He’s close enough that even without my glasses, I can see him clearly. I kind of want to glare, but nah. I feel too good to glare.
“I kinda want to stay in bed today. Want to call out?” Voss asks.
I sigh. “Can’t. Have a showing this morning.”
“Someone else can’t take it, huh?”
I hum and shake my head. “They already treat me weird since I’m in the office that belongs to a Van Doren. I’d rather not make it seem like I get special privileges.”
“You do. I’m not sucking any of them off.”
I huff and roll my eyes. “If there’s nothing pressing going on after, I can come home early and we can get back into bed.”
“Fine. I suppose I’ll accept that as a compromise.”
“Good. That’ll give me time to regain my strength and give you the same intense orgasm later.”
“Promising me a good time to distract me from going to work. Okay, okay.”
I grin and allow myself to relax into his hold. His hand moves over my stomach, chest, and down between my legs. I shiver at his touch, but kind of love that I don’t feel averse to it. I can’t remember a single time with a partner in the past where I welcomed their touch between my legs. Soft, hard, somewhere in between… it was all the same. I didn’t want their hands on me.
Voss is different. Ienjoyhim fondling me. Examining me. Exploring, tracing, and getting me hard. I almost never mind when he wants to touch. And when I do mind, he doesn’t make me feel bad when he takes his hand away.
Maybe that’s why I enjoy his touch. That might be why I enjoy his company as a whole.
His hand remains on my junk, moving his fingers and palm over my goods like he does with his fidget toys as he leans down to kiss me. This is my life now. I love this. I love everything about this. Never in my wildest dreams did I think this was what my life could look like.
Voss’ finger concentrates over the tip of my dick, rubbing my slit in a strangely sensual way. It sends tingles throughout my body, even as his fingers toy with my balls. Who knew that balls were fun to play with? Arguably, the funnest part to play with on the human body.
Far too soon, Voss picks his head up. “It kind of sucks having responsibilities,” he says.
I nod. I have no idea what time it is, but I know we climbed into the shower around seven, and we’ve been here for a hot minute. I truly do need to get to work.
We help each other up, though he’s doing most of the helping. My legs still feel like limp noodles. He knows how to empty my balls for sure.
Even knowing we got up with the intent to get ready for the day, we remain wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing and embracing under the hot spray of water. Neither of us is in a hurry. My appointment isn’t until eleven, so it isn’t like I’m risking being late yet.
This turns into the longest shower we share. It doesn’t turn sexual again, but we’re not finished touching. Everywhere our hands can reach. Our mouths stay locked together, alternating between slow and sweet and heated.
Eventually, we climb out and dry off. I no longer feel like a limp noodle but a wrinkly prune. I join Voss in the nursery as hereleases the nanny from duty for now and gets Axl ready for the day. Mostly, I just watch him. He never asks me for help. I’m not sure if that’s so he doesn’t feel like he’s putting pressure on me or because he feels like he needs to do it on his own.
Sometimes, I choose an outfit, though. Axl has such adorable clothing, and I swear, he rarely wears something more than three times. He’s growing so damn fast. Dr. Mark says he’s in the top 90% of infants his age.
I find that interesting because he still looks so damn small. I can’t imagine infants being even smaller at three months old.
My god, he’s three months old! Where has the time gone?
“You think the school your dad is building will be ready for him when he’s old enough?” I ask.
Voss looks at me. “Yep. It’ll be ready for Emmy in a couple years.”
“Really? He’s barely broken ground.”
“Don’t underestimate Dad. Now that he has all the permits and shit in order, that thing is going to materialize overnight. Just you wait.”
Hmm. I should take weekly peeks at it. Maybe I’ll take a detour to the site this morning, just to see the progress.
“You think your dad is okay?” I ask.
