Page 41 of Hers to Tame
A little over an hour later we’re finally dressed. It’s hard to focus when you’re too busy dancing around to Trombone Shorty. Having a hot, soapy body in the shower with me makes it a challenge also.
This is the best day of my life. I’m pretty sure none of the ones before today can even come close in comparison. Maggie and I spend all day together. After breakfast, we spend most of the day wandering through one of the art museums before swinging by a grocery store.
With the music pumping through my apartment, we cook dinner together. It doesn’t take much to convince her I can make just as good a chicken alfredo as Mom. After dinner, we join the crowd at the pub for some late-night shots and dancing. Sliding into her warm pussy in my bed during the early morning hours with a slight whiskey buzz is the end to a perfect day. The best one I’ve ever had.
I thought that was my best day, until the next one. We never make it out of the apartment, Maggie never puts on pants and I never make it for my run. We start it out by her straddling my lap, naked, feeding us Cheerios in bed.
It might have been okay, except I had to grind up against her causing the half-full bowl of cereal and milk to be upended on my chest. As cold as it was, it didn’t matter at all when I fucked her senseless covered in milk. After throwing the sheets into the washer, we moved onto the couch where she rode me like a true cowgirl.
Lunch found me properly thanking her for heating some leftovers by worshiping her pussy with my mouth in the middle of my kitchen island. By afternoon, we both need a nap. When I finally have her settled onto my chest on the couch, wearing nothing but one of my dress shirts, I drift off for about an hour. I’m woken by someone whispering in my ear.
“Colin.” Opening my eyes I look down at Maggie.
“Weren’t you on top of me when we started out?”
“I guess that alligator roll maneuver you’ve perfected isn’t just when you’re drunk.”
“Well, if you’re going to develop a skill, I say go big or go home.” I roll my hips into her.
“Your phone keeps ringing,” she moans when I reach between us, finding her already soaking wet. I must have been dry humping her for a while in my sleep. Go me!
“It’ll keep,” I say, sliding my shorts down before driving into her. Her back arches in a groan as I seal my mouth over hers. My phone ringing in the background is completely forgotten.
My office keeps calling, however, making sure I’m prepared for tomorrow’s meeting. I’ve never been unprepared for any meeting, so I’m not sure why they suddenly need to check up on my work.
Maggie is sleeping soundly on the couch but I’m too restless to relax. I’m sitting in my chair reading one of the books we picked up at the bookstore yesterday. She asked me a question earlier about where we go from here. I brushed her off at the time, but now I realize it’s a very real problem.
“Brave New World, huh?” Maggie’s hand slides across my shoulders. She throws a blanket she’s snagged off of the couch onto the floor next to the windows. “Not one of my favorites. Sort of bleak. I thought I’d try your copy ofAnatomy of a Murder.” She flops down on her stomach on the blanket. Her hair is still damp from her earlier shower. She’s slid on a pair of sweats with a tank top.
“You can take the chair. I’ll find somewhere else to sit.” As adorable as she looks with her feet kicking behind her, her book propped up, I didn’t intend for her to settle for the floor. She waves me off, her eyes never leaving her book. I make a mental note to work on this part of my apartment before she’s back next time. I obviously need another chair.
“What’s wrong?” Maggie asks, looking up at me.
“Hmm?” I ask looking down at her. I’ve been staring at my book without really seeing it for a while. How do we work out the distance of this relationship?
“You growled then mumbled about something. Seems like a signal you’re fretting about some problem either real or imagined.” Her eyebrows are drawn together in a frown.
“Real or imagined?” She just shrugs at me. “I have to start back to work tomorrow. How long do you get to stay?”
“I have to go home on Wednesday. I have teacher in-service starting Thursday. Lily has already texted me about getting together Saturday night. Stop growling, maybe you can come down the next weekend. They’ve been asking for you at the shelter.”
“Huh,” I grunt in response. She finally gives up returning to her book.
“Okay,” she says, closing her book. Crawling across the floor to me, she takes the book out of my hand, placing it back on the stack. “What has got your panties all in a wad? I can’t concentrate with all of the grumbling from over here.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be my line?” She waits patiently, her arms resting on my thighs. “I was just thinking about how bad this is all going to suck long distance. I’m always working, you have students that depend on you to be there.”
“Well, as I see it there are two options. Either we call it quits now or we figure out how to make it work. People do it all the time. We just have to rock along until we find what works best for us. Besides, I’m pretty sure after being apart for a week and a half, we will barely make it through my door before tearing each other apart. Your job is to make sure the door is closed so we don’t scandalize the neighbors.” I have to laugh before turning serious again.
“Do you really think we can pull this off?” I ask.
“I think we’ve been pulling this off, in some demented way, for the last six years. Now, what can I do to take your mind off your troubles?” I hiss when she wraps her hand around my dick. Just being this close to her has already made it sit up to take notice, always has. “So what were you saying?” she asks as she works my shorts down to my ankles.
“I think I just asked you some shit about us already breaking up. I... oh Jesus!” I moan out when she runs her tongue up the underside of my shaft, twirling her tongue around the head. “Never mind. Ahhh. I’m an idiot.”
I can’t even remember what I was thinking when she slides me to the back of her throat. The smell of apples wafts up from her hair when I run my hands through it. Just a few short strokes against her tongue has me near my breaking point. This time, though, when she runs me down to her throat she swallows around me.
“Shit, stop! You’ll make me come,” I beg. With a wicked grin, she flashes her eyes at me. With slow, deadly precision she repeats the move, only this time I can’t hold back. My hips thrust up as I shoot into her mouth. My hand is wrapped around her hair, holding her head tightly to me as I empty completely. When my vision clears, I feel her trying to unclamp my fingers from her head.
