I’ve always gotten the feeling my Duck is a daddy’s girl. She’s the only daughter with four brothers, and every time she’s mentioned her father, it’s in almost adoring terms like rightnow. Let’s hope when we finally let the world know about us that he doesn’t hate me because we’ve been hiding our relationship.
Walking away, she heads for the steps. “You coming, or am I doing this alone again tonight?” she asks with a wicked grin.
The thought of her masturbating while I’m not here to give herself what she needs makes me even more excited, and I quickly move to catch up to her. “No need to go it alone tonight since I’m here and ready to roll.”
Reaching back, she takes my hand in hers. “Good. I prefer the real thing. Silicone isn’t my groove.”
As we climb the stairs to the second floor, I say, “Did I ever happen to mention how sexy I think it is that you’re so open about everything?”
She glances back and me and laughs. “One of these days, you’re going to have to tell me about the women you were going out with before me because they sound like a bunch of puritans.”
I never thought I was spending time with uptight women, but compared to Duck, I guess they were pretty puritanical. Maybe that’s why I’m not with them anymore.
“Well, forget them. All I want to think about is you and me and how many times I’m going to make you come before dinner.”
When she hits the top of the stairs, she turns around to face me, and I see she’s unbuttoned her dress. I do love a woman who’s ready for fun.
“By the way, if I knew we were going to get busy before going to the restaurant, I would have worn a different bra and underwear. You’re catching me unmatched,” she says with a smile.
I stop one step below her and slide my hands over her ribs. Does she really think I care that her bra is black but her underwear are pink?
“Duck, you do know men don’t care about matching bras and underwear, right? We’re pretty base creatures, so all we care about is what’s underneath.”
She moans when I unhook her bra and slip my hands under it to cup her breasts. Her skin is petal soft but hot, like she’s burning up.
“Do you have a fever, Duck?” I ask as I step up to press a kiss on her forehead. “Feels cool up here, though.”
“You know how I am, Marius,” she says before walking away toward the bedroom.
I do know how she is, but I worry about her too. She works too many hours, and I’m pretty sure wearing three inch heels five days a week isn’t good for her either. I’d love if she’d quit that job and spend her time traveling the world with me. Now that Ronan is doing better, I can return to being the nomad I’ve always been, just with my Duck at my side.
“You’re definitely hot,” I tease, and she turns around as she walks into the bedroom.
“Thank you. You’re pretty hot yourself,” she says and then strips out of her dress, tossing it onto the floor near the closet.
She climbs onto the bed and crooks her finger, beckoning me to her. Still wearing my towel, I stop just before I reach her and toss it aside.
With a smile, she looks down my body. Licking her lips, she says, “Do you know what I love most about you right now?”
I palm my cock and give it a few strokes. “This?”
Duck bites her bottom lip. “No, although I do love that. No, what I love more is how playful you let me be. Nowhere else in this world do I get to be like I am with you.”
I climb onto the bed and crawl up next to her. “I want you to be exactly who you want to be all the time. I love you, Duck, and whatever makes you happy makes me happy.”
“How did I get so lucky to be with a man like you?” she asks as she pulls me down to kiss her.
Snaking my tongue into her mouth, I tease her for a few seconds before answering, “Well, there I was in Vegas at a pool tournament just enjoying life and you walked into it. The rest they say is history.”
“You forgot about my getting punched in the eye, the reason for my nickname,” she says while she slides her hands down my back, her fingernails raking over my skin and sending strings of need through my body.
I nuzzle just below her ear and whisper, “I didn’t forget. I just thought I’d go with the non-violent version of our getting together.”
Her bra and panties need to go, so I strip them off her body quickly and toss them onto the floor. Naked and ready for me, she opens her legs, and I settle in between them.
“So I thought I’d like to be on top tonight,” she says with a wicked smile.
I kiss her and roll the two of us over so I’m on my back and she’s between my legs. “Your wish is my command, my lady.”
