After quickly stripping down to nothing, I step into the Jacuzzi and find my place of comfort right away. My mind turns over things immediately, starting with Jordan and his impending school year. He’s ready, but I always want him in the position to excel. Then I think about how the start of the school year will affect the bakery sites. Will it drum up traffic or not? Not all of the locations are near schools. I need to address the two that are. Then I think about the upcoming basketball season and how that will take a toll on my family. This time will be different because Stenton and I are together. We actually date and talk each night, sometimes while holding hands if not just touching on any body part having passed out from love-making. This will be disrupted soon. If I know Stenton, he will make sure he’s with Jordan and me every opportunity he finds, but things are certainly going to change.
Just as my anxiety starts to rise I sense his presence and glance up to find him standing over the tub, stark naked with his miniature baseball bat patently present. Stenton steps inside and plants himself directly across from me, reminding me why this tub is almost the size of a miniature pool. He pulls my left foot into his hand and slowly rubs my feet, still hiding his eyes from me. I enjoy seeing my foot against his inked chest. I sigh heavily as I relax into the water, immersing myself even deeper. We sit quietly for a while.
When the silence becomes too thick, I mutter, “You’re going back to work soon.” Stenton doesn’t reply. “Jordan and I are going to miss having you around.”
I’m not bothered by his reticence, but don’t want to get used to it. One of my favorite things to do is to talk to Stenton, exploring his high aptitude. It’s easy to forget about his amazing intellectual capacity because he selectively exposes it, and he certainly doesn’t wear it among the tats and rough exterior.
“Are you going to let us sneak into your suites during your away games?” I ask with humor in my eyes.
And that’s when I get his eyes. I find no humor, but there is definitely preoccupation in them as he shifts in place, disrupting the stillness of the water. He pulls my leg to the left and grabs me at the right thigh, pushing that open as well. My face wrinkles in disbelief as he ducks underneath the rather hot water and pushes his face into the apex of my thighs. My eyes go wild when I feel his thick tongue lap my clitoris. And when his big hands reach up and pull at my nipples, pulling them into peaks, I moan into the air. My thoughts are on Stenton’s endurance under water and his intentions for me while down there. That thought is interrupted after some time when Stenton’s tweaking of my breasts increases and the swiping of his magical tongue moves at the same rate, I feel a quickening in my groin. Spun out of control that quickly, I grab his head, pushing my sex into his busy face as I position myself to let go. And I do.
“Oh, goodness!”
I gyrate with wild abandon in the water splashing it each way, not caring about anything but Stenton’s gifted tongue and fingers puppeteering my body.
“Steeeeen!” I cry out, unable to anchor myself against my harsh movements while my body undergoes a violent orgasm felt from the nail bed of my toes to the pores of my scalp.
I don’t know how long my body spasms, can’t say how long Stenton remains underwater. I do, however, recognize when I’m pulled from the Jacuzzi and into his frame where I wrap my legs around his waist.
“Oh, yessss!” I suck in a breath when I feel him breaching my labia. I relax against him to allow him total entry. Stenton’s girth is none like I’ve ever seen much less experienced.
I guess they’re right. My mother, Angela, and even Karen have recently suggested how much Stenton spoils me. No matter how drained he is after training or traveling for meetings or endorsement obligations, if I ask him to show somewhere before resting, Stenton is there even if kicking and screaming along the way. Just like tonight. I thought it was a wash, but he turns around and gives me what I wanted. With my eyes sealed and mouth agape in ecstasy, I smile at my accomplishment.
Putting up with his mood swings has some benefits.
When I open them again and peer down at Stenton, his expression is rigid, face tight and eyes strained in a manner not typical during sex.
“Wh-what’s wrong?” His powerful hip thrusts chop my words.
“Have you been fucked like this?”
What?
I recall him saying he didn’t want to talk about our former relationships. But right now I can see it all in his face, he needs assurance. Is that what this has been about? His sudden attitude? He’s gone alpha-male, territorial.