Falling for You

Chapter Eighteen

I wake up to the smell of lavender. My eyes open and Brett is running around the room looking for his uniform. He's naked and his erection moves side to side as he makes his way around the room. Instead of sex, you should have got your stuff together for work. I try not to laugh. I check the clock and it's only nine o'clock. We make eye contact and suddenly I feel embarrassed. "Hey there. Good morning." I say. "Hey. How'd you sleep?" He says putting on his tie. He's finally all ready. "Amazing. Thank you. How about you?" I say, turning red. Why do I feel so shy? He's fucked me many times now. "I felt like I was in heaven sleeping next to you." He says taking a look in the mirror. My heart sinks and I fight back a tear recalling last nights cry. But no! I want him, I do. I get up and walk to him. He looks down at me with his infamous wicked grin. "How much time do we have left?" I say looking at the clock. "I'm supposed to be there at ten o'clock, but I take forever to get ready. Why? What do you have in mind?" He says looking down at me. Shit, he's so hot. We have plenty of time. How about a little morning sex? I immediately drop to my knees. "Steady." He says. I unzip his jeans and pull them down, I can't wait. I play with his crotch through the fabric of his boxers and he immediately hardens. I pull down his boxers and he springs free, yum. I stroke him and put him in my mouth. "Shit." He whispers. I look up at him and he's looking down at me. His grin bigger than ever. "Enjoying breakfast?" He says. I nod and smile. I pull him deeper into my mouth. He cries out and climaxes into my mouth, I swallow. I wipe the corner of my mouth, stand, and we stare at each other. "Satisfied?" He says putting on his jeans. "More than satisfied," I giggle. "Want more?" He says slapping my behind. "I always do," I say with a wicked grin. Two can play at this game. "Sit on the corner of the bed." He says pointing with his chin. "I owe you one." He says. A what? He's always full of surprises. He drops to his knees in front of me. "Is this my shirt?" He says feeling the fabric. His touch makes my crotch harden. "I hope you don't mind," I giggle. This is so exciting. "Take it off." He says. His eyes are hardened and he's serious. He always says stuff with a grin, but he's serious this time. I quickly take off his shirt. "You're already to go, huh?" He says. Pulling down my boxers. He plays with my erection and puts it in his mouth. "Ah," I moan. Throwing my head back, I shut my eyes. He sucks harder and I nearly climax into him. Shit, this is so hot. "Enjoying breakfast?" I question him. He nods. He sucks harder and deeper. "Brett, I am about to come!" I yell. He sucks faster and I curl my legs around him and come into his mouth. I lay on the bed, breathless. Brett stand and looks down at me. "I would love to fuck you right now, but I'm already running late. Let me go brush my teeth now." He says leaving me on the bed. "Oh, and by the way you taste mighty fine!" He yells from the bathroom. I can't help myself, but laugh.

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"Help yourself to whatever I have in the fridge and don't hesitate to contact me if anything." Brett says closing the door behind him and he's gone. I miss him already. What an interesting morning. I decide to call him. "Just got onto the elevator and you're already dialing me?" He says. "Yes, I miss you a lot." I whisper, sadness in my voice. I step out into the balcony and shield my eyes from the sun. "I miss you too. By the way. My mom called this morning. My family is having a barbecue today, I want you to come with me." He says. My heart sinks, I am not good with meeting people. Who am I to turn him down? Oh lord. "Always. What time? So I can get ready," I say looking out into the morning Chicago traffic. "I am leaving work early today. Be ready by two thirty?" He says, I hear the bing of the elevator. "Alright. I'll be ready. Have a great day at work!" I yell into the phone. Brett laughs and I grin. "You enjoy yourself now. Talk to you later." And he is gone, again.