Page 81 of Homestead

“Yes. I’m fine. Sorry to wake you up.”

“’Bout time anyway, isn’t it?” He’s opened his eyes now and moves his arms out from under the covers. He’s blinking up at me in the dark room.

“Not quite time yet.” It’s not even dawn. We’ve got a little time before we need to get up.

That gives me an idea. A way to prove I’m the same person I always was with him.

“Then lie back down, baby, and get more sleep. You been tired lately.” He’s still got that sleepy mumble going, and for some reason it makes my heart clench.

“I’m not tired this morning.”

“You’re not?” He sounds different. More awake.

“No. I was thinking of something better than sleeping, unless you want to doze off again.” As I speak, I pull my gown off over my head. My breasts jiggle slightly from the motion.

There’s not much light in the room, but my eyes have adjusted, and I assume his have too. He stares at my naked chest. I hear his breathing speed up. “You sure?”

He sounds hoarse and aroused but also slightly surprised. And it’s the surprise that makes me realize how much I’ve messed up in the past week.

He should never be surprised that I want to do something sexy with him. We don’t usually have full-on sex in the morning since we have to get going so early, but I give him quick morning blow jobs fairly regularly.

But he’s surprised I want to today.

I’ve definitely got to do better.

“Yes, I’m sure.” I lean over, pressing a kiss on his beard. Then lower on the side of his neck. Then on his shoulder. Then on his right nipple. I draw down the covers to bare his big body. He’s wearing nothing but a pair of thin cotton boxers, and his cock is already tenting the fabric.

I don’t spend a lot of time on preliminaries because I’m queasy despite my firm resolutions. I pull down his underwear. Stroke him with my hands until his cock is firm and upright, then bend over so I can take him fully in my mouth.

It’s worse than I thought—the nausea on top of the thick substance of his erection in my mouth.

He groans loudly and arches his spine up at my first long suck, which is a good sign. He’s not going to last very long.

He uses both hands to guide my head the way he always does, but the gentle pressure of his fingers, holding me in place at his groin, is deeply disturbing this morning. It makes me feel trapped. I might vomit and not be able to get away.

Fighting against the panic since this is so important, I fumble under my chin until I can get one hand on his sac. I massage it as I sustain the hard, rhythmic sucks.

He’s making rough, helpless grunts and groans—all of them wordless—and keeps holding my head in place as he rocks his hips up into my mouth.

My mind whirls. My heart races frantically. I feel hot and cold in quick succession and break out in a clammy sweat.

On the very edge, I move my hand to push hard against the sensitive spot behind his balls.

He comes with a loud sound that’s almost a bellow. His body shakes frantically. There’s no way I can swallow his semen right now. I lift my head and take several gaspy breaths as I squeeze him through the spurts of his climax. He comes all over my breasts, and the smell makes me feel even sicker.

“Oh fuck, baby,” he rasps when he’s finally relaxed back on the pillow. He looks sated and sleepy. “You do me so good.”

I force a smile. Surely in his postorgasmic daze, he won’t be able to tell that it’s fake. “I love doing that for you. And you deserve a good morning. I’m sorry I’ve been kind of prickly lately. I think it was hormones or something, but I’m feeling better now.”

He reaches up to cup my cheek, his eyes heavy and a little smile on his face. “Good. Been worried ’bout you.”

It’s sweet. And incredibly upsetting. I lean down to brush my lips against his mouth and straighten up before he can hold my head down to lengthen the kiss.

The whole world feels like it’s spinning wildly. I’m still being slammed by waves of hot and cold. I climb over his body and off the bed in an urgent rush.

“Hey! Where you goin’? I was gonna do you too.”

“I don’t want anything this morning,” I tell him, smiling so he will hear it in my voice. “I just wanted to do that for you. And now I really need to go to the bathroom!”

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