“Shit! Connie, baby, you know how I like it.”
I release his dick from my mouth, grab it with my hand, and smack my face with the hardness of the shaft. I moan as I release my inhibitions and attack his penis the way I want. I gobble and twirl his cock, spinning my tongue around the head and the shaft without releasing it from my mouth.
“Damn, baby, you’ve been holding out,” I hear Keith say.
I hold him by his athletic, tight ass and pull him further into my mouth. I suck harder and go up and down on his loaded pistol. He gets it and begins to hump my mouth.
“Yeah, baby, take what you want, Connie.”
I moan and suck his cock even harder, spinning it in and out of my mouth, jerking it with my hand, stimulating every inch from the tip to the base. I hear what I’ve often heard from him.
“Shit! Baby, I’m gonna cum, don’t stop.”
I continue to eat his meat like it’s the best damn steak I’ve ever had. Suddenly, he removes my hand and takes over with his own. I feel his dick swell even larger as he takes his final slow, long strokes in my mouth. Then suddenly, he retracts from my mouth, points his shooter at me, lets out a loud grunt, and fires his hot load all over my face. I squint to keep his cum from getting in my eyes and try to watch him through the tiny space I leave between my lashes. I want to see his expression during this first experience. He continues to shoot the final remains of his orgasm and I get a glimpse of his closed eyes and concentrating face. He seems to be in another world. I wait until he opens them and then I let him see me rub his moisturizer into my skin and lick the remnants from my fingers.
“Thanks for my pearly shower. It was all that and a bag of chips,” I tell him.
“I’ll say. You make me weak in the knees. Pearly shower, huh?”
“Yeah, that’s what I called it in my dream.”
“I like that,” he replies.
He lowers his body over me, takes his big-ass dick into his right hand and fondles my genitals until his giant is full length again. He’s always good for multiple orgasms. That’s another thing that I love about him.
“Well, baby, you know what I want.” He flips my legs over his shoulders, points my pussy to the ceiling, hovers above me and places his thick, long dong in me, one inch at a time, in deep, in deeper, in all the way. Suddenly, I feel his dick consume the center of me and we fuck like rabbits all night long; strength and stamina, what these two healthy bodies can do.
I stretch and rise with the early-morning Saturday sun. The rays feel warm and fresh against my naked body as I walk into the bathroom to start my day. I turn on the shower and brush my teeth while the shower water warms to the perfect steamy temperature. After a few minutes, I step into the shower and begin to lather. Through the glass doors I watch Keith enter, stand over the toilet, and drain his lizard to start his day.
I yell, “Are you joining me this morning?”
He doesn’t answer which is strange. Usually he’s only quiet in the mornings during the week when he’s thinking about his workday and all he wants to get done. On the weekend, he’s more easygoing and talkative. He opens the shower door, steps inside, takes the washcloth out of my hands, and scrubs my back in a circular motion. I close my eyes and enjoy the tender side of him. Moments after washing my back and shoulders, he asks, “Connie, do you love me?” I’m glad my back is to his chest because my mouth unintentionally falls open. Where the hell did that come from? We don’t walk around saying I love you often like some couples. He tells me once every blue moon, never twice in a row like last night and now. And I make it a practice never to tell a man I love you first and surely not often. They’ll eat that mess alive and think they have you sprung. If Keith tells me I love you, then I’ll tell him. But this time he’s asking about it again like he has doubts. I’m sure my dream registered with him and now he’s questioning his manhood. How many people would take kindly to their mate dreaming about some other person? Not many and certainly not Keith, even if he did fulfill my fantasy. I compose myself and face him.
“Keith, sweetie, of course I love you. You know that.” I seal my words with a soft kiss under the warm waterfall. He presses his forehead against mine and continues, “Connie, do I satisfy you?”
I press my 36DDs against his chest and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Keith, you are the smartest, kindest, most loving and giving man I’ve ever known. Yes, baby, you satisfy me.”
“Are you sure?” He sounds like he’s troubled.
“Yes, sweetie, I’m more than sure. I told you that I enjoyed you fulfilling my fantasy.”
“Yeah, but you had it with some other cat first.”
“Keith, it was a dream. I was too embarrassed to tell you and it just played out that way.”
He stands silent looking at me. I gotta get his mind off of this. I cup his testicles in my hand and stroke his long shaft. I kiss him passionately across his wet chest, up and down his neck. I suck his earlobes and whisper, “I love you, Keith Nelson.” I break my rule because desperate measures call for desperate action. He can’t doubt me. Nothing can disrupt the flow of me being his platinum princess. Finally, he shows a sign of belief and relief. I’m happy to see I’ve won his thoughts over again. We bathe each other under the waterfall and enjoy a sensual shower together. Afterward, we dress and head to his friend Q’s barbecue on the east side of Buckhead to kick off our Saturday fun. Later we drive to the Pit and as usual, the crowd gets cranking after eleven o’clock.
***
Monday morning arrives quicker than I want, but I’m glad to be here to witness it, another day, and another dollar. Keith rolls over and greets me with a warm good-morning kiss. I cuddle next to him and think about our adventurous weekend, mainly about my dream and how it strangely brought us closer.
“Baby, what’s on your schedule today?” he asks while stroking my pubic hair.
“I don’t know ’cause boss lady is back in town. I’m sure she’s gonna want to catch up on what’s been happening in her absence, in spite of the fact that we emailed her daily.”
“Do you think you’ll be free for lunch?”