired his beauty. His lips were glistening as the sun beamed in through the windows and cascaded across his face. He began to put pressure on my clit with his finger, then he would slide his finger in and out – like he was playing the violin. His pace began to quicken. I felt myself swell up – something that always happens right before the climatic end. Seconds before he sent me off the edge of pure euphoric bliss, he stopped.

He grabs me by my upper arm and lifts me off the chair quickly and pushes me down on the kitchen table. The way he touches me, it feels electric. Like he was made from Zeus – the God of lightning. The moment I met him, he put a spark into my soul that I've never felt before.

Goosebumps began to arise from the touch of his soft hands gliding up my thigh and under my robe, placing his hand on my ass. I look over my shoulder at him and smile. Just from one look; you can call me Medusa, because he was rock hard.

The first stroke of his cock inside me always takes my breath away. My opening was small compared to his cock. I could feel every crease and vein as it slid into my pussy. I tightened my pussy around his cock, wanting to feel every part and inch of him. He reached around and put his hand under my chin, moving my head back into his chest. My eyes were closed, wanting to feel this moment in every way. The way he smelled, his breathing, the way he moved his body with mine. I could feel his sweaty body against mine, and the way he smelled... he smelled sweet and masculine.

"You are going to make a mess of this whole kitchen. I am going to make you squirt and cum all over me and this kitchen! Even if I have to fuck this sweet little peach all day." He placed his thumb in my mouth and I sucked on it. I knew then, there was no point of taking a shower; at least not anytime soon.