babe, how come you haven’t been answering my texts? I’ve sent you like...oh. Hello.”
He let out a low whistle. Lillian had arranged herself on the door frame, one hand trailing up over her body, her long brown hair tossed to one side so it hung down all the way to her waist. One gorgeous, long leg slid in front of the other, her preposterously high heels making the sexy pose that much more over-the-top.
“Hello darling,” she said softly. “I’m so glad you’re home.”
She bit one lip, purring softly, and then strutted toward him. When she got close enough, she trailed her fingers up his suit and grabbed his tie, using its red surface to pull herself closer.
“You look...amazing,” he breathed.
She giggled and kissed him softly on the lips. “I’ve got dinner waiting for you,” she purred. “It’s all ready for my man. All for you.”
“Oh,” he said. “Did you...did you want to change so we can eat, or...”
Little flutters of panic attacked her. “You don’t like what I’m wearing?”
“I love it! I just thought that, you know, since we’d be eating...”
She giggled again, a little forced this time. He just wasn’t getting it. “I was thinking that, since maybe you’ve been working so hard, I’d just entertain you while you ate.”
“Entertain? You mean like dance or like—” her hand had found his crotch. “Oh. Like that. Oh. Okay. It’s just...
She looked down, somewhat dejected. “What? What is it?”
“No, don’t be like that. I just wanted to talk, that’s all. I’ve been wanting to talk to you.”
“Can’t we talk later? After you fuck my hot little girlfriend mouth?”
She could see his face conflicted. There was, surely, some part of him that wanted that, but he had had trouble in the past having any sexual activity when he had something to say. At the same time, he really wanted to make her happy and do this with her.
“Here,” she said, strutting back over to the table in the adjacent room. “Why don’t I pour you a glass of wine and grab your dinner,” she bent over at the waist to pick up the bottle and a glass, pouring quickly. “And then you can think about what you would like to have happen to your big, delicious cock.”
She handed him the full glass of wine. She remembered, vaguely, Yasmin mentioning something about amounts—permanent versus temporary effects. But it was hard to remember. All she could really think about was Yasmin’s lovely green gaze filling her mind, and more than that, her man’s cock filling up her mouth.
Henry thought a moment before taking the wine, frowning just a bit. But then, seemingly just to appease her, he took a sip.
“Oh,” he said. “Oh wow. That’s good.”
Lillian smiled and nodded. “The first of many good things. Go have a seat, love. I’ll take care of everything tonight.”
He did as instructed—hopefully the last time tonight for that—and she strutted over to the kitchen, picking up the spicy beef casserole she had made for him. On several occasions, he had told her how it was his favorite.
When she had strutted over, he had already drank the full glass of wine. A contented, naughty grin had arrived on his face as he devoured her lingerie-decorated form. Smiling happily, she set down the casserole and refilled his glass.
Half the bottle was gone now. It must have been very good wine indeed.
When she bent over to serve him, he slapped her in the ass. Squealing, she hopped up a bit.
“Henry!”
“What?” he said. “Your ass looks good. Don’t parade it around in front of me if you don’t want it to get slapped.”
Lillian cheered inside. Yes! This was exactly how she wanted to be treated. She turned around and nodded solemnly.
“Yes, Sir. I’ll remember that, Sir.”
He slapped her ass again, and again she squealed delightedly. The wine was working! She turned back to the serving dish, taking out a big portion for him to eat. She wanted his meal to last such a long time as