“Good morning, baby.” I nuzzled my face into her neck and smiled when she sighed contentedly.
“Good morning,” she echoed, stretching and causing my body to sizzle.
Reluctantly, I forced myself to get up then bent over and scooped her into my arms.
“What are you doing?” she squeaked with surprise.
“Getting you in the shower.”
“It’s Sunday, Caleb!”
“I’m aware. We’ve got somewhere to be.”
I ordered breakfast while waiting for the shower to heat up. Tugging her into the glass enclosure, I made sure she was very, very clean everywhere...twice. Breakfast was delivered shortly and after the calories we had burned the night before, we were famished.
When we were finally ready to head out, I laced my fingers through hers and led her to the elevator. We rode down to the garage where my silver Maserati was waiting for us.
I managed to keep my plans a secret by taking a page out of Socrates’ book and answering her inquiries with questions of my own. As we left the city, she became even more curious and I had to resort to slipping my hand between her legs and giving her multiple orgasms. By the time we reached our first destination, I was in desperate need of release.
We pulled into the driveway of a large, red brick, colonial house. The garage was around back and as I parked, I noticed no one else had arrived yet. Frantically, I unsnapped my and Madeleine’s seat belts and dragged her into my lap, her legs on either side of me. She glanced around nervously. “No one can see us, baby,” I assured her before nibbling on her bottom lip until her mouth opened and I tangled my tongue with hers. I sent thanks above for tinted windows as I whipped out my cock, shoved her panties aside, and slammed into her slick pussy.
I groaned in absolute ecstasy at the heat of her surrounding me. “You’re so tight, baby. You feel like silk. Fuck! I need to taste your beautiful tits,” I panted. “Lift your shirt.” I continued to pump into her as she complied with my request. I dragged down the cup of her bra with my teeth and then latched onto the exposed nipple, sucking before blowing across it, making her shiver.
Tingles started at the base of my spine, spreading to my balls, my orgasm approaching. I brought my hand to her wet pussy and pressed on her clit, swallowing her screams as she let go. I swiftly followed with one last deep thrust before I stilled, my come bursting from my cock and coating her insides.
“Caleb,” she breathed, “that was incredible.”
Burying my face in her neck, I chuckled in agreement. At the purr of another engine approaching, Madeleine scrambled back into her seat, hastily trying to right herself. I laughed and she glared at me.
“There’s a towel in my gym bag behind my seat,” I told her as I tucked my semi-hard cock back into my pants. She didn’t say anything as she reached back to retrieve the towel. While she cleaned herself up, I got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side, helping her out when she was ready.
A slender, young woman with long, dark, almost black, hair emerged from the other car. She had the high cheekbones of a model, small, black-rimmed glasses perched on her nose, and was wearing a two-thousand-dollar suit. I greeted her while sliding an arm around Madeleine’s waist. I felt her move in closer to my body and glanced down to see her eyeing the realtor with a possessive gleam. Her little display of jealousy had a grin splitting my face.
The woman approached us with a broad smile and introduced herself as Elisa. I shook her hand. “Caleb Sterling.” We’d spoken over the phone, but hadn’t yet met. I tucked Madeleine even closer to my side. “This is my Madeleine,” I said, and kissed the top of her head.
She smiled and gave her a small wave, then tilted her head back to look up at me. “What are we doing here?”
Elisa spoke up. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Sterling, I thought you knew. I’m your realtor. Mr. Sterling set up an appointment to walk through this home.”
Madeleine looked a little shell-shocked. “I’m not M—” I squeezed her, hard, indicating she shouldn’t finish her sentence. She threw me a dirty look, which I responded to with a wink.
“Are you thinking of moving out of the city?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied. “My apartment isn’t going to work for much longer.
“Oh.” Disappointment colored Madeleine’s tone. “You’d be over thirty minutes away from me.”
Elisa shuffled uncomfortably. “I’ll go unlock the door,” she said and took off in the direction of the house.
I took Madeleine’s chin in my fingers and lifted her face so I could look directly into her eyes. “No, baby. We would be thirty minutes from the city.”