“You feel like a fucking warm glove around my dick and you look amazing. How do I feel, Ray? Tell me how I feel inside you.”
The roof of her mouth prickled and she put her hands around the back of his neck. His palms grasped her hips, ready to move her up and down on him, as if he was using her to get himself off. Her fantasy. To have someone take control like that who would make sure she felt good.
“I think I’ll come quick. You feel huge. It’s good, so good.”
She saw him looking at her breasts. “I’m going to make these bounce.” He started to lift her and then move her back down. Any attempt she made to help with the rhythm or take some of her weight with her legs was thwarted so she gave up and enjoyed the ride. The feel of his cock inside her as it swelled and then the pull of her orgasm as his dirty words, telling her what else he was going to do to her, how he was going to come on her tits, in her ass and wherever he wanted, pushed her over the edge.
His orgasm started as hers ended and she figured after that he’d held off to watch her. Immediately afterwards he held her as he’d done the night before, giving her kisses, soothing her with touch.
“You know what I say isn’t necessarily what I’m going tomakeyou do?” he said as he lay her on top of him.
“You mean you’re not actually going to fuck me in the ass with your humongous cock?” That fucker was going nowhere near, not without intense preparation and a lot of thought.
He chuckled. “Is that completely off the table?”
She attempted to smack him, but it was a poor effort even for a joke.
“Not right now. I’d think about it.”
“That surprises me. But I’m open to whatever fantasies you want to try out. But please don’t hold me to what I say when we’re having sex.”
“I get that. But thank you for the clarification.”
“You want to check out the guest suite shower before I have to put my dad hat back on?”
She grinned. Staying in bed all day would’ve been nice, but it wasn’t part of the offer. And besides, she’d rather have breakfast with Charlie, Harry and Sadie. Given their activities, having a shower was a decent plan or else she was going to smell suspiciously unfresh. “I think that’s a plan.”
He washed her tenderly,his big hands massaging in the body wash that had been left by a guest at some point.
“You’re going to smell the same as me.” She returned the favour, working quickly with her small fingers as she knew the kids would be waking soon, if they weren’t already.
“No one will notice. Charlie and Harry don’t even know what they smell like and Sadie will just think I stink like a princess.”
“I love how you are with your kids.”
It was an easy sentence to say to a single dad that you were hugely attracted to, but as a teacher she saw some pretty poor examples of parenting. Jonny didn’t claim to be perfect; there had been plenty of times over the last few years when he’d watched one of his children do something spectacularly weird and look at her as if to say how the fuck do I handle that? Which was fine. No child came with a manual on how to be parented, something she was trying to explain to Keren when she started worrying about the slightest of things.
Jonny laughed. “We’re a team. And they’re good little people. I’m having a chat with Charlie this morning.”
“What about?” This was good. Charlie needed to be able to trust himself to open up to his dad and not worry about making his dad worry. There was a lot to be said for being the oldest; she’d seen it with Scott.
“I think he wants to talk about you. That was the read I got last night before bed.”
Rayah nodded, her hands thoroughly washing Jonny’s pecs. “He’s worried about you being lonely.” It was betraying a confidence, but you didn’t keep children’s secrets. That was unhealthy for the child.
Jonny’s hands which were in her hair, even though she was pretty sure it was properly rinsed by now, paused. “He’s worried I’m lonely.”
“He didn’t say much, because it’s Charlie and he doesn’t do detail, but he was worried about you being on your own. He’s really perceptive.”
“Interesting.”
She tipped her head back and looked at him. “Why say it like that?”
“Because he said it to you.”
“He knows me well. Why not to me.”
“Ray, don’t be surprised if he’s trying to fix us up. Although that would be a pretty weird thing for an eleven-year-old to do, but then my kids are pretty weird.”
