Her mouth is agape as she stares at me, banged up and half-naked. Though my ego says she’s ogling how sexy I am without clothes, I’m certain she’s trying not to blow a gasket because I’ve done like ten things in a row that I wasn’t supposed to and now I’m paying for it immensely.
“Caine Andrew Sonnier,” she grits through her teeth.
I offer a sheepish smile and blink the tears back from my eyes.
She steps closer, inspecting my wounds. “Could you possibly put new bandages on for me?” I ask.
She glares at me and then her face softens. She opens the cabinet beneath the sink and pulls out a box that the hospitalmust’ve given her. It’s got everything she needs to patch me up good as new. She sprays something on it and it stings like hell. I suck air in through my teeth and Lilly smirks in reaction.
“Sorry,” she says without any conviction.
“No you’re not,” I chuckle.
Lilly laughs and shakes her head. “You’re right, I’m not.”
She applies the bandages and gets me set up good as new.
“I’ve got to leave this evening,” I tell her, waiting for the blow up that I’m sure is about to occur.
“Okay. Am I coming with you?” She asks calmly.
I shake my head. “Not this time, love.”
She nods. “Okay. I know that you wouldn’t be leaving if you didn’t absolutely have to be. Check in with me, okay?”
“I will, baby. I will. I promise.”
She takes me at my word and kisses me before leaving me alone in the bathroom.
Bud dog comes prancing into the bedroom as I’m sifting through clothes in my closet to get ready. Solid black tee and an old pair of blue jeans that I need to throw out anyway are my choice of outfit for the occasion.
I sit on the chaise lounge and pull on my blue jeans. Buddy hops onto it beside me, barely fitting in the space available. I pet his head and hug him with my good arm.
“Good boy, Bud. You gotta be the man of the house while I’m gone and make sure your mom is in good shape, okay?” I say, petting him. He rests his head into my hand, waiting for more scratches.
I oblige and then slip on my t-shirt, careful to avoid Bud after I’m dressed because his hair is like glitter confetti, especially to a black shirt.
Lilly crinkles a treat bag from the kitchen and Buddy runs into the kitchen with a clumsy speed. He nearly slides into the cabinet when he tries to stop himself because of the lack oftraction on the tile floor. I chuckle and shake my head. "It's a lot harder to stop a hundred pounds than he realizes," I say, watching Lilly toss him a treat.
He chews it thoroughly in a solid two seconds before he's ready for another. Lilly tosses him one more before closing the bag and putting it back into what is now known as the treat cabinet. With her back to me, I slip my arms around her waist, careful not to squeeze with my bum shoulder. I rest my chin on her shoulder and breathe in her sweet scent.
"I can't wait to call you my wife," I whisper, kissing the soft skin of her neck.
Lilly's breath hitches and she leans further into me, pressing her perfect ass against my growing erection. My hands drop to her waist over the silky fabric of her pajama shorts. They're loose, barely hanging onto her figure and making my plans so fucking easy. I slide my hand beneath the bottom hem of her shorts with ease. My fingers move the thin fabric of her underwear aside to find her hot cunt ready for me already.
My other hand glides across the smooth skin of her abdomen to her breasts that are, to my surprise, free from constraint. I roll one of her nipples between my fingers ever so gently just as I dip one finger inside of her. Her short breaths have me so fucking turned on, listening to her being pleasured by my hands. I pump my finger slowly in and out, in a steady rhythm. Long, slow strokes all the way in then all the way out to circle her clit. Her fingernails dig into the skin of my forearm while her other hand braces the cabinet in front of us.
"Oh, fuck," she hisses. Her orgasm is building and I can't wait to watch her fall apart on me. She moves her hips against my hand, matching the rhythm I set until she comes hard, her body twitching as she moans loud. Her hands are both on the wall as she pants, pulling air in and out as the aftershocks of her orgasm continue to wrack through her body.
Lilly grips my arm and removes my hand from her shorts. Spinning around she drops to her knees and unbuttons my jeans. She sucks me into the back of her throat and it's the most fucking amazing feeling in the goddamn world. She bobs her head up and down, viciously sucking my cock like her life depends on it. I find myself gripping the back of her head and urging her on. The warm, wet feeling of the inside of her mouth is making me desperate for my release.
I move with her mouth, angling inside her mouth to hit the back of her throat. She gags and moans on my cock, the vibration sends me over the edge. I spill down her throat with a grunt and see stars in the process.
"God damn, baby," I huff, trying to catch my breath.
Lilly wipes the side of her mouth and rises from her kneeling position. She kisses me on the cheek and ducks around the bridge of my arms. I exhale and immediately feel the pang in my shoulder. It now has its own heartbeat. The throbbing gets more and more intense as I lower my arms and lean down to pull my jeans up.
"Now, if you're good and don't make me wait too long until you return, we'll do that again but better," she winks, submerging her hands in the dishwater at the sink. Presumably returning to the chore she was working on before I came out here.
