Page 12 of Fall Favor
“Turn around, please.”
At the sultry huskiness of her words, I follow her orders and open my eyes to find her kneeling naked before me. Her tiny waist flows seamlessly into generous hips. God, she’s lovely. My gaze lifts, taking in the surprisingly large and dark nipples jutting off her small breasts. My mouth floods with moisture at the urge to suckle. I harden even more.
Her hands follow a reverse path up the front of my body, my shaft bobbing with each pass of the soapy cloth.
She pauses, giving me that sweet smile I adore. She gently swishes the washcloth around my balls and over my erection. The edges of her lips tip up into a sultry playfulness I haven’t seen from her before.
I groan when the cloth moves up onto my abs and then over my chest as she rises onto her knees, bringing her breasts even with my cock, a pearl of precum oozing from the heated tip onto her cool skin.
The splat of the soapy washcloth hitting the shower floor startles me. Leah offers another smile as her hands smooth in a hypnotic motion over my skin, rinsing away soap bubbles and trailing back down my body until they frame my erection, and her bottom once again rests on the back of her calves. Her cheeks are flushed, her pupils blown as her pretty eyes meet mine.
“Ah, God, yeah, Mama. Do it.”
“Mm.”
Instead of going right for my penis, she spreads hot, melting kisses across my abs from hipbone to hipbone, sliding lower and lower, building the anticipation until her soft tongue finally laps at the welling of precum in a barely there touch. She closes her lips around the head and suckles. Her cheeks hollow out as her tongue slides over the underside in rhythmic milking pulses.
My legs shake, threatening to collapse, and I reach out, pressing one palm to the shower wall for support. I cry out as, in one slow, deep motion, she sucks me into the back of her throat. I stare into her eyes, waiting for her to pull back, but instead, her throat tightens, and I nearly cum as she swallows around me.
Sinking my free hand into her hair, I draw my cock away until her lips are but a whisper against the head. She hums and pulls me back in again and again with that same slow rhythmic suction.
“Mama,” I grunt. “Gonna cum.”
“Mm, yes. Give it to me, Emanuel.” And then she’s bobbing on my cock, drawing me deep until I spill down her throat.
Chapter 10
Leah
I’m not sure how long we’ve been asleep, but the bright morning sunlight we came home to has moved beyond the bedroom windows. I’m still tired and wonder what woke me. Then I feel it, the butterfly soft caresses over the puckered scars stretching across my lower abdomen.
“Do they bother you?” My voice is a hoarse whisper, mostly from being cold and wet yesterday, but partially because Emanuel’s answer is important.
“The scars? No. The pain and suffering you went through? Hell yes.”
“They’re unsightly. No bikinis for me.” I clear my throat as the joke falls flat.
“Mama, these are badges of courage proving you survived. You wear these with pride, understand?Will you tell me about it?”
“Bucky’s mistress, Debra, tried to kill me because Bucky got it in his head that it would be good publicity if he became a family man. We tried having a baby early in our marriage, but I never got pregnant. A few years later, he decided we needed to adopt. Suddenly, he had a potential adoptee all picked out when Bucky never took care of the details, so I was suspicious. I hired someone to investigate. What Bucky neglected to tell me was that it was his and Debra’s baby.”
I roll over, resting my head on his shoulder and pull his arms around me.
“She confessed later that they were going to arrange an accident for me after the adoption went through. After the baby was born, Bucky told Debra I was being difficult and she wouldn’t be getting any money because I refused on the grounds of my not wanting a baby girl. Debra went off the deep end and attacked me. Bucky didn’t find out until later that the baby wasn’t his. Turns out he was the sterile one, but by then it was too late.”
“Where’s the baby, now?”
I smile. “She’s fat, happy, and safe living with her real daddy.”
We lay there dozing in comfortable silence, lost in our thoughts, and I finally confess my last secret.
“I told you I was forty-one, that’s a risk for pregnancy anyway, but because of where the stab wounds were, the doctors performed a hysterectomy to save my life. I can’t have any kids, Emanuel.”
“Mama, that doesn’t matter. I never shared this with anyone… but I was in the foster system from five years old until I aged out at eighteen. Seeing little Benji scared and alone really hit me hard, because I looked at him and saw myself. If you want to have a family, I can tell you from personal experience, there are a lot of kids out there just waiting to be chosen but never get the chance at a real family. It doesn’t matter if they’re not ours by blood.”
“God, you’re so sweet. I love you, Emanuel.” I lift my chin, offering him my lips.
“I love you too.” He turns until I’m lying beneath him and nearly kisses me senseless. Because we’re similar in height, our bodies align perfectly, creating an unbelievable amount of intimacy between us that I’ve only dreamed of having. “Now, I seem to recall something about you needing maintenance...”
