shame.”
“Yes, wouldn’t it?” I’m giving it my best effort as I try hard not to laugh, but it’s impossible to suppress it. “Do you have any idea how much fun you are?”
“In bed or out?” she smirks.
“Yes.”
“Awwwww, thanks! How sweet!” As she moves some food around on her plate, she says, “You’re getting a blow job tonight.” I drop my head and start to laugh. “What? What’s so funny?”
“You.” Our eyes meet and I hope she can see in mine all the feelings I have for her, bouncing around and careening off each other inside me. “The conversations we have are priceless. No one would believe some of them if I told them.”
“I know. So eat your dinner. You had one more sausage than I did, so I want yours to make up for it.” She grins and winks at me.
I’m laughing so hard that tears are almost rolling down my face. When I finally pull myself together enough to speak, I say, “I’d rather spend time with you than to do anything else on earth, no matter what we’re doing.”
Her smile is soft and shy. “I love you, Steffen. It’s like we were made to be together.”
“I know. It’s like we’ve always known each other.” I take another bite and realize she’s staring at me. “What?”
There’s a shrug followed by, “Oh, nothing,” as she picks up her fork and makes short work of the potato salad on her plate. I watch her and realize I’m the luckiest guy I know. Well, okay, maybe Clint’s got me beat, but not by much. This woman is amazing.
The clock catches my eye. “Damn! I’ve got to finish this and get it cleaned up. I want to watch the news. There was a big bank robbery this afternoon at a bank downtown and I want to see if they’ve caught the guy.” I’m gobbling up my food as fast as I can. The food is gone but before I can pick up my plate, she puts a hand on mine. “What?”
She tosses her head in the direction of the living room. “Go. I’ll clean up.”
“But are you sure you . . .”
“Go!” she demands and points toward the living room. I kiss her forehead and head that way.
They’re still talking about the robbery when she joins me on the sofa. “What happened?”
“Oh, some asshat walked into the Fidelity Bank and held them up at gunpoint. Didn’t hurt anybody, but they’re pretty sure it’s the same guy who robbed another one of their branches last week and a Citizens Savings Bank the week before.”
“At gunpoint?”
“Yeah. I don’t ever want any of my people exposed to that.” It worries me. Seems like our banks are the only local ones this guy hasn’t hit. “I’m calling my boss tomorrow to ask for more security at all our locations until this guy is caught.”
“Good idea.” Now they’re talking about some balloon launch in France, and Sheila drops to her knees in front of me. The care she’s putting into unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning and unzipping my pants is making me want her so much more; it’s like torture, a sweet torture. God, those pouty pink lips and big blue eyes are so fucking gorgeous and unbelievably sexy. Her small, soft hands around my dick harden it until I hurt, and she starts pumping up and down slowly, dragging out every movement. “You’re so hard, baby. Aching?”
I drop my head onto the back of the sofa. “Um-hum. Throbbing.”
“Dark too. Look at that. So big and hard.” She nibbles at the tip, runs her tongue into the slit, nibbles all the way down one side, around and underneath the base, and then up the other side. I know I’m moaning out loud, but I don’t care. It’s too damn good not to.
“Babe, take me in your mouth. Please. I can’t stand it anymore.” I see those luscious lips open wide and then my cock vanishes into her throat. It’s a beautiful sight, my manhood buried in that heat, her tongue trailing up and down its length. “You ever had your face fucked?” She nods. “Tolerate it?” There’s the sensation of her grinning around my shaft, and she
“Yes, wouldn’t it?” I’m giving it my best effort as I try hard not to laugh, but it’s impossible to suppress it. “Do you have any idea how much fun you are?”
“In bed or out?” she smirks.
“Yes.”
“Awwwww, thanks! How sweet!” As she moves some food around on her plate, she says, “You’re getting a blow job tonight.” I drop my head and start to laugh. “What? What’s so funny?”
“You.” Our eyes meet and I hope she can see in mine all the feelings I have for her, bouncing around and careening off each other inside me. “The conversations we have are priceless. No one would believe some of them if I told them.”
“I know. So eat your dinner. You had one more sausage than I did, so I want yours to make up for it.” She grins and winks at me.
I’m laughing so hard that tears are almost rolling down my face. When I finally pull myself together enough to speak, I say, “I’d rather spend time with you than to do anything else on earth, no matter what we’re doing.”
Her smile is soft and shy. “I love you, Steffen. It’s like we were made to be together.”
“I know. It’s like we’ve always known each other.” I take another bite and realize she’s staring at me. “What?”
There’s a shrug followed by, “Oh, nothing,” as she picks up her fork and makes short work of the potato salad on her plate. I watch her and realize I’m the luckiest guy I know. Well, okay, maybe Clint’s got me beat, but not by much. This woman is amazing.
The clock catches my eye. “Damn! I’ve got to finish this and get it cleaned up. I want to watch the news. There was a big bank robbery this afternoon at a bank downtown and I want to see if they’ve caught the guy.” I’m gobbling up my food as fast as I can. The food is gone but before I can pick up my plate, she puts a hand on mine. “What?”
She tosses her head in the direction of the living room. “Go. I’ll clean up.”
“But are you sure you . . .”
“Go!” she demands and points toward the living room. I kiss her forehead and head that way.
They’re still talking about the robbery when she joins me on the sofa. “What happened?”
“Oh, some asshat walked into the Fidelity Bank and held them up at gunpoint. Didn’t hurt anybody, but they’re pretty sure it’s the same guy who robbed another one of their branches last week and a Citizens Savings Bank the week before.”
“At gunpoint?”
“Yeah. I don’t ever want any of my people exposed to that.” It worries me. Seems like our banks are the only local ones this guy hasn’t hit. “I’m calling my boss tomorrow to ask for more security at all our locations until this guy is caught.”
“Good idea.” Now they’re talking about some balloon launch in France, and Sheila drops to her knees in front of me. The care she’s putting into unbuckling my belt and unbuttoning and unzipping my pants is making me want her so much more; it’s like torture, a sweet torture. God, those pouty pink lips and big blue eyes are so fucking gorgeous and unbelievably sexy. Her small, soft hands around my dick harden it until I hurt, and she starts pumping up and down slowly, dragging out every movement. “You’re so hard, baby. Aching?”
I drop my head onto the back of the sofa. “Um-hum. Throbbing.”
“Dark too. Look at that. So big and hard.” She nibbles at the tip, runs her tongue into the slit, nibbles all the way down one side, around and underneath the base, and then up the other side. I know I’m moaning out loud, but I don’t care. It’s too damn good not to.
“Babe, take me in your mouth. Please. I can’t stand it anymore.” I see those luscious lips open wide and then my cock vanishes into her throat. It’s a beautiful sight, my manhood buried in that heat, her tongue trailing up and down its length. “You ever had your face fucked?” She nods. “Tolerate it?” There’s the sensation of her grinning around my shaft, and she
Similar Books
