When Martha calms after the release of her climax, I help her smooth her skirt back down as I hold her close to me, gently kissing every inch of her face, ears and neck.
“You’re mine, Martha.”
I hold her and whisper sweetnesses against her skin through sloppy kisses. “I’m going to take care of you,” I breathe into her hair, inhaling her gingery scent.
But then my Martha bites her lip with a devilish grin while she palms my hard length. “Your turn.”
Groaning, I almost give in.
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Martha
I reach for his belt, intent on giving him some relief.
Miles stays my hand. “Just you.”
“But I can feel it. How can you stand it?”
Miles covers my mouth with his. “Baby, tonight is about taking care of you. Now stop trying to touch it before I climb on top of you and get you pregnant.”
I breathe out the words I’m thinking before I can stop myself. “Would that be such a bad thing?” I don’t know where that came from. It’s so unlike me to blurt out things like that, especially overly sappy, romantic things.
My remark doesn’t seem to faze him in the least. In fact, he escalates this hypothetical pregnancy scenario. “Hmm,” he sighs, bathing my face and neck with wet, loud kisses, “a bossy little baby girl with your smarts and your beautiful eyes…I could agree to that.”
I giggle as I melt into his ravenous lips. “And your charm and relentlessness. W
e’d have some little monsters on our hands.”
His throaty chuckle vibrates down my spine and warms me from the inside.
We resume kissing and petting and whispering and laughing for what seems like hours, and he still won’t let me relieve his cock. I’m fairly certain that Miles has only drunk one or two glasses, and yet we’ve polished off a whole bottle and half of a second one.
“I think I’m a little drunk,” I whisper into his ear, my hands touching his neck.
He moans and kisses me hard, penetrating me with his tongue. “All the more reason for me to go. I can’t take advantage of an impaired woman.”
I smirk and lick his earlobe. “You had no problem taking advantage a little while ago with your hand up my skirt.”
He sighs and cups my face. I know that sigh. That’s the noise of someone who needs to leave but really doesn’t want to. It’s the kind of noise, coming from him, that makes me feel more desired than I’ve ever felt in my life. “Yeah, but that was before you were tipsy, love.”
Him calling me that squeezes my heart. He’s not exactly saying “I love you,” but it has nearly the same effect: it makes me feel as though I’m falling for him completely.
“Are you sure you don’t want to stay?”
“Baby, I’m fairly certain that if I stay, neither of us will get any sleep. And I want us to wait until after you win, or the case gets dropped, before we take it that far.”
“Why?”
“Because I want to earn it from you.”
I study his face. He’s serious.
“I don’t know if I can last that long,” I say.
He gives me another peck on the lips. “You’ll have to. Besides, I have a big day tomorrow and so do you. You’re gonna go ahead and take down that statue because my client never bothered to ask me to file an injunction to keep it in place.”
I swat him playfully. “Miles! If you were my employee I would fire you! I told you before I don’t want you to make it that easy for me.”