His whole body was now on fire, the tension building to the point where he could barely contain it any longer. Just before his release came, her body tensed over him, and a gush of her juices coated his mouth, and slid onto his tongue and down his throat. Darrien greedily lapped up each drop and groaned as he shot his load against the back of her throat. Ramona's lips and mouth milked his cock of each and every drop, before she released it, placing a tender kiss on the tip.
Ramona quickly slid from his body and repositioned herself against him, her head once again resting on his shoulder. A wave of emotions washed over him as he looked down into her contented face and held her soft body - which trembled slightly from the after-effects of her third orgasm - tight to him.
Darrien caught Ramona's eyes and a look passed between them, a look that spoke the words ‘I love you’ – words which were tearing at him to be uttered, but he continued to bite them back. Saying things like that would only complicate a relationship that couldn't exist. So he said nothing. Instead, he broke eye contact and planted a tender kiss on the top of her head.
"Me too," she whispered into his ear before settling back down onto him, closing her eyes and promptly falling asleep.
"Dammit," he groaned softly, though a trace of a smile touched his lips. Pandora had opened the proverbial box. What in the hell am I going to do now?
****
"Darrien," Ramona sighed. With her eyes still closed, she reached out next to her, but came up empty. Her blue eyes fluttered open to reveal the other side of the bed was vacant. Frowning Ramona looked over at the brass clock mounted above the stone fireplace in the bedroom and noticed it was almost noon.
Feeling somewhat disappointed that he'd taken off to work without waking her first, she threw the blankets off her and slid from the bed. As she stood and stretched, reaching her hands high above her head and giving a loud yawn, she noticed a slip of paper on the nightstand. Lock up when you leave. I'll get my spare keys from you whenever I see you next.
Ramona frowned. That's it? And what does he mean by whenever I see you next? She assumed she'd be seeing him again tonight, but the tone of that simple note left her with a very bad feeling. She understood what his feelings had been about them being together; he felt it wasn't something that could - or should - ever happen, but that was before...
That was before he’d given her that look last night before she went to sleep. She knew she hadn't dreamt it. She had seen the love and affection in his eyes and in his expression when he'd looked at her.
So why such a formal, emotionless note?
Ramona was tempted to call him right then and there. No, she would go to the office and confront him; that's what she'd normally have done. But she didn't do that either.
Instead, with a huff, she balled the note up in her fist and tossed it into the bedside wastebasket. There was only one way to find out and that meant staying right where she was until he got home from work.
As she sauntered into the bathroom, heading for the large whirlpool tub intent on taking a long luxurious aromatherapy bath, she found herself satisfied with her solution. She'd simply wait till he got home and confront him once and for all. They'd work it out, they had to.
****
Darrien wasn't foolish enough to think that Ramona wouldn't be waiting for him when he got home so he worked extra late that evening, burying his mind in a pile of paperwork. A quick knock and the sound of his office door opening brought his eyes away from the pile of work on his desk.
"What's so important that you have to stay here until 10pm, Darrien?" his father, Frank, asked as he stepped into the office and scanned the top of his desk.
"What are you doing here, dad? I thought you’d left early today?" Darrien's dark eyes peered back at the identical dark eyes of his father.
His father walked around his son's desk and looked at the papers in front of him. "Yes, I did. I was just dropping by for something." he picked up one of the file folders and examined it briefly then tossed it back down. Perching on the edge of Darrien's desk his father crossed his arms over his chest and let out a loud sigh. "What's going on?"
Sitting back into his chair, Darrien swivelled around so he could face his father and shrugged. "Nothing at all. Just wanted to get this done and out of the way. That's all."
Frank glanced back at the papers, narrowed his eyes and then returned his attention back to Darrien. "You've been acting odd since you and your sister…"
"Stepsister," Darrien interjected, though not sure why. He simply felt he needed to make the distinction.
His father nodded. "Yes. Well. Stepsister, came back from your little vacation together."