Once we arrive to the apartment, Rayna stops into the office to grab her laptop and then makes her way into the master suite to charge it up. I wonder what she’s doing on there at this hour, but I know it’s work related if she’s on there. I go into the office to return a few calls and emails.
Ten minutes later, I find my eyes numbing. It’s only eleven thirty, but I’m exhausted. I head back to the bedroom where she’s still laid across the chaise on the laptop.
“You mind if I jump the line and hit the shower before you?” I ask fucking pathetically. I just want some type of interaction with her.
Barely looking at me, she answers, just audibly, “No. Not all. I’m just editing my quarterly reports. I’ll be another twenty minutes or so.”
I stalk into the bathroom, undress, and shower. Once I’m done, I come back out into the bedroom to find her exactly where I left her, even in the exact same sitting position. I decide to go out into the great room to hit up my sports channels until I doze.
Just under an hour later, my eyes are fixed to the television. The lights are off, but my peripheral picks up a nearing object on the floor. I turn my head to get a full view and see Rayna coming closer. She’s on her hands and knees, crawling over to me like a cat.
The fuck?
I don’t say anything. I just watch her. She wears her knee-length Japanese wrap. Once she arrives, she grabs onto my legs and raises her upper body to my kneecaps. When she rises to her knees, I notice her wrap is open and she has nothing on beneath. Her beautifully coiled breasts sit nice and naturally, without the restraints of a bra. I’m able to get a peek of her neatly manicured pubic area. I’m really enjoying the new and groomed look to it. She started getting waxed down there after my dentist found evidence of my frequent dining on her during my last checkup.
Rayna doesn’t say anything, but wears an intense expression. I feel her pulling at the drawstrings of my pajama pants. Once the tie is undone, she grabs the elastic top of my boxers and pants and pulls them down. Damn. I think I know where this is going. Shit—I hope I know where this is going. But I don’t get why. I resigned to her being upset with me for overstepping with her mom. In the car she didn’t say it, but her actions were cold and didn’t give very much other than reproach. She’s on her period, so I know she’s not trying to smash.
My dick bucks out and she kisses him as if he’s welcome. I watch as Rayna plants small kisses all around then starts to mildly stroke me with one hand before applying soft nibbling and masterful scrapings. I’m losing my fucking mind by the second. Eventually she works herself up to taking the head into her mouth. It’s a nice, warm, soft sensation. I sharply inhale and relax my neck, laying the back of my head in the couch while she takes me in inch by inch. Once all of my cock is wet, she uses both hands to massage me. Ms. Brimm never fails to blow my mind while blowing my rod. She starts to pick up speed while concentrating on the tip of my penis. Her delicious acts scream inspiration.
Wow. Just an hour ago she was giving me the cold shoulder, now she’s giving me warm head. What happened in between?
Damn. That’s what it is. Rayna’s done accessing my actions with her mother. So finally she sees I did nothing malicious? She’s doing better at verbally expressing herself, but this is the works of her body. I guess a man can’t complain.
This shit is getting heated and I’m caught up already. I grab her by the head and flex my hips. Her grip is perfect. I hear the smacking sounds of her oral lovemaking. That shit drives me wild. With her lips wrapped around her teeth, she takes me deeper. My breathing accelerates and I can swear that I feel her uvula.
“Shiiiiiiiit!” I whisper, feeling my orgasm stirring.
I have to give her the warning.
“Brimm, baby… Goddamn! I’m ‘bout to come!” I drawl out.
She always lets me come in her mouth, but I have to be a gentleman and continually give her the option. Fuck—I hope she doesn’t withdraw tonight.
“Rayna!” I murmur—more or less singing because I’m coming.
I’m still holding her head while thrusting my pelvis into her face. She’s looking me dead in the face like a “G.” My future wife the “G.” I can’t stop shooting and my fucking toes are curling now. I don’t know how she does it, but she doesn’t waste a drop of my soldiers. She doesn’t let up until I stop moving. Shit. I can never get used to this. The value of Rayna’s mouth exceeds my fortune.
Rayna hops to her feet and scuffles out of the living room. She returns in no time with a warm washcloth to clean her saliva from me and lifts my clothes up my legs, adjusting them on my waist. I just watch in amazement.
Once she’s done, she asks, very soft and lovingly, “Friends?”