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The next morning, he wakes me up with roving hands that slide up and down my body, squeezing my breasts and pressing his morning erection against my butt. I smile to myself and turn over, and he has this gleam in his eyes that promises so much…
He really is very good at this. I guess all that practice does make perfect.
I stiff-arm him when he tries to kiss me. "You have to let me brush my teeth first."
"All right," he says with a laugh. "Women…"
I escape his arms and grab my bag. I've thought ahead and have squirreled away a fresh pair of undies and a toothbrush in it so I can avoid the dreaded morning breath, and be able to go straight to the hospital when I want to.
Jon follows me into the bathroom and brushes his teeth as well. The two of us stand side by side and brush our teeth and it amuses me that we're both naked. He's definitely interested, his cock – his very ample cock – stiffening while he stands beside me. His eyes move over my body and I know he's already planning how he'll take me and make me come several times before I can leave.
That's fine with me.
I finish brushing and then rinse, before standing in wait while he finishes. He rinses and spits, then grabs me, and I can't help but giggle when he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck.
"Hey," he says, in mock protest. "No laughing. Only moans and groans of pleasure from now on."
"I like laughing." I wrap my arms around his neck and sigh when he starts to lick my neck, his tongue moving in small circles, making me think of where else I want that tongue to be.
He pulls me into the shower – a two-person version with amazing shower heads on the ceiling and walls. After the water starts, we stand beneath its soft warm stream and get wet, then he starts to lather me up, his hands soapy. "Let me do you first, then you can do me."
"Okay," I say and close my eyes when he begins to wash me, his soap-slick hands moving over my body, my shoulders, my breasts, and then down between my thighs and buttocks. His fingers linger between my thighs, stroking me, working me up and then he takes the shower head off the wall and rinses me off.
When he's done washing me, I wash him, following the same pattern, spending time on his nice thick erection and balls. He leans against the wall with me between his outspread arms, his eyes on mine as I stroke him.
"That's enough," he says, his voice thick and throaty with lust. I rinse him off and then we stand together in the shower stall, the warm water pouring down over his back. He kneels and lifts one of my thighs over his shoulder and does what he promised, making me come the first time with his mouth. When I'm finished, he shuts off the water, slips on a condom he removes from a drawer in the vanity and fucks me while we're still in the shower. By the time we're both finished, panting from the force of our orgasms, my fingers and toes are all wrinkled.
We dry each other off and it's tender and wordless.
Then, when we're both dry, Jon pulls me into his arms and kisses me, and his kiss is equally tender rather than needy, the way it was before we fucked.
"I could get used to this," he says, his mouth against my neck. "Like every day and night."
"My skin would stay permanently pruney."
He laughs and pulls me more tightly against his body and we rock together, enjoying the warmth of our bodies pressed together.
"Time to go back to the real world," I say and kiss him briefly before pulling out of his arms. "I want to go and see my mom."
"Okay," he says. "I'll let you go, but you have to know that when you step foot into my apartment, you're mine. You do what I say when I say it. You take your clothes off when I tell you and you spread those delicious thighs when I tell you."
"Your wish is my command," I say playfully. "I hope you'll give me a break now and then to come up for air and for food."
Jon laughs. "I'll cook you dinner tonight so don't worry about going hungry."
"Sounds perfect."
I get dressed and so does Jon, the two of us pulling on clothes and talk
ing about the upcoming business meeting we have with one of our suppliers. We're thinking of ramping up production on one of our drones, so we need more parts and we're sourcing more if our current supplier can't keep up.
When I'm finished dressing, I grab my bag and go to the front door.
Jon stops me, putting his arms around my waist and pulling me against his hips.
"Will you be in at work this afternoon?"
"I have lunch with Marina and a friend from Stanford, but afterward."
