She told me how she would love to go back to work, even if it’s only part time. Whatever makes her happy, was my response. Then she dove right in about not wanting to leave our son with a day care provider, not even her mom, who I know damn well would be more than happy to help. Nope, not Deidre. She’s bound and determined to work something out to where she can either work from home or take him with her.
The thought of her carrying my child turns me the fuck on. When she showed me pictures of her pregnant belly tonight, something inside of me caved, knowing she took care of him while he grew inside of her. I’m sorry I missed it. That’s for me to deal with, not her. She had every reason to stay away like she did. I can never fault her for that. What I can do is make life easier for her and our son.
What I need to do right now, though, is ease this sexual tension out of me before I storm into her room.
I remove the bars from my cock and place them on the nightstand next to the bed.
Bringing my hand back to my aching dick, I rub the come dribbling out of the tip, lubing up as best as I can. Stifling back the grown that wants to escape my mouth when the image of Deidre’s ass flashes in front of me, the curve of her soft hip, the soft bounce of her tits, I glide my hand up and down rigorously. The friction feels so fucking good. Deidre’s tight pussy would feel better. Hell, I know how it feels, like nothing else I’ve felt before. It’s wet, tight, and so fucking warm. And Christ, can she squeeze her muscles, draining every last drop out of me. I’ve never come so hard in my life as I did when I was with her.
“Fuck,” I roar, louder than I want to when my come squirts out of me, all over my hand and stomach. I breathe in and out, my chest rising and falling. That took less than two damn minutes. Hell, I lasted longer when I was a teenager, jacking myself off to images of my next door snooty neighbor’s older daughter.
Sitting up in the dark, I curse under my breath. I don’t have a damn thing in this room to clean up with. Fuck it. She’s in bed. Snagging my boxers off of the floor, I open the door gently, make my way to the bathroom across the hall, and quickly clean myself up.
I snag the washcloth and towel I used, shut off the light, and come to a complete halt when I hear moaning coming from her room.
Son of a motherfucker. Is she in there getting herself off? She sure the fuck is. I goddamn know it. I may have just jacked myself off to her image, but fuck this shit. No one touches her sweet pussy but me, not even her. If she’s going to come, then by god, it’s going to be me and only me who makes her.
I stalk down the hall toward her room, carelessly dropping the wash cloth and towel on the floor, including the stripped- off boxers I just put on.
Stopping outside her door, I lean my frowning forehead forward. My hand is tight on the doorknob. She’s moaning all right. I can hear her muffled gasps and the light buzzing noise from what I assume is a vibrator streaming through the thin wood separating me from her. My dick is hard once again from the sighs contorting out of her mouth, zapping straight to my motherfucking balls.
Thankful for my job and the many years of breaking into buildings, stores, and even homes, stealing people’s guns, I slowly twist the knob, step into the darkness, and shut the door without her even knowing I’m here.
All it takes is for my name to spill out of her mouth, and the words roll right off of my tongue. Thank you, Jesus for bringing this year-long fantasy to life.
“I love being your sexual fantasy, Deidre,” I speak honestly. The room is dark, but it does nothing to shield me from the all-pervading stare of her shocked face. I can picture it from where I’m standing, which is right at the foot of her bed. She. Is. Pissed. Well then, that makes two of us, and I’m about to tell her how pissed I am.
“You seriously did not just walk into my bedroom without my permission. GET OUT!” she yells.
“I’m not going anywhere. Why the fuck would you want some plastic vibrator that does a half-ass job of getting your sweet little pussy off, when what you really want is only a few feet away?” I state with pure sarcasm. It’s the truth, though. I’m all into kink. Hell, I’ll do anything in the bedroom, but for Christ sakes, there is no way in hell a plastic toy with fucking batteries can make her come like I can. I can build a damn castle with my tongue alone. She’s done using whatever the hell she’s been using. I storm to the side of the bed, reach for the light, and turn it on. Both of our eyes adjust to the light. Mine are bulging out of my head, taking in her naked body. Hers are mimicking mine when she takes me in. Fuck me hard and ride me harder. She’s more beautiful than I remember.