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Maya

C hristian’s last day with us goes by way too fast.

It seems like I barely blink and we’re having dinner, which means he better get on the road soon so he can get a few hours’ sleep before tomorrow’s training starts.

I tell him as much. “I’ll leave after I help you clean up the kitchen and read Finley a bedtime story.”

There’s no way for me to argue with either of those things, so he stays another hour.

I wait out in the hallway while he’s finishing reading a book about dinosaurs who wear pants.

“This is goodbye, but not for long, okay? I’ll call you tomorrow and tell you all about the first day of training and you can tell me all about going school shopping with Mommy. I wish I could go too. We’ll have to do a video call so I can see all your cool supplies.”

“Okay,” Finley agrees, his voice soft and shaky as if he’s trying to hold back tears. I try and fail to do the same.

“I love you, buddy. Sleep tight.”

“Love you too, Dad.”

A moment later, Christian comes out of Finley’s room, pulling the door shut behind him. He’s swiping the back of his knuckles over his cheeks before he sees me. Rather than be embarrassed about showing emotion, he just says, “You think the Warhawks would trade Spencer Williams for me?”

I smile and shake my head.

“Too bad,” he says as he takes my hand and leads me into my bedroom, shutting and locking the door once we’re inside.

“I thought you were leaving,” I remind him. “It’s getting late…” He lifts my dress over my head, stopping my protests.

“There’s one more thing I have to do before I go,” Christian tells me as he dips a finger into the waistband of my panties and pulls me over to the bed. “Lie down and get comfortable. I want to lick you until you fall into an orgasm coma. I want to taste you on my tongue all the way home.”

“Okay,” I agree as I sit down on the bed and he kneels before me, pulling my panties down my hips and legs. “I just have one request.”

“Anything, baby.”

“I want you to come on me down there like the first time…”

Christian groans and leans forward, pressing his face between my legs. There’s no slow teasing tonight, either. He has me flat on my back, back arching as I throb around his fingers in record time. Again and again, he takes me over the edge until I can barely move a muscle and my eyelids are heavy, begging for sleep.

I keep them open long enough to watch as Christian, now completely naked, climbs on top of me. His lips claim mine in a fervent kiss while he settles himself between my spread, damp thighs. I gasp at the feel of his long, hard shaft sliding over my sensitive flesh. My fingernails dig into his muscular ass cheeks, wanting him to bury himself deep inside me. But he doesn’t. As if worried he might accidentally slip inside, Christian reaches between us, thrusting two fingers inside me to send me soaring again while hot, thick seed spills over my lower belly. Our lips separate for us to both moan and gasp through our releases.

Feeling brazen, and sexy, I remove his two fingers from inside me, drag them up and through his cum, coating them, before bringing them to my mouth to suck them clean.

“Jesus, baby. You’re killing me. How can I leave you, when you go and do that?”

“I want you in my mouth,” I tell him, making him hang his head with a groan.

“Fuck, baby. I want to say yes, but then I may never leave. And it could take me a few minutes…”

“Roll over,” I say, pressing my palms to his chest. Christian quickly hits his back, caving that easily. His eyes darken as I move lower, until I’m straddling his legs. Curling my fingers around his half-hard cock, I lick the moisture from the tip.

“That feels…so damn good,” he groans. “But I’m not ready to go again.”

“I don’t mind,” I remark before running my tongue up and down his length. “This is the only time I can fit all of you in my mouth. And I want to do that until you finish again.”

“God, yes,” Christian grunts as I do just that. He lifts his hands to tuck them under his head, as if to keep them from guiding my movements, and to get comfortable since we’re going to be here for a while, my mouth working him up. His hips occasionally thrust upward, and I love all the garbled sounds he makes – half swear words, half growls of pleasure. I want to make him feel so good that he can’t think about another woman because he’ll be too busy remembering this night with me, and the time in the bathtub.

This is where he belongs, here with me.

Christian

I think Maya is trying to kill me. Or trying to convince me to stay. Either way, she’s doing a hell of a job.

It’s been five, maybe ten minutes since her mouth started suckling me and I’m so aroused, so turned on, that I had to wrap both of my arms around the headboard behind me to hang on, trying not to come out of my skin.

I can taste the blood from where I’ve been biting down on my lip to keep from shouting down the house.

Maya hums around me again and I whimper like a wounded animal. The pleasure is growing so intense it almost hurts, but in the best way. It’s torture. And I love it. Love her.

“I’m close…don’t stop, baby,” I beg her, hoping her jaw isn’t getting too sore because I need this, need her so much.

Another happy hum is her response, making me snap.

Releasing the headboard, I grab Maya’s ponytail and do what I swore I wouldn’t do – my hips buck up as I push her down, fucking her mouth. Her eyes widen and water as she stares up at me, looking like a degraded angel. Oh, I’m such an asshole. This is the woman I love, the mother of my child, and I’m treating her like a…

Maya’s eyes close and she moans long and low, setting me off.

“Fuck!” I shout as I guide her mouth all the way down my shaft until I’m pulsing down her throat. Before the last twitch of bliss leaves my body, I release my grip on her ponytail. Maya’s mouth pops off my cock an instant later. Instead of yelling at me, she licks up the sides of me, cleaning me up. “God, I love you…your mouth,” I quickly amend, causing her to glance up at me.

She’s not ready to hear those words, and especially not for the first time during sex. Besides, she would never believe that I love her because she’s an amazing woman, an incredible woman, who just so happens to suck me off like a pro.

I know exactly what she’s doing – trying to ruin me for other women before I leave. I’m guilty of doing the same since that’s why I wanted to make her come a few more times before I hit the road.

Maya’s staking her claim on me, and that is why I love her.

I cup her cheek so she’ll look at me when I tell her, “There will never be anyone but you. Ever. And it’s not because I love your mouth.”

“That’s not…” she starts then she sits up, kneeling between my legs. “Promise me you’ll be honest with me if anything happens with another woman.”

“I promise. Now, will you promise me that you won’t assume I’m keeping shit from you if I don’t confess to any hookups?”

“I’ll try,” Maya replies, which is all I can hope for at the moment until time helps build up her trust in me. “You should go. Text me when you get home, even if it’s late.”

“Sure, thing,” I easily agree. Before I leave her, I tell her, “Just to warn you, Preston gave me your checking account numbers.”

“Why would he do that?”

“Because I wanted to make a transfer. Just a little spending money for you and Finley…”

“Christian, no!”

“It’s too late, it’s done. Buy a house, save it for his college fund if you want, but it’s there if you need anything.”

With a heavy sigh, she says, “Thank you. Even though it’s completely unnecessary.”

It is necessary, though. I want to support my family and she’s being stubborn about it.

Then, with a sigh of my own, I get up and get dressed because it really is getting late.

Giving Maya one last soft kiss on her lips, I leave her.