"Baby, stop." I ignore his plea, pull back and do it again, sucking him further into my throat this time. "Enough!" he practically yells. He grabs me under my arms and lifts me. My mouth pops as I'm pulled off him. He plants me on the bench and kneels down in front of me. He spreads my labia and immediately sucks my swollen clit into his mouth. I start to grind myself against his face.
"Oh, Duncan, please," I scream as I orgasm. He lifts me up and pushes me against the wall as he enters me. God, I love it when he loses control. He's pistoning himself into me, his hips are moving so fast.
He growls. "Baby, God what you do to me. I want to be so deep in you all the time." He starts to slow his pace and I feel another orgasm coming. He leans down and sucks my nipple into his mouth, hard, and I'm gone. I feel like I'm flying. I scream his name over and over.
"Maya, yes," he groans and comes with me. My pussy isconvulsing around his cock and I feel him shooting jets of semen into me.
He holds me against the wall for a moment. I feel his cock still in me. He pulls out, lowers my legs, and starts to wash me off. This man insists on taking care of me. Can I let him do it? I want him to, but can I? It has been just me for so long. Yeah, I have Greg and Derek, but I even keep them at arm's length. I look at him and he's looking at me with a small smile and a thoughtful look.
"What're you thinking, Duncan?" I ask worriedly.
"Don't freak out, baby, okay?"
"Okay." I hope I can keep that promise.
"I was thinking how nice it would be to have morning showers like this all the time."
I pause. He's thinking along the same lines I sort of was. I smile at him. How do I say this?
"I wish that were possible." Immediately, his face falls.
"We need to get ready," he says gruffly. I see the disappointment in his face and grab his arm.
"I didn't say I don't want it, Duncan. I just don't know how to make it happen yet. I'm not ready to give up my job, and I couldn't stand the thought of you giving up yours."
"I know, Maya, but, baby, I can't go another six months like these last. I want to be with you all the time, not just on random weekends. I'll also not be able to handle seeing you with someone else."
"I only want you, Duncan. That's a certainty. I'm not seeing anyone else and I don't want to."
"Who were you texting yesterday?" I have to tell him. I have to give him a little of me.
"I was texting Derek and Greg to let them know I landed safely."
"Why?"
"They're like my family there. Derek is my friend and Greg is his father." Honestly that should work.
"What? I knew about Greg, but his son is your partner?" He looks confused.
"Yes, someday I'll explain more, but please believe me. They're my closest friends there. Okay?"
"Okay."
We finish washing and get ready to head to James’s place. I decide to wear a white sweater dress with a shawl jacket in tan and my knee-high boots. I feel a little overdressed for brunch, but I know this is perfect. He's watching me dress and smiles when he sees the complete look. I start to put my knife in my boot and he laughs, shakes his head, and turns around. I put on only a minimal amount of makeup and braid my hair into a long plait down my back.
"You've panties on right, baby?"
"Yes, honey, I couldn't torture you like that at your father's. Besides, I wouldn't be able to sit still with you in the room and me with no panties. I'd also be afraid to bend over in this outfit." He laughs again and hugs me to him, kissing me.
"You're so beautiful. This is an old-style jacket. I haven't seen one like it in a while."
"Thank you, you aren't so bad yourself. It was my father's jacket. I always loved it and it keeps him close to me."
He's wearing a similar outfit to the first time I met him. He's in black slacks, a gray Henley, and a black jacket. His dark hair is pushed back from his face and he's unshaven again. I like thecomplete look; it appears like I just had my hands in his hair and I want the burn on my thighs from his scruff. I'm pretty sure he knows what I'm thinking, because he groans as he grabs my hand and pulls me out of the flat.
We're at James's for an early brunch. He thinks I just got off a plane. I know I don't look like I did, and he looks thoughtfully at Duncan. I guess Duncan is right, we can't lie to them anymore.
"Darling, is my son treating you okay?" I choke on my tea. "Maya, are you alright?" He reaches across to hand me a napkin as I set my teacup down.
