Eli had been more than respectful in our daily life. No furtive glances, no behind the back touching, and most important, he didn't make any suggestive comments, whether we all happened to be in the same room or it was only him and I.
That is, until yesterday, when he offered to help bring in the groceries, me leading the way into the house from the garage. Trailing a little closer than usual, his voice low, he said,
"you know I didn't finish."
My only response was a light laugh. What he meant by that comment I couldn't guess, and it would be two days later before I got the explanation.
I couple of mornings later I got the full explanation and surprisingly, it wasn't an earthshaking surprise. In looking for my satisfaction and consumed with getting that high again, I failed to take into account what took him into that similar zone.
I was perched on the counter stool in my thigh length silk nightgown having morning coffee when Eli walked in and gave me a cheery good morning. He sat and we talked a couple of minutes about our upcoming workday and errands to run."Is my daughter still sleeping, I asked him. "Oh yeah, for about another 45 minutes she'll be out," he replied, taking note of my protruding nipples.
Between sips he suddenly said, "I didn't finish." He looked at me and continued, "and you've probably been wondering, what the hell is he talking about, when did we not finish?"
"That's precisely what I've been thinking." "What is it you didn't finish, since I've been completely satisfied, I said, as I smiled and looked down at his rising cock."
"Out on the deck that morning when you had me pull out of your ass so you could swallow. I wanted to unload into that sweet behind of yours. So I saved some, theoretically of course, so I could finish you off the right way," he explained.
"So, she'll be asleep for a while longer?" I asked, verifying that we had time for him to satisfy that fat cock of his, and make me a happy bitch, all day.
"That's right, he said, then she'll hop in the shower, so about an hour total, but hold on," he said. He stood up, teasing me with his hardness, then he quickly went downstairs, and just as fast came back up. He sat back down facing me and released his cock through the slit of his pajamas. His fatman popped out. "It's time to make amends," he said.
I wrapped my fingers around his shaft, gently applying pressure, stroking up and down. Damn, I wanted to feel him fucking me, anyway that he wanted to. "Kiss it," he said. I got up, pushed my stool back, bent down and happily obeyed, kissing around the head, licking up one side and down the other.
He moaned as he reached down and began playing with my hard nips. "That's it, now suck this dick like it's yours," he ordered.
I looked up at him and said, "right now it is mine," and swallowed his wholeness deep inside my warm mouth, one hand resting at the base of his shaft, the other massaging one ass cheek.
Eli placed his hands on both sides of my head, and then in a demanding voice said, "bitch, I said, show me this dick is yours!"
He was definitely in charge now. He was forcing my head up and down on his cock until I started gagging. He didn't care and didn't stop. I adjusted and kept slurping his rod as fast as possible, saliva flowing and soaking his pajama bottoms.
"That's it, he said, show me that you want this cock." Do you want this cock?" He asked, knowing my mouth was too full of him to speak. "I said, do you want this cock," he repeated more forcefully this time.
"Yes, I managed to squeeze out while he still had control of how fast he was fucking my mouth.