“If my legs work.” I hear her soft giggle. “I’m trying to get out of the bed now, and my muscles are not working all that well.”
I hold back my prideful laugh. “The way they were shaking this morning I’m not surprised.”
Gerald comes and plops down in the chair next to my desk to finish up some paperwork on a bust from last night.
“Baby, I have to go. I’ll be there soon. Call or text if you need me though. I’ll keep my phone right here.”
“Alright. I’ll crawl to the kitchen then to the tub.”
We wrap it up, and I turn to Gerald.
“You look like hammered shit.” He takes a bite of a bagel smeared with cream cheese and hands me a full steaming cup of coffee. “You look like you need that more than me.”
I think of giving him shit back, but instead, I take the coffee feeling the effects of several sleepless and very sex filled nights with Jessie.
“Thanks. You get that report in?” I take a sip and feel the hot liquid slip down my throat.
“I did. You get yourself into something too, huh?”
I don’t know if it’s my lack of sleep or the bit of glint in Gerald’s eye, but I’m immediately pissed at his innuendo.
“You even think about her in any way other than you would your own mother I’ll set you on your ass, my friend.”
Gerald throws his hands up on a hoot.
“Jesus Torin.” He looks around then presses his hands to his knees leaning toward me. “Your monk status is officially terminated, my friend. I’m happy as fuck for you. Honestly, I was beginning to wonder if you were playing for the other team. Would be fine with me, just seemed you’ve been out of the game so long, wasn’t sure what was up.”
“Well, you don’t have to wonder anymore, okay?” I set the coffee down and fight the urge to text Jessie and ask her for a picture of her in the bathtub then resolve to at least wait until Gerald is gone.
We finish up some details on the closing of the paperwork from last night, and he makes his way back to his desk.
I’m wrapping things up, and I shoot a text to Jessie.
Me: Baby, are you out of the tub?
I wait.
Fuck, I hate waiting. It’s as though every moment we are apart, I feel I’m missing so much. If I could either be with her or have a live audio/video feed of what she’s doing every second I’m not with her I would.
Thirty-seconds and ten gray hairs later she answers.
Jessie: Just getting out. Felt so nice. Nicer with you.
My cock jerks thinking of her naked and wet and missing the opportunity to be there with her.
Me: Take a picture Blossom. I want to see my beautiful, clean, wet girl.
Jessie: ?? Okay, one sec.
A moment later there’s a picture of her smiling, standing by the tub which is still full of water and bubble bath. Her tits with rose-colored hard nipples and her hair slicked back and dripping down her luscious curves.
Me: Thank you, baby. I will be there in about twenty minutes. Don’t get dressed. Be on the bed when I come in. Legs open, head on the pillow. I want to walk in and see the beauty of what’s mine waiting for me.
Jessie: As you wish.
At her words, cum seeps out of the end of my cock, and I need to get out of here before I embarrass myself in front of my co-workers. Luckily, my schedule is flexible, and I can come and go as I please. I’ve worked probably eighty to a hundred hours a week for years, so I don’t feel bad taking some time for myself now that I’ve found something that feels more important than work.
As I’m heading out the door, my phone dings and I look down.
“Fuck.” I grit out when a picture of Jessie comes up. I scan around me making sure no one else can see.
She’s there, on the bed, legs open with the message below the picture, “Ready and waiting to be licked.”
My balls seize up, my mouth waters, and I’m in my truck peeling out of the parking lot nearly running down a couple of my colleges as I speed toward home and my own personal heaven.
“You’re like a fucking drug.” I lap at the slick opening drinking from her and feeling drunk on the way she reacts to my mouth.
Her back arches as I sink a finger inside her, pressing upward into the rough patch of skin and taking her clit between my lips.
She moans my name, and I’m a king among kings. Her blonde hair spills across the bed, light gleaming through the tall window casting shadows over her lush form.
I want to fuck her hard. Fast. I want to take her like a dog, but I fight off the urge because I want to enjoy this slowly this time. Watch her face as she cums, her eyes half closed, and sounds dripping from her wet lips that only I will ever hear.