After the sex, we cuddled a little bit and watched a British mystery on BritBox. I subscribed the night after we first watched Agatha Christie at her place. I surprised her today by showing her how many different options she had. We stuck with Agatha Christie, but the detective was Poirot instead of Marple. Plus, it was one she’d never seen before, so that put us on level playing ground when it came to figuring out who-done-it.
Not to brag, but I had the killer figured out before Willa did. She’s a bit miffed by that, but there’s nothing wrong with a little stiff competition between lovers, am I right?
As Willa gets dressed, I’m making dinner. I’m going with baked mahi mahi, rice, and steamed veggies for dinner. I chose that because I saw Mary’s famous French Silk pie in the fridge and thought it’d be wise to eat light for dinner so I could consume double the pie. God, I love French Silk pie, and Mary’s is the bomb.
We’re not dining alone either. Brent and Harmony are joining us. Willa hasn’t met either of them yet, so I’m hoping she likes them as much as I do. It’s important that they like each other. Very important.
“That shower is wonderful.” I smile at the sound of her voice. Turning, I see her emerge from the spare bedroom in a robe I loaned her and wet hair piled on top of her head in messy bun.
“I’m glad you like it. But you need to move your stuff into the main bathroom. That shower is even better.” There are four jets and a rain showerhead.
“I remember.”
Oh, right. We messed around in there once. We need to do that again.
“What time are your friends going to get here.”
I glance at the clock. “Any time now.”
“I’d better finish getting ready.” Willa turns to return to the bedroom, but I step around the counter.
“Don’t you think you should kiss the cook before you go?”
“Oh.” She leans in. “Absolutely.”
The kiss is slow and sensual. I’ve got her up against the wall in seconds, the spatula I was holding is on the floor. Instead of holding that, I’ve got my hands on her ass beneath the robe. “I’m pretty sure we’ve got time for a quickie,” I say between kisses.
“You think?”
“Worth a try.”
Instead of doing what I expect, like her tearing off her robe to reveal that sexy body, Willa drops to her knees and reaches for my belt.
“Oh, shit.”
“I’ve only done this once. Bear that in mind.”
“Duly noted.” Honest to God, she could suck at this, no pun in intended, and I’d still love that she tried. I stare down as she unzips my jeans and tugs. I help her until my dick pops free. I’m hard already. Just the thought of her lips on me is enough.
Without missing a beat, Willa’s lips wrap around the head of my cock and I’m a fucking goner. When she licks the tip, then down the vein on my shaft, I go blind with lust. Leaning forward, I place my left palm on wall for support. I run my right hand through her wet hair and watch my dick, well, half it, slip into her mouth. “Jesus, honey. Fuck. That’s perfect.”
She does it again, and this time I get a little deeper and when she sucks, I nearly fall, so I widen my stance giving myself the best chance of survival.
“Do that again. Suck my cock, Willa.”
When she hums out an affirmative type of noise, I know I’m not going to last. If she’s only done this once, I can only imagine how good she’ll be with more practice because she’s a goddamn natural.
With my hand firmly in her hair, I reach down and fondle her bare breast. Her robe has fallen open during our little interlude, and I’m not sorry. I watch her lips bring me to the brink. When I know I’m about to come, I pull out before it’s too late. She uses her hand to finish the job, allowing me the pleasure of coming on her amazing breasts. I'm panting, I came so fucking hard. “You’ve ruined me, Willa. You’ve fucking ruined me.”
I help her up from her kneeling position. “Glad to hear it.” She kisses me softly, then turns toward the spare bedroom. As she goes, she singsongs, “Something’s burning.”
“Shit.” I forgot I’d put some dinner rolls in the oven. Oh well, who needs bread when there’s pie?
Gone only a few minutes, when she steps out, she’s in that dress again. It cracks me up.
“What?”
“That dress.”
