“Salmon in butter sauce. Wild rice. Assorted veggies. Healthy. Delicious. Nurturing,” I rattle off things I heard described on a cooking show I watched earlier today when the boys were napping.
She sits at the table and devours her meal. “Ohmygod. This is the best thing I’ve ever eaten.” She smiles up at me with her mouth full.
“Our meals at Matsuhisa were equally as delectable if not better.” I laugh, thinking of our favorite sushi restaurant in LA.
She points her fork at me. “Yeah, maybe technically. But this is something you thought about and made happen. The experience is what makes this the best meal I’ve ever had.”
All I can do is grin like an eejit.
“Soooo… Have a question to ask you.” Ronni slides her dinner plate away and scoops up a spoonful of lemon chiffon mousse.
I lean back in my chair. “The answer is ‘aye.’ I’m happy to go down on you for thirty solid minutes.”
“Oh, I’m taking you up on that.” She dips her spoon into the dessert and leaves it there. Runs her magenta-tipped nail along the rim of the glass. “I think I’ll save this. I’d like to lick it off your cock while you’re licking me.”
Instant. Feckin’. Boner.
“Well, that’s settled, I accept your fine offer.” I move to stand.
She holds her hand up. “Wait, I did have an actual question for you. I know you’re going to say no, but before you do, I’ve just gotta say I think it would be amazing and you’d be perfect…”
“Ronni. Just ask me. I want to move on to the licking.” My voice is low. Commanding.
She sighs. “Will you play the hot construction guy neighbor? There’s not too many lines. His role is to kind of shock the FMC out of a bad marriage. There’s no nudity or love scenes. Just a couple of scenes of him building something without a shirt that she fantasizes about.”
Well,that’s not what I expected.
“Hold ona second. Are you seriouslysaying you want me to beman-candy in your series?”I cross my arms over my chest. “What’s an FMC?”
She claps her hand over her mouth. “Sorry, didn’t mean to acronym you with set lingo. It means ‘female main character.’”
“I don’tact, Mae. Surely there’s someone better qualified than me.” I shake my head, baffled beyond belief.
“No. We’ve struck out completely.” She pouts. “We’ve auditioned dozens of dudes. None of them look like they’ve spent a day outside, let alone can convincingly hold a hammer. I mentioned it to Kris today that we needed a Connor—jokingly—and a lightbulb magically appeared above her head. She demanded that I ask you tonight.Please. We can bring the boys to the set. I’ll have a room set up with their toys and everything. I might even get to kiss them goodnight before they go to high school.”
I’m still gobsmacked. “I have no idea what to say.”
“Say yes. It’s three episodes. That’s it. Easy.” Ronni leaps from the table and straddles me on the chair. “Your character was written as a transition role. His attention sets her free to start to a journey of self-discovery.”
“When?” I grip her hips. Grind her bare pussy against my cock, which is aching to be free of my jeans. Lean down and suckle her earlobe.
“Ohhhh.” She throws her arms around my neck. Leans into my nibbles. Squeezes her thighs around mine. “Next—Uhhhhh.Ohhhhh—Week.”
I untie her robe, freeing her fantastic tits. Lean down and take a nipple in my mouth. Lave it. Ronni winds her arms around my head, caressing me. Watching me suckle her. Still bucking her hips against the bulge in my jeans. Her little mewls and breathless pants tell me she’s already close.
Releasing her nipple from my lips, I look down and see her pussy’s soaked the front of my pants. With a growl, I roughly move her back and forth against me, so her clit gets friction from the denim. She squeezes my head between her arms, so my cheek is mashed against her tits. “Come, Mae. Fucking come all over me,” I growl.
She buries her face into my neck and keens and shudders through her release. We stay like that for a spell. Breathing heavy. My hands stroking up and down her back. Soothing her. Preparing her. I’m not nearly done, though.
When she manages to lift her head, I’m ready. Our mouths mash together. It’s not pretty. It’s passion recaptured. I grip her ass and stand. She winds her legs around my waist as I carry her back to our bedroom and kick the door shut.
I toss her on the bed. “Mae, change of plans. I’ve got to taste you, but I want to be inside you when I come.”
“God, Connor. You’re making me even wetter.” She opens her knees and I dive in. Licking. Suckling. Lapping up her sweetness. I spread her lips with my thumbs and flick my tongue against her still-throbbing clit. I’m rewarded by her sexy moans. She digs her heels into the mattress and thrusts up against me. Wild. Writhing. Chanting, “Oh. Oh.Oh.” When I slip a finger inside her, she explodes.
According to my internal calculations, I’m just shy of thirty minutes of the promised licking, but I can wait no longer. While she rides out her orgasm, I tear off my jeans. My cock is literally weeping, it wants inside her so badly. Using my palms to press her thighs apart, her puffy, soaked pussy beckons. I nudge her opening then watch myself disappear inside my woman. Inch by glorious inch. Methodically, I glide in and out of her. Admiring how wet she’s making my dick. Relishing the squelching sounds of our merging. Inhaling the intoxicating smell of our passion.
“God, you’re such a sex god.” Ronni’s up on her elbows watching us together, too. “I wish you could live inside me. You unlocked something in me all those years ago, Connor. You’re my key. Myonlykey,”