“Good boy.” She pats me on the head.
Suddenly, I love tea. While I’m shoveling the food inside my mouth, she gives me an update on her morning.
“Levi left to run and then he has practice. He wouldn’t let me make anything for him. He says he eats something in the training room.”
“Yeah, they all have special diet plans.”
“Oh, that’s nice. So I’ll just be cooking for you and me most of the time? Will that change once he’s out of season?”
“He can still get food from the training room. There’s always shit there, but we order out a lot too.” I wipe my mouth with the napkin and shove the empty plate away from me.
“I’ve got a few recipes I want to try out. Maybe on the weekend,” she says as she wipes out the frying pan.
“Just put the pan in the sink, babe. I’ll wash it later.”
“Also, I need more of your, ah, tea,” I improvise when I see her hesitating. Olivia abandons the pan and returns to the table to pour me another serving. I stare at it and wonder if I look long enough it will magically turn into coffee. It doesn’t, so I gulp the foul stuff down in one swallow.
“Done.” I gather up the mug and plate so she doesn’t think I need a refill. Olivia wipes down the table and stove and I wash the dishes. It’s nice—this togetherness. I set the wet pan on the drying rack and wipe off my hands. Olivia rinses out the sponge and takes the towel from me. She drapes it over the edge of the sink and then takes my hand in hers.
“Come on. Nap time.”
My stomach is full, my head’s clear, but, now, my dick’s getting hard. Bed and Olivia means only one thing. I wonder if she’s up for it. I don’t want to pressure her. We’ve been riding her hard this past week. The other night, Levi told me we should start taking it easy on her. She had been walking funny.
I tell my cock to stand down and follow her into our bedroom. She pulls back the sheets and pats my side of the bed. “Lie down.”
Her command catches me off-guard. In the past, Olivia has done what we’ve told her to do.No kissing, Olivia. We can’t do that. No, your hand has to stay above our waist.But now she’s ordering us around. It’s cute. I stretch out on the bed. The crotch of my jeans tents up.
“Sorry. Can’t help it.”
The corners of her lips quirk up. “Why should you be sorry? I like it.”
I watch with increasing interest as she shrugs off her robe and then climbs on top of me. My cock swells in excitement.
“I thought I was supposed to rest.” I grip her hips and pull her up so that her satin-clad pussy is directly over the ridge in my jeans.
“Duh. I’m helping you unwind.” She pulls off the silken nightie. One of her tits gets caught for a moment, and when it’s freed, it bounces lightly. Her hands come down to pull my T-shirt out of my jeans. I do a helpful crunch so she can pull it over my head.
“This is currently my favorite unwinding activity.”
She smiles. “I thought it would be.” I don’t help her when she tackles my zipper. It’s too enjoyable, feeling her fingers on my waist as she unbuttons the placket, feeling her knuckles graze my rock-hard cock as she works my zipper down. Nah, while she’s working, I slip my fingers under her panties and stroke her wet pussy. It feels swollen under my touch.
“Did Levi fuck you good last night?”
“Mmmhmmm.” She moves out of my reach as she tugs my jeans off.
“Where?”
“Right here,” she answers, climbing on top of me and settling her wet cunt on my bare dick.
I swallow a laugh. I’m not surprised. That shirt Olivia had on probably tormented Levi the whole game.
“I meant where on your body. Did he fuck your mouth?” I pull on her lower lip to wet my thumb. “Or did he take your pussy?” I push my thumb into her pussy as much as the fabric of her panties allow. “Or was it here? Did he take you in the ass?” I move my thumb back until it sinks into her tight, puckered hole.
“The p-p-pussy,” she says, suddenly all shy now that I’m asking her to say the words.
“Then let’s give the pussy a little break.” I twist the elastic waistband of her panties and jerk, snapping the delicate fabric in two. I shove aside the torn satin and lace and position my aching cock between her legs. “Slide down, baby. Slide down slow. I want to feel every inch of that wet cunt.”
She lowers herself, letting me guide the thick head of my shaft to the small hole. We both hold our breaths as she slides down my rod.