“Heated? You can do that Jack?”
“Sure. Well, my crew can.” And he stared pointedly at Pete and Dave. They groaned, but I was lost in the image of heated floors.
“When we first had this renovated, we had to stick to a strict budget.”
“Well, this time you can get whatever you want, babe. Shit. I’m sorry, I’ve got to get ready for work.” Wills shoved the last of the toast into his mouth and bolted for the bedroom.
“That company does run him ragged.” Jack frowned after him. “Maybe you can talk him into starting his own business, Theo. He is a very capable computer tech.”
Knowing he’d come home safe every night? “That sounds like a good idea. I’ll bring it up to him.”
Jack patted my shoulder and filched a slice of bacon from my plate. “Don’t tell Jill.”
I smiled and turned back to the stove. “I didn’t see a thing.”
* * * *
My own family may have written me off, but I was marrying into one that was amazing. Pete and Dave couldn’t stay, but Jack did, and he called his brother Jake to discuss plans for the kitchen and dining room. They spent hours over it, and Jack had to switch to the house phone because he’d forgotten to bring his cell phone charger.
They decided that Jake should come down with Harry and a crew, and since the apartment was going to be a renovation zone, I decided we’d be better off away from the site, so I booked rooms at the Madison Arms.
I didn’t know about how the others fared, but for me and Wills…It was an early honeymoon.
It was a gorgeous Sunday in June, with not a cloud in the sky. And what made it even more gorgeous was Wills didn’t have to work—I had him to myself.
“No! No!” I sprawled on the bed, giddy and breathless, while he nibbled on my toes. I’d had johns who’d rimmed me or who’d blown in my ears, but not one of them had ever considered my toes an erogenous zone.
Well, frankly, neither had I. That Wills was the one to discover it…
He sucked my big toe into his mouth, and I convulsed with laughter again. He looked up, brushed the hair from his eyes, and grinned. You’d think he was the first person to ever pay attention to my toes.
Oh, wait, he was!
“Don’t make breakfast today, babe.” He ran a fingertip from the ball of my foot to my heel, and I squirmed at the ticklish sensation.
“Wills, don’t…” To my disappointment, he stopped. But then he surged up, pushed my cock out of the way, and drew his tongue over my balls.
I didn’t have time to catch my breath, though, because he shifted slightly and took my cock between his lips, dipping his tongue under my foreskin.
“God, you drive me crazy!”
He didn’t answer, just hummed, and I tugged on his hair. He grunted and looked into my eyes.
“Swing around. I want you in my mouth.”
He shuddered, changed his position, and settled his cock within reach of my mouth. I wet the forefinger of my right hand, and while I stroked my left palm over the curve of his ass, I circled his hole and pressed into it, searching for his prostate. He groaned, then groaned harder when I gave it a vigorous rub and swallowed his cock. I loved the feel of it, whether in my hand, my mouth, or my ass. I teased the area just below the crown, pulled back a bit to lap at the precome that oozed from the slit, and lost myself in the pleasure of his taste.
I lost myself so far that I was stunned when he pulled off my cock. “Gonna…gonna come, Theo.”
“Sorry.”
“What are you s-sorry about? I’m having the best—God, that feels good!—the best time! I just…just thought you should know.”
“Okay.” I concentrated on the moist heat of his mouth as it surrounded my cock, and I was startled to realize it wouldn’t take long for me to climax either.
And then my balls tightened and drew up, and there we were, both of us flooding each other’s mouths with the familiar taste of semen.
“Mmm.” I let his cock slide out, careful of the sensitized head, and Wills did the same, making no effort to roll off me. He rested his head on my thigh, from time to time pressing kisses to it.
“Wills?”
“Mmm?”
“I love you.” I no longer had to make an effort to say the words. They’d become easier and easier.
“Love you too, babe.” And I could hear the pleasure in his voice.
Yeah…a gorgeous Sunday.
* * * *
“So, what did you have in mind?”
“For?”
Breakfast.” I glanced at the bedside clock. “Brunch.”
“Ah. Charmaine?”
“Works for me.” It was a little restaurant that was within walking distance of our home. Vince had mentioned it in passing, and we’d tried it and liked it enough to make it ours.
Since it featured outdoor dining, we didn’t need to wear anything fancy, just casual trousers and short-sleeved, button-down shirts, so we showered and dressed.
Miss Su was stalking a catnip mouse, and she paused as we looked into the living room.
“Watch the house, Miss Su, and be a good girl.”
She left the mouse and came to us. “Mrrow?”