CHAPTER 12
SEAN
I returned from my morning run and stopped dead in my tracks.
A smile crept up the side of my face and bloomed into a huge grin. These were the little things I love most about Lashawnda. She had been sleeping when I ran out of the house this morning. This entire week I had woken up before the sun even made it over the treetops and went out for a five-mile jog. I had to blow off steam from all the pent-up sexual tension. Having Lashawnda in my bed but not being able to go any further than her beautiful brown breasts was killing me.
Yes, she had pleased me to the point of oblivion just about every night. Hell, I was feeling guilty for her making me cum so much, and I couldn’t reciprocate. Lashawnda laughed when I told her I didn’t like this part of her being a woman. This whole monthly thing could kick rocks. I wanted to enjoy my woman’s body 24/7/365.
As I stood at the entrance of the kitchen, I knew I loved this woman without a doubt. She had left me an ice-cold bottle of water on the counter. My smile grew even more when I saw the light beaming inside the oven. Ambling around the bar, I opened it to find breakfast warming. There was a pot of tea steeping on the stove and she already set the table for two.
Mr. Price’s advice about getting a good woman so you’ll never go hungry was spot on. Lashawnda’s cooking was also another reason I had to increase the intensity of my jogs. I had a veracious appetite, and she kept me satisfied.
I heard movement inside the bedroom. Quickly checking the time, I saw it was a little after seven. Lashawnda must be getting into the shower. Maybe I could get an eyeful of her body covered in soap bubbles.
Don’t be a fucking perv, man.
Making my way into the room, the site that greeted me stopped me dead in my tracks. The entire bed was littered with clothes. Lashawnda was far from being one of those women who spent hours trying on multiple outfits; so, I was more than surprised to see the mess. I walked farther into the room and found her searching frantically in the top drawer.
Tiptoeing behind her, I placed my hand on the small of her back.
“Oohh!” Lashawnda yelped in shock. “Sean, you scared the crap out of me.”
She paused, sniffed the air, and turned her nose up at me. “Eww, you stinky. Go take a shower, so we can have breakfast.”
I ignored her words all together, pulled her into my arms, and backed her up against the large mahogany chest. She was fresh from the shower and the floral scent of her bath gel lingered on her smooth skin. I buried my nose into the crook of her neck and sucked on the sensitive spot below her ear. I wanted her so bad; it was literally hard for me to focus.
Damn, I needed this unwanted exile from her pussy to be over with. Wasn’t this supposed to last a few days? It had already been five. Yeah, this process was necessary for us to create a family, but I wasn’t thinking about the future right now. In my head, I sounded like the Cookie Monster. Pussy, I want my pussy!
I wonder if she’d think it was funny if I begged for some using the Cookie Monster voice?
“Mmm…Sean…please…not right now.” Lashawnda pushed at my chest. “Later, babe…I promise we will have all the time in the world to take care of this.” She wrapped her fingers around my turgid length, making sure I understood her point. “But, right now, we need to get ready for work.”
A low growl rumbled in my throat and my arms tightened around her body. Lashawnda’s response wasn’t what I was expecting. If she was telling me I could get what I needed later, then it meant she was no longer seeing her monthly.
“Later? Are you sure?” I asked, making sure I wasn’t getting my hopes up.
“Of course, I’m sure. This is my body, and I know when it is back to rights,” she said looking at me incredulously. “Now, move and go shower, so we can have breakfast.” Lashawnda softened the sound of her voice.
I pouted in displeasure. She was being inconsiderate of what I was feeling at the moment. My attempt at swaying her did nothing to make Lashawnda change her mind. She stood on her toes, planted a peck on my lips, and walked back into the bathroom. When she came back with her body lotion in hand, I was standing there dumbfounded with a massive boner.
Lashawnda smacked me on my ass.
“Hey…watch it.” I rubbed my stinging cheek.
“Hurry up,” she warned.
“Sir, yes, sir,” I replied with a salute.
“I’m serious, Sean. There’s heavy traffic on the highway right now. You’re supposed to make sure I get to work on time, but it seems like I’m pulling you over to the dark side.”
I tossed my dirty shirt into the hamper with a quick flick of my wrist, pausing with my hand high in the air after making the shot. I had worked up a good sweat on my run. The evidence was soaked into my clothes and left my dark hair looking inky black. I took a whiff of my pits and shook my head. Lashawnda was right, I was stinky. My shorts were sticking to my thighs. I swiftly hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled them off. My boxers followed, leaving me gloriously naked in front of Lashawnda.
She was giving me that look that never failed to make me strut like a peacock. Lashawnda wanted me just as much as I wanted her. But this was her little punishment for putting me off until later. My now semi-erect penis hung loosely between my legs as I walked around the room. Passing her on my way to the walk-in closet, I brushed up against her body. My arousal becoming even more pronounced as her dark brown eyes faded to black with unabashed lust.
I would tease her like she teased me. The nerve of her dangling the tasty carrot, otherwise known as her body, in front of me but telling me I had to wait. A mischievous grin spread across my face.
I’m gonna dangle my tasty carrot in her face.
“By the way, why do you have so many clothes all over the bed?” I asked walking out of the closet with a fresh pair of boxers in hand. My inquiry was met with silence.
“Huh, sweetheart?” I asked when Lashawnda still hadn’t answered.
“What…oh…I was trying to find a bra that fit properly,” she answered, taking a seat on the bench at the foot of the bed. Her eyes moved along my body as she bit her bottom lip. The peaks of her nipples were pronounced, even behind the silk robe wrapped around her.
Score one for the dangling carrot.
“Okay, you’ve got to explain that one. I thought bras just kind of…fit you.”
Lashawnda shook her head as if I was a child she had to explain some basic concept to. “No. Well, it's actually good news. I’ve been pulling my straps to the shortest length and using the hooks to make it as small as possible. But, even with all of that, they are still not small enough to hold up my girls properly.”
“W-what…are your breasts shrinking?” I shrieked in surprise. The alarm in my voice was reminiscent of someone just finding out they played the winning numbers in a million-dollar jackpot; only to find out they washed their ticket in their jeans pocket.
“No, crazy. My cup size is still the same, but my band size is smaller. Just means I’ve lost some weight.” Lashawnda rolled her eyes at my outburst. “Gosh, Sean. You would have thought I told you my thumbs fell off.”
“Oh, phew. I was about to say…” I replied casually, walking around to stand in front of her.
“Say what? You gonna run off and leave me if I drop a cup size,” Lashawnda joked as I placed both hands on either side of her body, caging her in.
“You wish, chicken-dish.” When my face was close enough, I stroked her cheeks with the tip of my nose.
“I can tell you’ve been hanging with your mom. That sounds just like something she would say,” Lashawnda responded, laughing at another one of the silly expressions my mother used. “But seriously my boobs just felt a little funny in my bra and I’m constantly pulling up my straps. The DDs are still there.”
“Hooray for me too…your boobies aren’t shrinking,” I sang mockingly.
I pushed her robe off her shoulders, parting the two halves to expose her large perky mounds. I’ve seen
quite a few breasts in my lifetime, but hands down Lashawnda’s were the most beautiful by far.
Bending my head until I was eye-level with her breasts, I extended my tongue and lightly caressed her right nipple. It was my favorite of the two. Whenever I played with her perfect tits the right one required a bit more effort to display Lashawnda’s arousal than the left. So, when I got it to stand up straight like it was doing right now, it was my own personal badge of honor.
Lashawnda threw her head back against the bed, arching her back, and encouraging me to pull her nipple deep into the cavern of my mouth. The last few days taught me that there were so many places on her body I could tease to yield an orgasm from her. That first night after my mother went home, I explored all her erogenous zones, outside of the one between her legs. I loved enticing the deep soul wrenching orgasms from Lashawnda. I took my time detailing all the things I planned on doing to her body once my exile was over. I had to put in my A-game when it came to pleasing her. She was perfecting her oral skills to a dangerous level that made me want to tuck and run when I got wind of her intentions.
Simply put, this vixen was turning me into a fucking whimpering mess.
The first time I came after about two minutes of her working me with her hands and lips. Was I embarrassed? Hell yeah. Was I never going to let her do it again? Hell no. I just resigned that I was gonna cum quick every time. I pumped myself up to handle the experience like a mind-blowing massive head rush. But then she drew out the experience, so my orgasm would be more intense. She wasn’t shy either. Lashawnda enjoyed sex as much as I did and took great pleasure in exploring every part of my package. She’d already tested her limits on deep throating my length. So far, she’s been able to fit most of it, and I was loving watching her gag.
Brown eyes wide with desire, and my pleasure as her only goal was something I could get used to.
My favorite thing this week was when she placed my cock between the valley of her soft breasts, slick with pre-cum, and slowly moved it in and out. My eyes crossed and rolled to the back of my head at the vision before me. When I finally erupted, it was like white frosting on chocolate cake. Damn if Lashawnda didn’t twirl her finger in it and take a lick.
The woman was dangerous, and I was reaping all the benefits from it.
“Sean?” she moaned my name in that voice that always sent shivers up my back.
“Hmm?” I gently bit the tip of her nipple.
“We need to get ready for work.” She arched her neck away from me and glanced over at the clock. My eyes followed her line of vision. We had forty-five minutes which was more than enough time for me to get things started.
“You still haven’t showered, and we have to eat breakfast.” Lashawnda breathed out a sigh as I blew cool air on her nipple.
“I want to eat you for breakfast.”
“As soon as we get home, you have me for breakfast, lunch, dinner…heck even a midnight snack.” With a pout on her lips, she pushed at my chest.
I huffed in annoyance but relented. She was right, if we continued like this, we would end up late going in to work. I slowly backed away from her. My cock was standing so stiff it was painful and crying for some release. I stroked it a few times, arching my brow in question at Lashawnda hoping she’d change her mind.
A few licks were all I needed. If she'd give me the green light, I'd be face deep in her sweet core; taking care of her needs as well as mine. She was just that delicious. Having her cum in my mouth was enough to trigger my own orgasms.
Unfortunately, my efforts were for naught. With a shake of her head, she popped up from the bed and grabbed her robe. She was lucky she covered up because I was ready to call in and tell Dr. Barnes we were experiencing some technical difficulties and needed to take the day off.
LASHAWNDA
I was quickly regretting my decision to wait until tonight for some hot, heart pounding sex. Sean and I made it to work on time. These days I was rarely late coming in. But this morning I was about to revert to my old ways so I could enjoy some sexy time with my man.
The last few days since his mother went home, we’ve been spending every waking moment together. I hadn’t been home since Monday night after the family dinner. It was quite an experience getting my first taste of what it would be like if we lived together. Not that I was even remotely close to taking that leap. Plus, I was working hard on perfecting my skills on Sean’s mic. He was the first guy I’d ever performed oral on. In high school stuff like that was so taboo. I could clearly remember when Stephan asked me if I wanted to try it. I was so disgusted that I ignored his phone calls for a week. But I was a grown woman now, when it came to pleasing my man nothing was off limits. Nothing.
Besides, Sean had slept with so many women, that I didn’t want to be lacking in any area. Not that I thought great sex was a good enough reason for a man to stay in a relationship. But I wanted to trump every other woman in the sex department. Call it silly, but I was highly competitive when it came to Sean’s affections. There was no way I would let him think he made a mistake by getting with me.
So, of course. I Googled tips and tricks on how to perform oral sex.
I laughed as I remembered Sean giving me the side-eye a few minutes after I had blown his mind with all I’d learned. We were holding each other in bed, and he kept sighing and shaking his head. After asking him repeatedly what was wrong, he finally admitted he was a bit surprised I swallowed.
I didn’t get what the big deal was; so, at the first opportunity I called Stacy and Crystal on a three-way for a conference call. Both women laughed at my bewilderment. Crystal said she does it on a rare occasion, but it wasn’t because of any solid reason. Stacy said she didn’t with other men, but with her fiancé, she does. Will chimed in from the background and told me a man considers it an honor if a woman receives his essence like that; it was extremely erotic and a turn on. I felt silly for calling my girls about it, but Sean’s comment made me think it was something I shouldn’t do.
Sean and I were still in our honeymoon phase and it was great basking in all the glory of new love.
My newfound love would get me into some hot water if I didn’t stop daydreaming about our sexual escapades. I was up to my neck in emails. Dr. Barnes and Dr. Vanderpool were traveling to New York for a short meeting with some members of their field. Having him out of the office was supposed to be a reprieve. But, for a Friday afternoon, I was doing way more work than normal.
The MIND Project was making waves in the oncology field. All the research we’d been doing was ground breaking. One of the major factors for successful clinical research was its ability to go from bench to bedside. Dr. Vanderpool surprised us all by reaching out to the pharmaceutical company for a preliminary discovery meeting. He knew a few people and wanted to get a feel for what was being developed in the lab. Hence, my busy day. Dr. Vanderpool’s secretary and I were trying to coordinate the meeting and flights for our perspective boss.
I looked down and checked the time; it was a little after twelve o’clock. The tightness in my lower back showed how hard I had been working the entire day. But it was worth the extra effort now that everything was all squared away. As I was about to push my chair from in front of the computer, I heard Sean’s voice from behind me.
“Are you busy?” His body language was jittery; wired as if he was bursting at the seams to show me something.
“No, not overly, why?”
“You sure?”
“Yeah...why?” I answered cautiously.
Sean pulled me by the hand out of the chair and rushed in front of me. I smiled at one of the mail clerks who had to jump out of the way to avoid bumping into us. Earnest was fresh out of high school. Interning with H&G was something he did to make money while he worked as a writer. I read a few of his short stories, even edited a few chapters for a novel he sent to a publishing agency. He was pretty talented. With so many women writing romance, I believed he would make an impact with readers diving into fantasy and love
from a man’s perspective.
“Are you going to tell me what this is all about?” I shuffled behind Sean, trotting ungainly as my two left feet tried to keep up with his pace.
“I need like fifteen minutes of your time.” He looked back at me and winked. The smile he was sporting was one I had never seen before, and I was an expert at Sean’s smiles. This new one reminded me of a cartoon villain who had come up with the perfect plan for world domination. I didn’t miss the way his eyes settled on my breasts bouncing with our brisk strides.
“Okay, I lied…maybe twenty to thirty minutes.” Sean picked up the pace even more.
We made our way down the brightly lit hallway and through the lab. I didn’t spend much time in the labs. Mainly because this was Dr. Barnes’s domain, and he had very little use for my skill sets back here. Plus, just the idea of me hanging out in the labs gave me hives. Tons of glass, chemicals, and Bunsen burners was a recipe for disaster. We finally came to a stop at Sean’s office door. He fiddled with the doorknob, before pulling me inside and closing it firmly behind him. That smile didn’t leave his face as he drummed his fingers behind his back against the closed door.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Sean said. His voice was calm and even, but I had been studying him, so the subdued excitement didn’t go unnoticed.
“Okay. Is this a good surprise?”
“Look around; what do you see?”
I did as I was told. With my back facing Sean, I carefully scanned the room. The first thing I noticed was the mess. Papers were stacked in various piles all around the room. Books were removed from the bookshelf and placed in chairs. The entire space looked like someone had ransacked it. Sean was a very neat and tidy person. The man has spent a ridiculous amount of time organizing the pantry, the medicine cabinet, my hair products, even the off-site storage facility I used from time to time. So, the picture before me didn’t fit.
“It looks like your office got hit by a tornado,” I observed. I started to question if this was a good surprise or not.
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