“Why not?”
“She’s your maid, not mine,” I remind.
“So?” Joe continues to try to persuade me with his lips.
“So, it’s not going to happen,” I declare, tickling his sides. Joe moves enough to evade my hands, allowing me to get on top and pin him to the bed.
“I like this dominant thing you’re doing,” Joe jokes after I hold his arms down. He bucks his hips up, popping me in the air a little.
“Very funny,” I remark.
I move to get off the bed, but Joe pulls me back in. “How about when you get back from taking Sadie out?” he asks.
“No,” I answer. “What I have to do will take all day, so if you want to get lucky, you’ll have to wait until the evening.”
“What do you have to do?” he inspects.
“There’s a ritual in the Chinese culture that I do every year a few days before the New Year,” I explain.
“Can I help?” Joe asks, kissing me on the shoulder.
“I think you’ll just get in the way and try to distract me,” I reply.
“How would I get in the way? I know I’m distracting, especially when I’m naked,” Joe states with a grin as he yanks down the covers to reveal his naked body, including his erection. “A little distraction would be good.”
I laugh at his antics as I try to get up, but he continues to fight me, keeping me with him in bed. “That’s exactly the reason why I’m kicking you out when I get back,” I share.
“Beautiful,” Joe coaxes with the sexy voice.
“Unless you want to postpone getting laid for several days, I’d stop begging right now if I were you,” I inform.
“Seriously?”
“Yes, seriously,” I affirm.
“Fine,” Joe playfully huffs his disappointment.
I make my way to the kitchen and get Sadie’s meal prepped. Right as I signal her to eat, Joe comes out of the bedroom dressed in his workout clothes.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Joining you ladies,” he answers, kissing me on the cheek.
“I think you’re going to need a few minutes before going outside,” I laugh, noticing his cock that is poking through his shorts like an arrow.
“What?” Joe questions with a smile.
“You know what,” I enforce.
“What?” Joe repeats, turning so the end of his dick purposefully hits my thigh.
“You’re going to poke someone’s eye out with that,” I remark.
Joe laughs and kisses me. “It’s your fault, you know.”
“What is?”
“That,” he states, looking down at his crotch.
“No, it’s not,” I giggle.
“Yes, it is, beautiful,” Joe says. “That’s what you do to me.”
“Put it away,” I direct.
“Well, I did ask for assistance in that department, but you turned me down,” he reminds. “So, it’s going to take a little longer.”
“You’re not going outside with Sadie and me like that,” I command.
“Why not?” Joe muses.
“You want your erection in the tabloids?” I inquire.
“Sure,” he says, shrugging his shoulders. “As long as they know it’s because of you, I don’t mind.”
“Seriously?”
“What?” Joe goads.
I shake my head, realizing that he’s toying with me and walk away to get Sadie’s leash.
During our elevator ride, I purposefully say several things to help make it, Joe’s erection, go away — specifically asking how many times he thought his parents may have had sex in order to have seven sons. By the time we exit the elevator, Joe’s bulge has subsided.
“That’s not funny” Joe charges.
“Well, it worked,” I comment.
“What do you mean?”
“Your erection . . . it went away,” I point out.
“You’re going to get it for that,” Joe threatens.
“If your twitchy palms can wait until tonight, I’d say I’m excited,” I reply, exiting the gate of the apartment community.
After giving Sadie some time at the park to do her business and sniff around, Joe and I take her for a jog around town for about thirty minutes. All three of us are eager to get back inside from the cool nip in the February morning air.
As soon as the elevator doors close and the box begins to ascend, Joe launches his body, pressing me against the wall while his mouth explores mine. His fingers curl into my ass after he hoists me up so my legs are wrapped around his waist. I don’t mind the attention, so I let him continue his exploration while he carries me back to my apartment. Once we’re inside, I try to wiggle down, but Joe won’t let me get away.
“Joe,” I say.
“Hmmm,” he answers with his mouth on my neck.
“I told you you’re going to have to wait until the evening,” I remind.
“And, I told you you were going to get it after talking about my parents having sex,” he shares.
I try to get loose, but Joe blocks me. He carries me all the way into the bathroom. Sadie lays on the floor while Joe props me up on the counter. I try to squirm away as he removes my shirt, but his hands are moving way too fast.
“Hold still, beautiful,” Joe commands.
“No,” I bite back playfully. “I told you that you have to wait until tonight.” I do my best to hide my grin as I push him away.
“Stop fighting,” Joe directs. “You’ll just make it worse for yourself.”
“Really,” I ask as my hands fight to keep my sports bra on. “How so?”
“The more you fight, the longer it will take for me to make you cum,” he states coolly.
“That sounds like a performance challenge on your end,” I tease.
Joe manages to get my bra off and yanks my body closer to him, holding me firmly by the side of my neck with one hand and a fist full of hair in the other as his lips are an inch from mine. “Let me clarify, beautiful,” Joe begins. “I won’t let you cum that easily if you continue to fight me. It won’t be a matter of performance on my end. It will be the matter of me not letting you cum until you’re begging me for it, and even then, I might not let you.”
I gulp, unable to respond right away. I stare at him, enjoying his confidence — there’s nothing hotter than seeing him know what he wants and demanding it, even if it’s just with that look in his eye. The thought that he wants me so badly is beyond exhilarating.
“I told you,” my voice mutters, clearing my throat. “I have things I need to do.”
“Me doing you is the first thing on your list,” Joe dictates. “Once I fuck you every which way you need, then you can do what you need to do.”
“But . . . .”
“No buts,” Joe says, cutting me off, “. . . not unless it’s me spanking your butt for arguing with me. Got it?”
Fuck he’s so hot when he talks like this.
“So, does that mean you’re going to let me cum?” I inquire.
“Yes,” he chuckles. “But, how quickly is up to you.”
“That’s not fair,” I whine. “You could take all day.”
“Don’t pout,” Joe requests.
“Why? Is it working?” I check.
“No,” he laughs. “I promise, I wouldn’t take all day to make you cum.” His hands loosen their grip.
“Why’d you stop?” I blurt, wanting his hands to stay on me.
“What?”
“I like the playing,” I admit.
“You do?” he searches.
“Mmm hmm,” I answer, biting my lip. “It turns me on.”
“So, you do want to have sex right now?” he checks.
“Yes,” I giggle. “You’ve got me so turned on I can’t remember what I’m supposed to do today.” My palm rubs up and down his shaft.
Joe’s hand slides off my neck, down my chest, over my belly to my sex and inside my pants. “Fuck, you’re so wet.”
As Joe sucks my ju
ice off his fingers, I lean in and whisper into his ear, “Spank me. Fuck me. Make me cum. Please.” My lips journey to his neck, tasting the sweat from our run. “Please.”
“Will you let me stay and help you?” Joe asks sweetly.
“Why do you want to stay?”
“We have a lot of fun when we’re together . . . sex or no sex, but the sex is always an added benefit,” he comments.
I laugh. “I’ll be cleaning all day. Are you sure you want to stay?”
“Cleaning? Why? I thought Mia cleans for you?”
“The week of the Chinese New Year I always give her a paid week off,” I answer. “The cleaning is a cleansing ritual. It’s believed to clear out old energies and bid farewell to the passing year while getting ready for the new one.”
“What do you have to clean?”
“Everything,” I reply.
“Everything?”
“Yep,” I confirm. “Everything. Then, I sage the place.”
“How long does it take?”
“All day,” I state. “Last year, I didn’t finish until around eight-thirty or so.”
Joe shrugs his shoulders. “I don’t care how we spend the day, as long as I’m with you, I’m happy.”
“Really?”
“Really,” he affirms. “Besides, two of us cleaning should knock off a few hours . . . and, you might need a break . . . a sex break?” Joe’s brows wiggle. “Especially sex afterward to celebrate.”
“Perhaps,” I say, kissing him.
“Perhaps?”
“Mmm hmm,” I reply, keeping my lips stuck to his skin. My hands slide up the edges of his shirt and he helps me to remove it. “Now . . . where were we?”
“Hmmm,” Joe returns, pressing his lips to mine. “I think you might need to remind me.”
“I think,” I begin, kissing him several times. “I think you were going to spank me, then fuck me and then make me cum.”
“Mmmm,” Joe hums. “I like the sound of that.”
“I liked it while you were holding me like this,” I say, placing his one hand back on my neck and the other in my hair.
“You liked that?” Joe double checks.
“Yes,” I reply. “I liked how you were explaining that you were going to have your way with me, but . . . .” My mouth moves to his chest.
“But . . . ?”
“I don’t like the idea of not cumming,” I admit.
“No?” Joe laughs.
“No. But, everything else . . . ” I pause deliberately.
“What?” Joe tilts my head to the left with the hand that is holding my hair. His tongue and lips trace along my skin.
“Everything else was hot,” I present.
“You enjoyed that?” he checks.
I take his hand from my neck and slide it under my panties. “Do you need a reminder?” I ask as I push his hand past my underwear to feel the wetness.
“How could I have forgotten?” Joe muses. One of his fingers slide in.
“I hope . . .” I gasp as his finger pulses, “. . . you don’t forget that in the future.”
“Never,” he states, guiding at least another finger inside me.
Joe’s mouth slowly moves around my body, tasting my lips, my neck, my shoulders and my breasts as his fingers wiggle. I groan when he stops penetrating me, but he’s quick to resume his task after he removes my bottoms and the rest of his clothes. As my legs dangle off the edge of the sink counter, Joe continues to stroke my mounds as his mouth ventures south, finding solace at my clitoris. My right hand moves back, supporting my body weight and to give better access to his touch as my left grabs the back of his head. Joe works me, graciously allowing me an orgasm.
Before my body finishes vibrating from the aftershock of my climax, Joe takes me off the sink and bends me slightly over it, facing the mirror. Liquid trickles down the inside of my leg after the second time he spanks me. My fingers curl under the edges of the granite, steadying my body for the next burst. I yelp when Joe’s teeth nip at my skin after his tongue cools the stinging. He teases me several more times with a smack, his lips caressing my ass and his tongue licking up my wetness. Joe guides me to open my legs a little further and steps away where I don’t feel him any longer.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please, what?”
“Please,” I repeat. “More.”
Joe’s hand makes contact and my toes curl from the blow. Suddenly, his fingers push inside my sex.
“Fuck,” I moan.
He pulls his fingers out most of the way and then lunges them back in, keeping them still when he spanks me with his other hand. Two seconds later, my other cheek burns from another sensual assault.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Joe grunts. “You clamp down on my fingers each time.”
“Yeah?” I ask, not aware of the sensation.
“Yes,” he states. Joe thrusts his hand back inside me. “See,” he chuckles as I whimper with delight.
“Mmm hmm,” I agree.
“Do you think you could cum like this?” he checks eagerly.
“I don’t . . . know,” I whimper between breaths from him striking my rear.
“Do you mind if we try?” Joe’s palm slaps my skin two times.
“No,” I whimper after getting the chance to answer.
Joe continues to push his fingers in and out as he spanks me. He experiments with several techniques, changing from how he thrusts inside me, to how much of his fingers are penetrating, to wiggling them before, during and after each tantalizing sting is administered to my ass. It doesn’t take long for him to find a rhythm that causes my climax to arrive.
“That was hot,” Joe boasts. “You’re hot.”
I giggle as my body shakes.
He spins me, holding me tight as he kisses me. Joe’s lips travel down my body, slurping up the excess moisture between my legs before he turns on the shower. Ever the gentleman, he assists me to get in. I try to lower to my knees, eager to offer my mouth to his cock, but Joe blocks me, insisting on hoisting me against the wall.
“I need to feel you,” he comments.
“You are feeling me,” I tease.
“No,” he laughs. “I need to feel you wrapped around me.”
“O . . . kay,” my voice shakes as he slides in.
Joe moans his satisfaction when I’m completely stuffed. “That’s it. That’s what I needed. I needed to feel you . . . my girlfriend surrounding me.”
My arms tighten around his neck as my brain enjoys hearing him call me that. “I need to feel you . . . my boyfriend . . . stuffing me with your cock.”
“Potty mouth,” Joe goads. “I should spank you for that.”
“You already . . . have,” I pant.
Joe laughs into my neck. After several more thrusts, he requests, “Say it again.”
“Stuff me with your cock,” I repeat.
“No,” he chuckles. “Before that.”
“I need to feel you,” I tease, knowing what he wants me to say.
He nips at my ear. “No,” he corrects. “Just after that.”
“Ohh,” I reply. “You mean . . . my boyfriend?” The words come out with each breath I release as he continues to fuck me.
“Yes,” he confirms. “Say it again.”
“Getting . . . demanding now . . . aren’t we?” I goad between pants.
“Please,” he requests.
“My . . . boyfriend,” I hum into his ear. “My . . . boyfriend.”
“Yes,” he replies as his cock stiffens. My third orgasm begins to surface and Joe declares, “I’m yours, beautiful.”
“Mmmmmmm,” I moan as the climax permeates every single cell of my body.
“I’m yours, Emma,” Joe repeats as he grunts his release.
As our breathing slows, I request, “More, please.”
Joe laughs as he sucks in air. “How do you want it?”
“Bunny style,” I reply.
“Sure, beautiful,” he answers.
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p; Joe lets me down and it takes my legs a second to steady underneath of me. We quickly reposition ourselves and he glides himself back in. He presses his upper body into my back as he lifts my left leg up to rest on the edge of the tub for a better angle. His hands hold me firmly as he thrusts.
“God, beautiful,” Joe moans into my neck. “What you do to me . . . I can’t get enough.”
“I’m . . . not going anywhere,” I reply in between pants.
“God, I hope not,” Joe returns. “I just got you and I want more.”
My forehead presses into the tile as he continues to fuck me. “Got me?” I giggle. “You’ve had me since . . . July.”
“No,” Joe corrects. “I just got you back in New York.”
“How so?” I check.
“When you called me your boyfriend,” he shares.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I moan as the orgasm shatters into me.
“Fuck,” Joe says through a clenched jaw as his release occurs.
When I turn to face Joe, I mention, “No.”
“No what?” he checks.
“You’ve had me since July,” I say.
“Really?”
“Yes, really.”
The grin on Joe’s face is priceless and I wish I had a camera to capture it.
He pulls me into him, kissing me with desperate sweetness. We linger against each other’s body for several more minutes as we wade under the water before washing up.
Once we’re dressed, we have some breakfast and I give him a quick breakdown of the cleansing process. He generally seems intrigued, but I don’t know how much of that will last when he sees how it actually goes as we venture from room to room in the apartment.
I turn on some music, burn some incense and start with the spare bathroom. Usually, I begin in one of the bathrooms and work my way from one end of the apartment to the next. By the time I hit the kitchen, it’s time for a snack or a meal, making it easier to clean that room only once.
Joe watches me for a few seconds in the guest bathroom, but is quick to assist since there isn’t much to do. We wipe down the walls, floors and doors and then the items inside. Any objects that can’t be cleaned with a cloth, like towels, are tossed into the washer. The hallway into the second bedroom is easily done with only the walls and carpet to be cleaned. We take out everything from the bedroom closet, except the filing cabinet, clean and then place everything back. Joe’s a trooper, not complaining at all as we move along from the closet into the second bedroom, which is actually my office, and the main part of the room.
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