When I walk back into my bedroom, he’s looking at the picture frame set on top of my night stand. It’s a picture of Jordan and Jocelyn sitting on their dad’s lap. It was taken three months before he passed away. I place his bag on the sofa at the end of my bed.
“Was this your husband?”
I purse my lips and quietly respond, “Yes.”
Jeremiah narrows his eyes then looks up at me, “It’s weird?”
“That you two look just alike?”
“Yes.”
I agree. What’s more awkward is how my kids look identical to Jeremiah. My friends have made that comment during Matt and Victoria’s crawfish boil. Others that we’ve encounter at Incredible World, the movies, and ice cream shop have complimented how gorgeous Jocelyn and Jordan are and how they look exactly like their father, Jeremiah. Of course my kids had no clue people were talking about Jeremiah not Max. Sometimes I wonder if that’s the reason why I’m so attracted to Jeremiah. The fact he reminds me so much of my husband. His face features and the way his body is built just like Max’s. Jeremiah also does well with my kids just like Max was.
You can hear a pin drop in my bedroom as Jeremiah and I remain quiet as he continues to study Max’s picture. “I have to go feed our animals.”
“I’ll help you.” He places the frame back on the night stand, and scoots off the bed. He wraps his arms around my shoulder focusing into my eyes. “I love you.”
“I love you too Jeremiah.”
While he dresses, I call Matt to check on Jordan. He tells me Jordan just caught a fish and is now taking a nap because it took him thirty minutes to reel it in. Maybe also because we were out and about yesterday having family time. I call Cynthia to check on Jocelyn. That was a big mistake.
“Sounds like somebody’s having fun.” Cynthia giggles.
“What are you talking about?”
“Oh quit acting dumb. I know Mr. Gorgeous is by you.”
I remain quiet and plead the fifth. “How is Jocelyn doing?”
“You know she’s ok. She’s in good hands. I want details Friday.”
“Oh speaking of our lunch Friday, the kids last day of school is Thursday and they have early release, so we’re going to the airport that afternoon and we’ll be in Disney World for two weeks. My kids don’t know. So can you not tell Stephanie so she wouldn’t accidently tell Jocelyn? I’ll ask Victoria; maybe we can have lunch Tuesday or Wednesday?”
“Sure of course. I’ll check what day I’m free. Have fun. And don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Well hold on. Please do everything, I mean everything I wouldn’t do.” She giggles and hangs up.
Shaking my head Jeremiah asks, “You guys are leaving town for two weeks.”
I just nod.
“Disney World huh?”
“Yup. I would invite you but I’ve already made the plans plus you probably have to work.”
“Do you think the kids would mind if I tagged along?”
“They would love for you to come along. Wait. Hold on. You’d come with us for two weeks?”
“Of course I would.”
“But I already made plans. I already booked our flights. And the hotel.”
“Well cancel everything and get your money back. I have a superp travel agent. She’ll make the plans.”
“You want me to cancel everything? Are you sure? I mean I can’t cancel and tehn you don’t fall through.”
I can see his chest rising and falling, “Please just trust me. Give me that.”
I kindly accept. I must as well test him and see if he is going to do what he says he will. I will kill him if he doesn’t do it and if my kids get be disappointed.
Jeremiah picks up the routine fast. He prepared the chicken food, refilled their water containers, checked on the baby chicks, emptied the kiddie pool, and filled it with fresh water, fed our ducks, and tended to our goats, pig, and horses. He even carried a bale of hay on each of his shoulders. He made this nurturing process look so easy.
In my bathroom, he strips off his soaked shirt. I run my fingers across his solid chest and firm abs. He sits on my vanity chair pulls me close to him to remove my shirt and bra. As he gets rid of my shorts and panty, I stand before him bare-skinned. He examines my body the way you would if buying a new car. Slowly sweeping his fingers across to get the feel of beauty against his fingertips. Pulling me, he squeezes tight while he rests his head on my chest.
I wrap my arms around him, “Is everything ok?”
He doesn’t reply at first but instead squeezes harder, “Yes.”
I cup his head into my hands and give him a kiss. I know he needs to tell me something but I’m too afraid of what it might be. I don’t want this moment to be ruined. This wonderful feeling of a man loving me. The way he kisses me lets me know what we have is more than lust. Somehow he has great love for me. I lift him off the chair and we take a shower.
He delicately leans me against the wall while he whispers sweet words in my ear. Holding my hands in the air, he squeezes them as he tilts his head to meet my lips. He clutches my head in his strong but gentle hands rolling his tongue inside my mouth. I rest my hands over his shoulders sometimes pawing on him as our desire for each other rises. He touches the brim of my cleft. Since I was so slippery, he easily slips a finger in.
“Oh sweetheart you’re so wet and hot inside.” He pokes deeper than slips another finger in. “You’re making me so crazy. I want you forever. Please tell me you’re mine and you will never leave me.”
“I promise to never leave you if you promise to always stay.” I softly cry. I push his fingers away from my area and I grip him in my hands forcing him in my core. Lifting me off the ground he cradles me. I take a deep sigh of relief. He clenches his teeth together holding back from coming. With every thrust we both moan loud, verbally expressing our passion. I dig my nails into his back while our lips greet. He protects my head from hitting the wall with one hand and carries me with the other. He jerks himself harder and faster. My insides are sore but I do not stop him.
I yearn for him to hurt me more, “Baby please fuck me harder. Please I beg you.”
He salutes my tongue. My muscles contract releasing my juices on his cock.
As my lush pussy massages his hard long dick, he begs, “Please tell me what I want to hear.”
I seductively purr, “Baby I love you.”
He burst his semen in my cunt. We are trembling.
Chapter 9
As much as I tried fighting my feelings, I am falling for Jeremiah. He is exactly what I needed in a partner and what my kids need in a guy figure. After we showered, he dries me off, and we cuddle in my bed with our bare skin against each other under my sheets. I lay in his arms as he lightly brushes his fingers over my shoulders. We crisscross our legs as we learn more about each other. This moment is so magical and I never want it to end. We play twenty questions like it’s out first date?
He asks me, “Favorite food?”
“Everything.”
“You can’t possibly like everything.” He laughs.
I prop myself with my elbows, “Well I do.”
“Okay. Okay. Favorite music?”
“Country.”
“I should of know that.” He laughs again.
“Are you making fun of me?”
“No. Of course not. Favorite movie?”
“Pretty Woman.” This time I laugh. It’s so ironic.
He shakes his head forcing himself not to laugh at me again. I elbow him and he winces then laughs, “Okay. Favorite place.”
“My home.”
“What do you want in a man?”
I stop. I haven’t really thought of it. I’ve been so preoccupied taking care of my kids I never thought in a million years I would be here right now with the man I love. “You.”
He crosses his fingers with mine. “Do you think you would ever stop working?”
This I’ve thought of a lot. “Yes.”
“When?”
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�When I save up enough money to retire?”
“How long do you think it’ll take?”
“Maybe a year?”
“How much more do you need?”
“I’m a million shy. I give it by next year. I can retire now and live comfortably but I think saving up a little more for rainy days will work better for me.”
He props his head with his elbow watching me, “Is there anything you want to know about me?”
“Have you ever been married?”
“No.”
“Engaged?”
“Yes.”
“Can I ask what happened?”
“I wasn’t ready to settle down and I broke her heart.”
“Do you still see her around?”
“No.”
“What made you decide to start using escort services? I may besides the obvious.”
“I was just so busy with work. I was determined to build an empire so I barely had time at home. We became disconnected and I found a connection somewhere else.”
“With Paula?” I quietly ask.
“No. With some other provider. The provider became very needy and attached something I wasn’t looking for. She found out where I lived and told my fiancé. I denied it and denied it but I think I wanted my fiancé to find out. It was like a relief when she did because then I knew I could get out of our engagement.”
“Whatever happened to the provider?”
“She moved away to another city. I told her I was just looking for fun. I could barely spend time with the fiancé I had at home. I wasn’t looking for the happy ever after and she was. I think she retired. Found her a rich man to take care of her.”
You know they say you should never ask a question if you’re not ready to hear the answer? Well I needed to know so I asked, “What’s between you and Paula?”
“Paula?” He repostions himself. “Nothing is with us.”
“So you mean to tell me you two have seen each other every week for five years, and there’s nothing between you? You and I barely know each other for two weeks and we already said I love yous.”
“I was obligated to see Paula?”
“What do you mean obligated? You are a grown man. You weren’t obligated to do anything you didn’t want to do.”
“That’s not what I mean.”
“Then please explain!” I snapped.
“The first couple of times was because I needed to get sexually satisfied, but then after a while she kept telling me how she had so much bills to pay, so it became an obligation of my to make sure her bills were paid.”
“So you paid all her bills aside from paying her our fee every week?”
“Yes.”
“Do you do it now?”
“No.”
“I called her the evening I saw you at my hotel and told her I was going to pay her bills for the next month so she will be caught up. But I told her she will need to find another way to pay her bills because I can no longer do it.”
Oh my god. I fucked up Paula’s system. When you are an escort, you learn how to convince these men to pay for anything and everything. And most likely they’ll pay for all your bills and now because of me, her income plummeted.
“You have to promise me one thing.” He holds my face in his hands begging, “You will never see any more clients and I promise I will never see any more providers.”
I lean in to kiss him, “I promise.”
One little pecks lead to something even greater. He rolls over me gripping my hands over my head as he tickles my neck with his full sexy lips. The sucking movement he does with his mouth makes my insides twitch. He splits my legs in half positioning his cock over my pussy grinding himself against my clit. I want to hold him but he won’t let go of my hands. He grips them tight restraining me. He pushes my hands together holding me while he caresses my cleft with his other hand.
“Oh sweetheart, you’re throbbing and wet.” He drives two fingers in and my insides ache at how good his fingers feel.
He rubs his cock between me as he fingers my pussy. “Baby please put it in.” I beg.
“No.”
“Please baby.” I plead.
He continues to make me wetter inserting his fingers pushing in and out. I pump hard against his fingers when he pushes it inside me. Deep inside me. Oh my god. He knows how to my spots. Jeremiah lets go on my hands as he lowers into my trembling lips. His tongue against my clit is going to make me explode. He pauses because he doesn’t want me to come just yet. I pull him by his hair, pushing down between my legs. I don’t want him to stop. I want him to make me release myself in his mouth. He rotates with flickering and sucking movements. I can’t hold back. He tries to pull off me, but I yank on his hair harder making sure he stays. So turned on by what I did he embeds his yearning tongue deep between my lips.
I purr loud; I’m about to come, “Oh baby it feels so good.” I moan every louder begging, “Please don’t stop. Oh my god. Please make me come.”
He leaves his tongue deep in my interior making waving movements. I’ve never had anyone do that before. That feels fucking great.
I urge him to continue, “Please baby don’t stop. Ah, right there. Yes. Ah. Yes baby. Ah. Yes baby. That’s it. Oh. Oh my god!”
As I sigh louder and louder, he presses his tongue deeper and deeper making his waving movements harder and faster.
With his hair wrapped in my fingers, I pull him tightening my grip, I let myself good. He grabs me by my ass pressing his mouth deep into me. I squeeze my breast quivering in his hands releasing everything I have. He tenderly pecks me causing me to convulse again. It’s so sensitive that even with the lightest touch I can come over and over again. And that’s what he does. Every time I come, he continues to kiss me making me let go over and over again. After coming four times, I couldn’t take it any longer. I push his head back so hard, he probably got a whiplash.
“I can’t.” I cried, “It’s too sensitive.”
He tries to pull me by my ass trying to hold me still, “That’s a thing.”
“Baby I can’t.” I whimper, “Please give it a chance to calm down.”
I force myself off his tight grip. I’m on my knees, and he too gets on his knees. He grabs me by the back of my neck as our lips collide. I delicately touch his cock and he jumps back. I push him down pulling him to straighten himself on my bed so he’s in the middle. I run to my closet and pull out two scarfs.
I tie his hands one by one on my headboard. “Whatever I do, do not remove your hands from here. Understood?”
He nods yes. I straddle over him. First I whisper I love you in his ear and he sighs it back. I kiss him gingerly from his ear to his neck back to his ear leaving my mark of love. I look down and he’s sticking high up imploding his hard dick against my belly. I lick my lips as I lower to his chest. My mouth dispenses soft delicate suctions on his chest especially over his heart. He moans as I show my affection. I lower myself on his stomach still leaving kisses as I trail down to his dick. I lick his thick shaft and he twitches. With no hands, I lower my head so his cock is pressing the back of my throat. As I deep throat him, he rewards me with his pre-cum. He tastes so delicious. I rise on his dick till I get to the tip then lower again till he hits my uvula.
“Oh my god sweetheart.” He sighs, “That feels so fucking good.”
He is so slippery. With a doorknob motion I grip him in my hand twisting. I massage his cock with my fingers like I would if I was playing the piano.
He releases more pre-cum, “Sweetheart bring your ass over here.”
I copy his order and swing my butt over so my clit fits right over his mouth. He sticks his trembling tongue inside me. I continue to suck his cock as I ride his mouth. Even with our mouths preoccupied pleasing each other we feel each other’s moans from the vibration of our lips. He tries to grab my ass but can’t. He pulls harder trying to release his hands from my scarf but is unsuccessful. I continue deep throating him swallowing whatever pre-cum he is rewarding me
with. I can tell he’s fixing to come. So am I. I press myself down as he sticks his tongue then suck my lips; stick his tongue then suck my lips over and over again. I can feel his heartbeat against my palm as I rotate my hand back and forth. With sexual frustration he yanks his hands from my scarf ripping my scarf in half. He holds my ass towards his face so I can’t move. I come inside his mouth giving him my juices. I press my throat on his hard cock and he delivers his sweet semen in my mouth. I pump him milking his cock, wanting more of his rich nectar. He flips my ass back on the bed and jams his rod in my cavity.
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