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She didn't do that. She just kept staring at him. She knew he knew what she wanted but he hadn't offered to turn around so she could get up and dressed. She smiled at him. His eyes teased her igniting a fire inside her as he leaned against the door frame crossing his arms and ankles.
Either come back to bed with me now, or turn around so I can get dressed. What will it be Buster?
She couldn't help but tease him back. Although, if he wanted to come back to bed, she would've been more than happy to turn her words in to action.
"I do love a woman who speaks what’s on her mind." He laughed loudly as he turned around. His back to her, but she could strangely feel his eyes on her while she dressed.
"Okay, ready."
He turned back towards her and slowly walking closed the gap between them. Her breath caught as he lowered his mouth to her, kissing her gently, brushing his lips across hers ever so slowly. "Good morning Sweet." He whispered and gripped her hand, leading her into the kitchen.
Beautiful. Dark-colored, blended marble countertops, went perfectly with the stainless steel appliances. An island in the center of the room that angled on each end back. The smell of coffee lingered in the air.
"How do you like it?" And before she could answer he was putting sugar and cream in it and she wondered how he knew because she hadn't even had a chance to think it.
"You did and didn't. All the questions and answers can be heard before you hear them. They are all there within that sexy head of yours."
"How long of you have these,,," Her mind jolted to something more serious. Is this more than a one nighter?
"Yes?" He grinned. She raised an eyebrow at him as she sipped the coffee he just handed her. Delicious, hot, steamy, creamy and sweet. Just like their sex she thought.
"Sweet, with thoughts like that, you'll never get out of here." His voice deepened and she knew that he thought the same.
"I wouldn't complain." She was serious. How would that be such a bad thing? Mind blowing orgasms with a flick of his gift. No complaints would be heard from her.
"One, your kids would miss you. You would miss them. Taylor, there are things that I'm going to tell you that you're gonna find hard to believe. Are you sure you want to ask these questions? Here? Today?"
"Yes. I can handle it. I know last night appeared like it, but it just caught me off guard. I was expecting it." Come on spill the beans already.
"You're not going to expect the answers to your questions either."
"Try me. One question first. You love or hate?"
His face relaxed from a hard line, to smooth, easy, and flawless. "Love. I only love Taylor."
"Good. So, your eyes, they were red. One minute they are the darkest brown that I've ever seen, then green, then black, and then red. How do you do that?"
"They change with my mood."
Okay. You can hear what people think. Feel what people feel. Control their emotions. Give oh my God orgasms. And now your eyes change to reflect what mood you’re in.
"Well, they are dark most of the time. Turning when I'm upset or worried. Greener when I'm excited about something. Red when I am full of feelings. Those can be anger, rage, and you seen last night, the most wonderful feeling when I orgasm. It’s intense."
Taylor blushed. She couldn't believe she was having this conversation. "Okay, how long have you been able to do these gifts?" She was interrupted by the sound of her cell alerting her to the text. "Excuse me."
Tay,
You so owe me big time. I knew it would be an awesome night for you. As a matter of fact I knew he would be awesome. If he is attractive everywhere else? Do tell when you get home. Take your time. Me and the kids are watching cartoons having a ball. I told them you had to go and work today. I didn't think you wanted me to tell them that you are out, getting laid. LOL! Don't worry about anything. I got this. Love you and your inner Goddess back. ROTFLMAO!
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P. S. You should really name your Goddess something else. I did. Mine's Georgia. As in Georgia peach, sweet as pie. LOL
Liz
Liz
I'm sitting here having a strange conversation with Damien. I will get back with you later. I may not owe you anything after all. TTYL. Still love you not sure of the Georgia peach idea. We'll get back to you on that one. Maybe.
