Oh for fuck’s sake.“Don’t cry. Suds has a cough, nothing more.”
I hold my smartphone in the air. “Sebastian, for the love of everything holy, tell her you’re not about to kick the bucket.”
“Mia, I’m fine.” Sitting on the top step, he kicks off his shoes and socks, then slips out of his clothes.
With heart thumping, mouth dry, and clit on fire, I do well to not hang up. “Honey. I don’t know what you heard but he doesn’t have the coronavirus and even if he catches it, I’m sure he’ll be fine. I got to go.”
“My m-m-other said he was going to die.” My cousin sniffles as I run up the stairs and remove my sneakers.
“I will call you in a few. I promise but, I ah… got to do some, ah… stuff to do right now. Computer stuff. Work stuff. You know, private detective stuff. Give the phone back to your sister.”
“You can always come live with us again if he passes.”
“He’s not fucking dying, okay? Goodbye.”God, if you love me, pleeeaase help me to hang up.
“Hello? Sorry about that, Sam.” Rose’s voice returns as I reach the loft where my husband lies.
Grinning, he puts his hands behind his head, spreads his legs, and his cock springs up.
Obviously, I need this ridiculous conversation to end. “Bye, now. Remember. Not a word about the wedding.”
“Lips locked.”
“K. Talk later.” If anyone else has an emergency, it will just have to wait. On second thought, I reach into Suds’ jeans and turn his off his as well.
Then, I shimmy out of my pants and straddle his thighs. “Thanks for waiting.”
He chuckles. “Damn, girl. What took you so long?”
“I had to talk Mia off a ledge. She’s convinced the devil has come knocking for you.”
He rolls us both over, his heavy cock on my abs, elbows at my ears. “But I am dying. Dying to be deep inside you.”
Nibbling on an ear, he moves down my neck, my collar bone, and focuses on my breast. Every time he sucks, flashes of desire shoot to my clit, and I squirm for more. His tongue flicks over my hardening nipple until it perks up toward the ceiling.
He pinches the taut tip while he laps the other. Writhing, I arch, hoping by pressing into him, he’ll speed things up but he’s determined to take it slow.
His short beard scratches the sensitive skin by my belly button, his mouth lowers between my legs, and his hands squeeze my butt.
Moaning as his busy tongue drives me wild, my center swells, about to bust. One lick more and I’m gone.
“Suds, please.”
He pauses with his dark eyes focused on my core, and blows warm air until I almost lose my mind. Then, he places a knuckle in me, twists, and stops.
I need to come so badly, I reach down to take care of things myself but he slaps my hand aside.
“Patience.” Turning me onto my knees, his clever fingers slide across my sensitive areas until my budding orgasm bursts into fireworks behind my eyelids.
I scream, shudder, and buck back as he replaces his digits with his wide, thick, member. In one fast thrust, he dives so deep air whooshes out of my lungs.
Orgasmic pulses begin anew as he impales me to the core. Reaching between my legs, I grab his thighs and dig in my nails.
“Ah…” He grabs my hips, tugs me closer, and thrusts faster.
The mattress slides while we speed up our pace.
“Fuck, sugar. Fuck.” He empties into me with such force, I almost weep from the sheer power and collapse onto the sheets barely noticing his weight.
