“I don’t think so,” and he puts his lips on mine tenderly, rolling me under him and taking me with his hard length. “Good morning, my queen,” he says with a huge smile on his face. “I missed being with you, but I missed your sweet talk when you’re asleep the most. I need to wake up with you in my arms every day.”
I can’t believe I’m saying this and moving this quickly, but I’m all in. “We can make that happen. Are you moving in with me today? Sounds like a good thing to do on your off day,” I suggest. I really need to figure out what I say in my sleep. Suddenly he renders me speechless with his motions and all I can do is feel. His hot breath on my ear, describing what he’s doing to me slowly as he does it sends me over the edge quicker than it should and I’m calling out his name.
“Yes, my queen. Now, you’re going to come for me again, with me when I’m ready. Feel me push into you and rub you with my love, then take it away, over and over, feel the friction, our heat. Feel me push all the way into you, harder, faster. Touch my cock and feel me entering you, sliding in and out. Feel my length get harder for you because you feel so damn good around me. Yes, that’s all you Sherry. Only you do this to me.” Rick pushes on my magic buttons. “Okay love, for me now…” and we both go off like shooting stars. He has so much control over me, I don’t understand—but I love it.
Rick pulls me on top of him and holds me to his chest. Quietly he tells me, “I want to move in with you. Do you want me and my stuff here? Do you want this to be my home? I don’t want to push you. It’s a big change and we have challenges.”
“I want this to be our home. I want you here with me,” I say with a huge smile on my face.
“That’s what I want, too,” so happy and relaxed.
“It’s date night and if you’re moving in today, I’ll make dinner here for your first night home. Is that okay? Date night is usually your thing.”
“That’s perfect. I’ll shower and get Chase to come get me, so I can make him help carry. I have errands to take care of, too. That should leave you enough time to get your work done.” He gets his phone and gives Chase the address. “Chase says I’m crazy. He’s right, I’m crazy in love with you. I have my keys.”
I pull on shorts and a tank top, then check the kitchen for supplies as I make up my dinner menu and start in on work while Rick gets ready to go. I handle a few business emails and check my messages. I have a couple of texts:
Text from Sam – I haven’t heard from my brother. Please tell me he’s with you.
Text from Mom – How are you doing? How did your singing thing go last night?
Text to Sam - He’s here. Neither one of us are leaving. I’ll tell him to call you.
I walk into the bathroom to talk to Rick while he’s in the shower and get distracted by the view. Damn! I need to write things down before I walk into a room where he’s naked.
“Babe, Sam sent me a text and I told her you’ll call her. Also, um, my Mom needs to meet you,” I say as an afterthought.
“Can you go to lunch Saturday? Maybe you can invite your Mom down and then you two can have some time together between lunch and the game. I can get you an extra ticket for Mom if she wants to go to the game.” Why doesn’t he freak out about meeting parents?
“We aren’t playing LA, she’s not going to want to go to the game,” I hang my head in shame yet again.
“Tell her I want her to go to the game and we can get dessert after or get her a room for the night,” he suggests and I know what I need to do, I know what makes my Mom tick.
I shouldn’t put it off any longer, I call Mom.
“Hello?” she answers.
“Hi, Mom. Would you like to drive down to have lunch Saturday and maybe stay for the baseball game? I know we aren’t playing LA.”
“I’d love to meet you for lunch, but I’m not interested in a Seals Game,” she says.
“I’d like you to go. Rick wants you to go to the game, too.”
“No, I don’t think so,” difficult mother.
Rick takes the phone from me, “Hi ma’am, I want to take you and your daughter out to lunch and I’d love it if you’d go to my game. It would mean a lot to me and I’m sure Sherry would enjoy spending the afternoon shopping with you or going to the spa or something. Maybe both if you’d like to stay the night Saturday. I’m happy to get you a room.” He continues, “I love your daughter, she’s the best thing that ever happened to me and I’m not letting her go.” He listens, “I can’t wait to meet you. Sherry will get everything set up and get you the details. Thank you, ma’am,” and he hangs up leaving me in awe.
“Please book a room for your Mom for Saturday night, some place nice that she’ll like. She wants to go shopping after we have lunch and loved the idea of spa day on Sunday with her daughter. She agreed to go to the game, so I’m going to get you two tickets behind home plate. Lunch downtown or somewhere else and you can drop me off at the stadium?”
“You’re amazing. Lunch somewhere else.” I say
