The lock on the heavy door turns and then, the door clicks shut behind him. I remain still on the bed, waiting for him to come to me.

He’s on the phone. Probably with her. I want to chide him but he was very clear about the rules when we spoke downstairs. I’m to remain completely silent. It’s his turn to tease me. No matter how good it feels, no matter how turned on I get, I’m not to speak. To scream. To moan.

He swings one long leg up and steadies himself half-kneeling the bed, continuing his conversation like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Then it’s warm fingers on my back, pulling gently at the strap of the light blue bra. The fabric stretched tightly across my breasts is periwinkle lace. See-through. My dark chocolate nipples and areola on full display.

He cranes his neck to kiss that little spot at the nape of my neck. Mmmm. A smile plays on my lips but no sound comes out.

As he continues his conversation, I think he’s going for full-blown psychological torture. Tasting me, while talking to her.

He nods, and kisses the sharp curve of my backbone. “Yes, yes,” he answers in his calm, low voice. “Tuesday night—I promise. Seven on the dot.” It’s Sunday now.

I have no idea who’s on the other end, who he’s making plans with. I’m not sure he would tell me the truth if I asked.

He stands back up, locking my knees in place with his own legs. He unbuckles the black leather belt slowly, the phone clamped tight between his shoulder and right ear. He doesn’t say a word to me; he just points.

I understand.

I undo the button on the dark wool pants, then slide the zipper down slowly, carefully. Silently. If she hears me in the background unzipping him…well, his reaction would be less than pleasant. I pull the fabric down just far enough to get at the navy boxers clinging to the hairy, tanned legs underneath.

Fuck. I cross my legs against my own wetness. I don’t want to come before taking care of him. I need to pace myself.

I slip his cock out of the sleek material of the boxers and he grins down in anticipation, aqua blue eyes all lit up. He fills both hands, grabbing my breasts and squeezing them in his palms. His touch is light; he knows just how much to make me hot, without it being painful.

I won’t take him in my mouth just yet. I always like to draw it out, but tonight, I’d like him to give her an excuse, any excuse—just hang up the damn call and give me his full attention.

The skin on the head of his cock is an angry red now—taut and ready for my lips. But…not yet. Still holding his cock, I press my face into his thigh and run my tongue, feather-light, over the fine blond hair there. I kiss him once, twice, a third time, again and again as I run a trail of kisses to the tan, heavy balls that make me fucking wild. The hair down here is blond and obviously sun-kissed. He’s been bad and I’m sure he wasn’t alone, whatever he’s been doing.

to be continued…