A/N: This chapter shows what happened near the end of Chapter 38 of Bobby and Jess Take Phoenix. Nobody, not even Jess, wants to think about sex with Nate. Tony needs to clear the air so he can move on.

Chapter Eight: Kitchen

After lunch, Angela took the empty bowls to the sink and started rinsing. She felt Tony come up behind her. He kissed the back of her neck and nosed the shell of her ear. "We've had a couple of false starts, you know," he whispered, referring to their post-coital makeout in the hotel and her abbreviated blow job when they first got home. His hands were everywhere, but she couldn't feel much through the thick cotton.

"My robe makes you horny," she teased, pushing her hips back to feel his erection. He groaned and thrust once against her. The tip of his dick felt sensitive, like he might not last long. The need to be inside her again was more driven by emotions than physical sensations. He pushed down his shorts.

"So horny," he agreed, reaching into her robe and holding her breast. "We never have the house to ourselves like this. Let's do it right here." She dried her hands on a kitchen towel.

"It felt amazing when you went down on me this morning," she hinted. He turned her around and opened her robe so he could press his bare chest against hers. "Like you were trying to devour me."

Tony held her head still and covered her mouth with his own. His tongue was forceful between her teeth, and she bit it in a warning. Her hands slid between them and gripped him tightly. So tightly, it hurt. They couldn't stop inflicting damage on each other after the previous night's confrontation.

Angela wondered how Nate would have handled her if he had the chance to go further. He'd probably have been cautious, allowing the rendezvous to go undetected if that's what she chose. His foot massage had been firm, but when his hands drifted up her legs, she could barely feel it. He'd been careful kissing her neck, too, using his tongue to taste her, rather than sucking against her skin. When he first touched her through her panties, she hadn't even noticed. It wasn't until he started kissing her breasts that he rubbed her clit hard enough for her to understand why she was wet.

Tony noticed her drifting away while he teased her breasts to stiff peaks. He bit one nipple and twisted the other harder than she liked. She should be paying attention, he thought. His tongue flicked rapidly, and she finally looked down at him. "Fuck," she said. "I need that tongue between my legs."

He didn't want to give her what she was asking for. Not right away. He boosted her onto the counter and sucked on her tits while he touched her between the legs. It was rather aimless for a minute and then he slid a finger into her. "He didn't touch your nipples," he speculated. She rolled her head in an exaggerated no. He hadn't thought it was possible by the way her dress was configured, but he was still relieved. After the way she had come for the first time with him, back in December, he never wanted to think about another man pleasuring them. There was another question on his mind, though. "How many fingers did he put in you?"

Angela couldn't be sure. She only knew he found the right spot. His fingers were more slender than Tony's. Maybe it was two. Yes, it had to be two. Her attention had been split between their kisses and what he was doing to her down below. He wasn't as great a kisser as she had anticipated, but when he took off her panties, her clit was throbbing in want of his touch. Her romantic daydreams had never gone so far. "A couple," she answered.

Tony slipped a second finger in, stroking her walls aggressively. He abandoned her hard nipples and leaned her back, licking her clit with the tip of his tongue. On impulse, he bit lightly, wanting her to feel the pain he was in. "Ow!" she yelled. "Do it again." He could taste traces of his own cum while he ate her out. She trapped his head between her legs and against the counter. It wasn't what you'd call pleasant. He wondered how close Nate had been to sucking on her juicy clit. He nibbled at it for a second, and Angela howled at the powerful sensation.

He dragged her toward him, nearly off the edge and guided his cock into her. She was barely supporting herself on the counter, mostly being held up by him. It was exhausting, especially after such a rough night. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, lightly banging it against the cabinet. He couldn't stop comparing himself to the other man. Would he fill her so thoroughly? Would he be able to support her weight? He turned the tables. "Are you thinking about him?" he asked her.

"No," she panted. It was true. Her encounter with Nate was interrupted with his breathy pause at her apex, and once Tony actually touched his tongue to her, she had no more thought of Nate.

"Did you want him to fuck you?"

"No!" It honestly hadn't crossed her mind. She'd never seen him undressed, never saw or felt a bulge in his pants. Tony was the only person she thought about fucking her here in Arizona.

He pulled out and dropped her feet to the floor. She instinctually bent over the counter, waiting for him to enter from behind.

"You're my wife," he reminded her.

"All yours," she confirmed. He rewarded her by reaching around and massaging her clit. Her vocabulary dwindled to curses and single drawn-out syllables.

"Come," he instructed. "I'll fill you up." They weren't usually so vocal and graphic, but she was turned on by the thought of his fertile load being shot into her womb. He cried out when she squeezed him tight inside her.

They remained joined and waddled to the paper towels together. "We should get dressed," he suggested. He'd have to disinfect the kitchen before they made dinner for their family.

"I liked you cooking in your underwear, but you're right. I'd hate to get caught."

"At least you'd be getting caught with me this time," he teased bitterly.