Almost.
* * *
Marissa added dressing to the salad and tossed it, then served up a big helping of the casserole onto a large plate for him, with salad in a heap beside it, and a more modest amount for herself. She carried the plates and cutlery to the living room and set his in front of him.
Sitting beside him totally naked watching a movie, with him fully clothed beside her, had her highly aroused. She had expected him to command her to do something sexual. At least to suck his big cock, but instead he’d simply watched the movie as if he hadn’t even known she was there, let alone sitting beside him in the nude. She’d had to fight the urge to stroke her nipples, as much to entice him as to give in to their need to be touched.
But she had held herself back.
She wasn’t sure if it was because she wanted to please him by being totally submissive, or because she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of letting him know she was aroused.
He began to eat as they continued to watch the movie.
“This is very good,” he said.
“Thank you.” His praise pleased her more than she would have thought.
They continued to eat in silence and once they were done, she gathered up the plates and carried them into the kitchen. She started running the water to wash the dishes.
“Leave those.”
She turned off the tap. As she returned to the living room, she noticed he’d started another movie.
“Come over here,” he said.
As she stepped close, he gestured to the floor. “Sit here, by my knee.”
She sank onto the floor in front of the couch and sat down, her legs to one side. He drew her back until she leaned against his knee. As they watched the movie, periodically he would run his hand over her hair, and sometimes he ran his fingers along the side of her neck in an affectionate caress, sending tingles through her.
She found herself longing for his touch. She could barely concentrate on the movie, willing him to stroke her again. Willing him to want her.
Finally, the movie came to an end and she was primed for what was to come. Would he command her to stroke his big cock? Or was he as turned on as she was and would push her flat on the floor and mount her with one deep thrust, then drive her to ecstasy?
As the credits rolled by, he flicked the television off.
“I’m heading for bed.” He stood up and she stood, too, anticipation welling inside her. “After you finish the dishes, you can go to bed, too. I’ll be in the master bedroom at the end of the hall. You can sleep in either of the other two bedrooms.”
Shock vaulted through her at his words. He didn’t want to ravage her in a fit of horny need? Had her nakedness had no affect on him whatsoever?
But she was sure she’d seen a bulge in those jeans of his.
Maybe. She thought she had when he’d stood up.
It didn’t really matter. Whether he had or hadn’t, he was banishing her to do dishes then sleep in another room.
Dejectedly, she walked into the kitchen and filled the sink with soapy water as he disappeared down the hall. She put away the extra food and washed up the dishes. Once she was done, she walked to the hall and turned into the bedroom on the right.
It had a big, comfy-looking bed, a big armchair in the corner, a dresser for her clothes, if she’d had any with her, and even an attached bathroom.
It had everything she could want. Except a big man in the bed.
Except Killer.
* * *
Killer awoke to the feel of a warm, soft body next to him. Delicate fingers moved on his cock, stroking it to life. He sucked in a breath.
“What are you doing in here? I said you could sleep in one of the other two bedrooms,” he said.
“I took that as more of a guideline than a command.” She squeezed his hardening cock in her soft hand. “And you didn’t say I couldn’t sleep in here.”
Not that sleep was what she seemed to have in mind.
He debated whether to send her back to her room, but her fingers gliding over his cock had him hard and horny.
He had realized that his affectionate touches last night had left her aroused and needy. And he had wanted her fiercely. That’s why he had tried to keep a distance in the end. He wasn’t used to wanting a woman so badly, and he wanted to clamp down on the need, especially with this woman.
She shifted and then he felt her warm mouth glide over his cockhead and he suppressed a groan. She glided up and down, taking him deep into her throat each time.
He cupped her head, then pulled her tight against him, stilling her movements. He was so close, he was ready to burst. Sitting beside her naked form all evening and stroking her soft hair and silken neck, had left him in a constant state of arousal. With her mouth on his cock now, he was on a hair trigger, ready to blow at any second.