Perfect Ten

by Michelle Craig

  I winked at her and gently placed my hand on her head to push her back onto my cock. I was not disappointed. “You are really, really good at this, Faith. Fuck yeah, just like that.” Her lips were so fucking soft. When I felt her teeth right on the crown, I gave a deep moan. “You keep doing that and I’m not going to make you wait long.”

  She doubled her efforts. Every noise I made seemed to make her tongue lick me more and her lips clamp around my dick, sucking me in. Fuck, my Faith was a bad girl.

  “Do you want me to tell you when I’m going to come? Because, God, I’m really close.”

  She didn’t even answer me; she just continued to suck me down. My hand went to her head again and I gripped her hair, which made her pop me out of her mouth altogether. Christ!

  “No touching. Hands on the wheel.”

  As soon as I lifted my hand back onto the steering wheel, she slid her wet mouth back onto me with quick up and down strokes. I was seconds away from coming. “Jesus. Fuck. Yes!”

  My hips bucked up into her as I shot my hot cum down her throat, fighting to keep my eyes on the road. She kept sucking on my cock as I continued to come. I knew it was a lot for her to swallow, and instead of feeling bad for that, I shot one last hot bit, deep.

  My hand rubbed down her back to squeeze her ass. She was still lightly lapping at my cock. “Holy shit, Faith. Thank you.”

  She sat up, a very satisfied grin in place. “Yeah? You really liked that, huh? I guess I’m getting better at it.”

  “Any better and I won’t be able to make it past the second lick of that delectable tongue of yours.” I looked down at my big guy and I could swear he was smiling at me.

  “Take the wheel.” When she did, I put my pants back together, wincing as I came in contact with the head of my dick. He still wanted more.

  When I was fully dressed again, and my breathing was back to normal, I looked over to see if I could figure out what Faith was thinking. Each time we got intimate, I saw more and more of her. She really was a sex kitten. Maybe she liked sex as much as I did, and wouldn’t that be an awesome thing?

  “What did I do to deserve that?”

  In typical Faith fashion, she blushed. I know I said it before, but I loved that. She could rip my cock out of my pants and suck me with wild abandon and then be shy about it. What a woman. Soft and hard. Confident and shy.

  “I don’t know.”

  I could see by the look on her face that she did know. “Tell me. No secrets between us, Faith. You can say anything to me.”

  “Okay. Well, as much as I hated hearing Sophia tell me about what you two did together, it got me turned on a little.”

  Okay… that was certainly unexpected. “Okay. Um, what do you mean? You don’t want to see me with other women, do you? Oh, God. You don’t want another man in the room?” Christ, I hoped not. I wanted to get away from that life.

  “God, no! Oh, no, Joe. Never that. I won’t share you. But when she said those things, I kind of pictured you doing them to me.”

  Holy fuck. She wanted to try anal sex? Count me in. “What exactly are you saying? You want me to fuck you—”

  She put her hands over her face. “Oh God—don’t say it. You think I’m disgusting. Forget it. I don’t even think I meant it. It’s just that it’s kind of forbidden, you know? Ah, forget it.”

  I pulled her hand down, uncovering half her face. “Faith, listen to me. There is nothing, and I mean nothing aside from hurting you that I wouldn’t want to do with you. I’m up for anything you want to try, and if you don’t like something, we won’t do it. But honey, if you’re asking me if I’d like to fuck you there? The answer is hell yes. I want every inch of you. Every. Fucking. Inch.”

  When she looked at me again, I could see the heat in her eyes. Oh, she wanted it. At least she thought she did. She wiggled in her seat, looking none too comfortable. “Joe.”

  I put my hazard lights on and pulled over to the side of the road. Unhooking my seatbelt this time, I covered her mouth with mine as I let my fingers give her the release she so desperately needed. Panties were so overrated.

  “God. Thank you. I really needed that.”

  I ran the back of my hand down her face and kissed her once more. “Sweetheart, it was entirely my pleasure.”

  ***

  Mrs. Covington’s mansion came into view and Faith let out a gasp.

  “Oh, my God. It’s huge!”

  I looked down at my crotch and back at her. “Huh. For a minute there, I thought you were looking at my cock again.” Hey, if you couldn’t have fun with the one you love, who could you have fun with? Wait… the one you love? Did I just say that? Wow. I did. Holy shit, I do. I love her. Might want to keep that to myself a bit longer though, right? Not right? Shit, this was completely new territory for me, but I’m not scared like I thought I’d be.

  “Very funny, big guy. I meant the house—or estate? What do you even call such a building?”

  “A mansion? I know it’s huge, but wait until you see the inside. You’ll feel like home as soon as she lets her lovelies out.” I knew Faith would love all her critters.

  “Her lovelies?”

  “That’s what she calls all her pets. She’s got a dozen, at least. Dogs, cats, turtles, all kinds of things. She even has a rabbit that’s litter trained.”

  We pulled into the circular drive to see an older gentleman standing by the door just waiting to help Faith out of the car. Mrs. Covington was pulling out all the stops for her formal dinner.

  “Thank you, sir.”

  “Madam.” He motioned us to the front door with a flourish. The door was closed, and I lifted the door knocker to wait for the housekeeper to allow us entry.

  Not seeing Mrs. Covington in her usual spot on the deacon’s bench, I looked questioningly around.

  “Mrs. Covington’s hip is bothering her this evening, sir. She is awaiting you in the drawing room. This way please.”

  Faith interjected before we moved any farther. “Thank you, Ms?”

  That quickly, she won the formidable housekeeper over. “Mrs. Sampson,” she answered with a delighted smile.

  Faith wasn’t done yet. She placed her hand on Mrs. Sampson’s arm. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m Faith Graham.”

  I think I grew three inches in that moment alone standing up so straight with my tail feathers out. I was so proud of my girl. She made me feel like a caveman. I wanted to shout ‘Mine!’ to anyone within hearing distance.

  Mrs. Sampson led us into the drawing room, which was huge, of course, but very comfortably decorated.

  Even though Mrs. Covington had more money than God, and liked to observe some formalities such as dressing for dinner, she liked being surrounded by comfortable things also, not ostentatious furnishings. The couch she reclined on held home-made afghans and pillows given to her by some of her lady friends, and the carpet under the furniture set was light blue with pale yellow flowers on it, not an antique oriental rug as one might expect.

  As we made our way inside, not so little paws clicked erratically on the wood floors that weren’t covered by the rug. They belonged to a Bernese Mountain dog. At ten weeks old, she was Mrs. Covington’s newest addition to the menagerie, and looked more like she was six months old. I’d always loved the big breeds; of course, the miniature Doberman following her was cute, too.

  “Daisy, you stop this instant!” Mrs. C. lost the battle with the leash that was trailing after Daisy.

  “This is a warm welcome, Mrs. Covington.” I bent down and scooped up the puppy, holding her against my chest as she licked my face.

  “I’m sorry, dear. I guess I didn’t have a very good hold on her leash. She’s still a puppy don’t you know.”

  I deposited the puppy back in the chair next to her as I placed a kiss on her withered cheek. She sounded like her usually spunky self, but her coloring was off. “I hear you’re not feeling very well tonight. We can always reschedule.” I didn’t want her making herself sick.

>   “Oh, don’t be silly. It’s just this old hip of mine, that’s all.” She put her hand on my hip and pushed me aside to look at Faith. “Faith, dear. It’s so nice to see you again.”

  Faith walked up and gently squeezed Mrs. Covington’s hands. “Thank you so much for inviting me.” She stood up and admired her surroundings. “You have a lovely home. And such cute companions!” Daisy’s happy yip filled the air as Faith reached over and scratched her ears.

  As Daisy was struggling to get down off the chair, Mrs. Covington tried to stand. “Oh, dear. Mrs. Sampson!”

  I immediately tried to lend her a hand. “What is it?”

  “Daisy needs to go out. When she wiggles her behind like that, we don’t have much time. She’s still learning.”

  Faith quickly took the leash and dashed for the French doors that opened out onto the patio and then to the backyard. “I’ve got her. Come on, girl. Hurry!” Daisy was only too happy to run with Faith to the doors, squatting just inside to do her business. “Oh, that’s okay. You were so close, sweetie.”

  Mrs. Covington laughed and told me to keep her at all costs. “Any lady who doesn’t get mad at an animal if it messes in the house is one worth keeping, Joe. Please call Mrs. Sampson for me to clean that up, dear.”

  “That’s okay. I’ve got it.” Faith was just straightening from cleaning up the small mess on the floor with napkins she found lying on the tray table next to Mrs. Covington. “Is there a trashcan outside?”

  “Oh, my. You shouldn’t be doing that, Faith! You’re my guest.”

  Faith’s reassuring smile instantly put her at ease. “I’ve had lots of dogs, Mrs. Covington. It’s no big deal at all.” Peeking out the door, Faith simply placed the soiled napkins on the patio outside. “Could you point me to the ladies room, please?”

  “Right down the hall, dear. Thank you.”

  When Faith returned, Mrs. Sampson called us for dinner. The dining room, while still comfortable, was the most formal room in the house that I’d seen. It was decorated in gold silks and red accents. Without actually counting, the long table looked like it could easily accommodate twenty guests. The red brocade fabric covering the chairs was soft to the touch. Floor to ceiling windows boasted long drapes made of the same fabric, but in gold tones. Seeing how everything seemed to sparkle drew my eyes to the massive crystal chandelier. It was quite a room and reeked of wealth.

  After Mrs. Covington was seated, I held Faith’s chair for her, placing a kiss on her temple as she sat to the right of our host. I sat down next to her and listened to them converse.

  “What an impressive room. I’ve never seen anything quite like it.”

  “I know it’s a bit overdone, but I always loved the idea of dressing for dinner and eating in such a grand place. When my family was alive, we had these kinds of dinners once a month.” A shadow of times gone by flickered over her face, but was replaced with her ever-present smile in a heartbeat.

  “I’m sure they all loved the time they spent with you here. There’s just something about this house. I can’t put my finger on it, but it’s as if you can feel the love that this house has known.”

  I was horrified to see tears in Mrs. Covington’s eyes. My chair scraped back loudly as I got up and walked to her side, not knowing what I was going to do, but not being able to simply sit there and watch her grieve.

  In true style, Mrs. Covington patted my hand. “Go sit down, Joe. I’m fine, really I am. It’s just so nice to have you here.” When I sat, she patted Faith’s hand, too. “Thank you for seeing what others don’t. So many people—mostly those vultures from the tabloid magazines and such—want to think this is just a place that shows how much money I have. They don’t get it. Yes, I know it’s big. It’s certainly more than we ever needed, but there are real memories here. We raised our children here. We loved here.”

  Faith’s eyes were filling now, too. Fuck me. Two of my favorite women were sad? I reached under the table and placed my hand on Faith’s thigh, at a total loss.

  “It’s a special place. I’m so glad I’m here.” Faith gave her a watery smile and raised her water glass. “A toast. To happy memories”

  “To happy memories, dear. And young love.” Mrs. Covington pointed her glass in my direction. “And to wonderful friends.”

  “You’re one of my best, Essie.”

  “Oh, Joe. Finally. Please call me Essie too, Faith. Only my dearest friends do.”

  “I’m honored.”

  The rest of the night went wonderfully, but I still couldn’t wait to get Faith home. I couldn’t stop thinking about her talking about tying me to the bed, me taking her different ways. I’d never get enough of her body or her mind.

  As the evening began to wind up with tea back in the drawing room, Mrs. Covington called Mrs. Sampson and asked her to retrieve a file from her desk.

  “Joe. I wanted to discuss something with you. I’ve been thinking long and hard about this for months now.”

  Mrs. Sampson handed her the file and left the room as quietly as she’d entered. I couldn’t imagine what Essie wanted to discuss with me.

  “Of course, Essie.” She lit up like a Christmas tree when I used her familiar name again. It kind of made me feel bad for insisting on calling her Mrs. Covington for so many years.

  She got directly to the point with no preamble. “I’m leaving you this house and the money to keep it up, as well as keeping my staff employed.”

  She handed me the file, which promptly fell to the floor, as my hands were not working. “What?” I had to have heard her wrong. Why would she leave me her house? It made no logical sense.

  “Oh, Joe. Haven’t you figured it out, dear boy? You remind me of my late husband. He had the same sparkle in his eye—somewhat devilish.” She winked at Faith as she said that. “And I can see your heart. I have since the day I first saw you. You didn’t know me then, but you were escorting the daughter of a friend of mine to a charity ball when I first saw you. I knew then that I wanted you in my life, and I was right. You’ve been such a dear friend to me.” Once again, she teared up and dabbed her eyes with a tissue she had pulled from her sleeve. “I consider you my family, dear. My only family. You know I don’t have anyone else. Why let my estate simply disappear? Why give it to the vultures who are just waiting for me to die? I know you’ll keep my family alive. You’ll share me with your own children.”

  I didn’t know what to say. It was a pretty big deal. My first thought was that she was sick and not telling me. My voice broke a little when I asked the questions I wasn’t sure I wanted answers to. “Essie, are you sick? God, you’re not leaving me, are you?” I knew she was old, but I didn’t want her to die yet.

  “Oh, sweet Joe. I’m almost eighty-six years old. My heart is giving out, but it’s okay. I’m ready to see my family again, but I have to tie up my estate before it’s too late. I’m not dying tonight, though.” She smiled at me, but I didn’t feel like smiling back.

  “I don’t need your money, Essie. Why not just donate it?” I didn’t want to be having this discussion. Faith grabbed my hand, trying to tell me something without words, but I didn’t know what.

  “I know you don’t. I’m leaving a quarter of my estate to various animal groups, some to military organizations and other charities, but I am leaving my house to you and twenty years of tax money and operating expenses. I’m not sure if you realize how rich I am exactly or how much it costs to keep an estate this size in good condition.”

  She didn’t say that to brag. She’d never bragged about her money.

  “I don’t know what to say.”

  For the first time, she looked uncertain. “You—you wouldn’t sell it right after I died, would you?”

  “God! No, of course not. I would never do that to your memory, Mrs. Covington.”

  “Essie, dear.” She bit back her smile as I floundered.

  “Essie. If this is what you really want, I would live here. I’d keep all your lovelies and probably add to them
. Your staff would always have a home here. It’s just a bit much to take in all at once, you know?”

  “I understand. Believe it or not, I need you to sign a few papers if you would dear.”

  “Sure. Of course. Anything you need.”

  “Please go get Mrs. Sampson and Mr. Hurley.”

  When I brought the housekeeper and the butler back into the drawing room, they served as witnesses to my signing. Faith was quiet through the whole ordeal.

  “Wait a minute. This is a power of attorney. You don’t need that, do you?” I wasn’t sure I wanted that responsibility.

  “Not right now, but what if I have a stroke or worse, and they try to do things to me that I don’t want done? I won’t be kept alive on some artificial breathing machine, young man. You’ll have to be my voice. Those doctors don’t respect the papers I’ve already signed telling them not to do that to me. They still ask the family and these papers say you’re my family.”

  I sat there dumbfounded, but what choice did I have? This woman meant the world to me and I was all she had left. So I signed the papers.

  “That’s a good boy. Thank you, Joe. Now stop looking so scared! This is all good news. I’m feeling fine this evening aside from this silly hip. Really, I am.”

  We made some small talk, which was filled with a little bit of tension and then left.

  “Can I drive?” I wasn’t sure if Faith really wanted to drive or if she thought I couldn’t. Admittedly, my mind was whirling.

  “Sure, sweetheart.” I handed her the keys and slipped into the passenger’s seat.

  “Seriously? I was kidding. You’re going to let me drive your baby?”

  Maybe she had a point. I put one leg back out the door and she took off toward the driver’s side. “Oh, no. You already said yes.” With a ‘woohoo,’ she jumped into the driver’s seat and started the car up, revving the engine as soon as she could. “Oh, yeah.”

  Her exuberance drew my smile as I looked back to the house, seeing Essie beaming at us from the window. I waved to her and off we went.

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