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DREW
I’m excited for Sam to get home. It’s such a foreign feeling for me to actually look forward to seeing someone I feel like I’m in another world. I’ve made her favourite carbs, lasagna and fresh baked bread. I even completed my barn chores early so we had the evening together. I want to do all the cute couple things together and be that schmoopy kind of guy I’ve always laughed at.
I never realized how fulfilling a real relationship could be and how complete it could all feel.
I hear her drive in and park close to the house. Jack is doing his damn ridiculous braying at her from the barn. I smile because that donkey has it just as bad as I do for her. Except I don’t bray or honk at her to express myself. Instead, I cook and calm her anxiety and act as her personal cheerleader and hopefully get to sleep in her bed every night. Now that I’ve managed to buy out the condom section at the drugstore and have strips of them stashed everywhere, I won’t be lacking on places to “express” myself.
“Lucy, I’m home!” Sam calls out, laughing from the mudroom.
Wiping my hands on the dishcloth I stroll over to greet her properly. She looks tired, but she’s still the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen. I come up behind her as she’s hanging her coat and circle my arms around her waist, pressing soft kisses up her neck.
“I’m so glad you’re home. I made your favourite tonight.” I ghost my lips back down her neck.
She collapses back against my chest and stretches her neck over for me to continue, so I begin nibbling my way back up her neck. She breathes out a shuddering sigh.
“By my favourite, do you mean the main course is a naked Drew, and dessert will be whatever I can find that’s sweet in the fridge?”
I pause by her ear. Flicking my tongue, I slowly lick around the edge of her ear. I whisper softly, “I wasn’t planning on being the main course, but the menu can definitely change if the lady desires.”
My hands slide up the front of her shirt and I palm her gorgeous tits, grazing my thumbs over her nipples already pebbled with interest. She bumps her ass into my groin, softly moaning when she feels my hard cock. Spinning around, she wraps her arms around my neck, drawing me to her lips for a kiss. She’s kissing me with wild abandon, and I dish it back just as desperately. Moving her hands to my zipper, she quickly unzips my jeans, pushing them down my thighs. Dropping to her knees, she takes my aching dick out, licking her lips with anticipation. The vision of her on her knees in front of me is enough to have me blow right there.
“This will do for the main course. I’ve been thinking of tasting you since the first night we were together.” Her warm, wet tongue licks a strip on the underside of my dick, following the vein to the tip before swirling her tongue around, tasting the precum that’s already gathering there in anticipation of her hot mouth. I drop my head back, groaning. She hasn’t done anything yet and my knees are shaking with the prospect of what’s to come. Her lips wrap around me, taking my straining cock to the back of her throat in one gulp. I send a silent thank you to the universe as I’m sure I just won the girlfriend lottery. She bobs and swallows my massive length almost to the root. I’m in ecstasy and awe over her apparent lack of gag reflex and I like it.
A lot.
I expel a tortured moan. “Fuuuuck, Sam, I’m not going to last long if you keep swallowing me like that. Goddamn it, you look so hot on your knees with my cock in your mouth.” I let her hair out of its pony tail and fist a handful. She runs her hands up my thighs, raising her brown eyes up to meet mine.
“Fuck my face, use my mouth to get off Drew. I want you to come down throat and watch while you do it.”
Holy. Fuck.
With a roar I hold her head still and begin to thrust my hips, forcing myself down her throat. She pushes against me slightly, a signal to allow her to take a breath. Saliva is leaking from the corners of her mouth and my cock is jammed so far down her throat, I can practically see it rippling her throat from the outside. Her eyes are tearing up and that’s all I need to unleash. My orgasm arrives with the force of a freight train. I retreat enough for her to breathe before I unload down her throat. Sam is greedily taking it but she can’t swallow it all and cum starts to ooze down her chin. My knees are so weak I reach to find the wall and ungraciously plop myself down to kneel in front of her. Taking her face wet with my cum and saliva, I smash my lips to hers. I can taste myself on her lips and it’s a ridiculous turn on. We’re both panting like we ran a marathon. Her cheeks are flushed and she looks thoroughly debauched.
“I don’t know if you realize this, but you literally brought me to my knees. I couldn’t keep standing after that even if I wanted to. My legs are boneless. That was hands down the best blow job I’ve ever had in my life. How do you keep getting better and better?”
“I needed to do that. I needed to taste you and it just felt like it was the right thing at the moment. I wasn’t expecting you to get all sexy on me as soon as I walked in, but what’s done is done. It may also help you relax when I discuss something else with you.”
She pushes up off the floor, holding her hand out for me and pulling up my pants while I wait for her to explain. Sam moves to turn away but I grab her elbow, forcing her to face me again.
“Sam, I just want to be clear here, you didn’t just blow me to ask for a favour, did you? Because no woman should ever demean themselves like that. You should know I’d do anything for you, if you ask.”
She looks a little sheepish and averts her eyes. “I know that, I wanted to do it. I just didn’t realize the opportunity would meet me at the door. But I do have to ask you something and I think you won’t like it.”
“It’s not going to change how I feel about you, if that’s what you’re worried about.”
Now she’s ringing her hands, and I’m the one getting nervous. She slowly inhales, “As you know, one of the requests Grandpa made was that I have to get you loving hockey again and involved with the team, remember?”
“Yes, I do remember that. Not too happy about it but I was hoping we might be able to come up with something behind the scenes or off the ice or something.”
“Uh, well, that’s not what I came up with.”
I grasp her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “Sam, tell me.”
“I need you to take to the ice with the players at practice and share some of your skills directly. You start in two days,” she blurts out quickly, like it hurt to actually say the words, and I suppose it probably did. I get the impression she’s fearful I’m going to walk out and leave her.
How can I? How can I even consider not facing my own hang-ups when she’s already facing hers? She’s bravely facing her issues, because she knows if she doesn’t, I will lose my dream of the horses and the equine therapy clinic. My issues are a hell of a lot less serious than hers. I’m shocked I don’t feel angry with her request. I feel…resigned to it, I suppose.
She’s still wringing her hands and watching me apprehensively. She’s probably waiting to see if I have a temper or not. Since I can still be an asshole, I decide to fuck with her a bit first before I agree. Because I’m like that sometimes.
