He came over to the tub and squatted, holding the coffee out to her. She reached out, bypassing the coffee and grabbed his cock instead. Just the mere sight of his desire for her raised an answering desire within her. She stroked her hand up and down and he gave a hiss of pleasure.
"Woman, we don't have time for this. You have to be to work in an hour."
Ignoring him, she rose up out of the tub and replaced her hand with her mouth. She made slurping sounds as she sucked on him for all she was worth.
He sighed. “I tried to warn you. Don't blame me if you're late.” Having said that, he gripped her under her arms and pulled her off of him. As he stood, he lifted her dripping, slippery body out of the tub.
"Wrap your legs around me."
She immediately obeyed. He cupped her hips with his hands and buried himself inside, driving in to the hilt. After a night of intense loving, her body was so sensitized that she immediately came. He rocked her through her first orgasm and straight into another. He loved the way she responded to him. Knowing they didn't have time to linger, he braced her against the wall and took her hard and fast, growling as he came.
Once their breathing settled, he carried her to the tub and lowered her into the water. Kissing her lingering on the mouth, he stepped away as she lay back down, her body sated for the moment. He handed her the coffee and called over his shoulder as he left, “Breakfast will be ready in ten minutes. Hurry and finish. I will not be the cause of you being late."
She smiled wickedly in satisfaction as he left. There was something to be said to having all of that potent masculinity at her beck and call. She would hate the way she responded to him if she didn't know that his reaction to her was just as strong, if not stronger.
Because she'd never desired any man before Hugh, she'd secretly feared that she was frigid. Because of Hugh, she now knew she was as warm-blooded as any other woman. Umm, imagine having all of that in your bed for the rest of your life? The minute the question crossed her mind, she shied away from it. This was an affair and she would enjoy it while it lasted. She wouldn't ruin things by allowing thoughts of the future to intrude.
Although Hugh seemed to be her perfect match in every way, what did she really know about him? She'd known Charles a lot longer and a lot better and look how that relationship ended. Since she didn't expect anything from Hugh, so she wouldn't be disappointed when the relationship ended, which it would. It was better this way. There was less chance of being hurt.
She finished washing and got out of the tub, her body offering only a twinge of protest. Knowing Hugh would come and get her if she dawdled any longer, she dressed in a loose outfit that was also concealing. She pulled her still wet hair up into a knot at the nape of her neck after making sure that her neck was sufficiently covered. She didn't want to answer any embarrassing questions about the love marks on her body.
Her stomach growled reminding her it was time to eat. Because of Hugh's spoiling, her appetite was changing. Where before she disdained breakfast, now she needed it, and not the coffee and toast she was used to eating. Eggs, bacon, sausage, and more. She wanted it all, and heavy on the protein, which was surprising since she'd never been much of a meat eater. Lately she craved the stuff, which she guessed was a good thing since Hugh did most of the cooking and he ate a lot of meat.
She poured another cup of coffee before sitting down to eat. She was so hungry, manners went flying out the window as she wolfed down everything in sight, going so far as to snatch the last piece of bacon off of Hugh's plate. He just sat and watched, amused.
Finally, once she'd eaten her fill and all the food was gone.
"I told you that you would have to eat more if you wanted to keep up with me."
She leaned back in her seat, cradling her coffee in her hands before replying. “After last night, I'd say I keep up with you just fine."
Heat flared in his eyes as the memory of the night before lingered in the air between them. With a low growl, he got to his feet and reached for her. Laughing, she slipped out of the chair and darted out of reach. “No, no, no. You wouldn't want me to be late for work, would you?"
"Kiesha will understand.” He unbuttoned his jeans and pulled down the zipper, allowing his heavy cock to spring forward. The sight of it stopped her for a minute as lust surged to the surface, causing her to lose her train of thought. Fortunately, the phone chose that moment to ring, snapping her out of it and allowing her to dance gracefully out of the way of his reaching hands. She ran to the phone to answer it.
Looking at the caller's ID, she felt her desire die when she recognized the name. She picked up the receiver.
"Hello, mother."
"Mary Elizabeth, you need to come home.” Her mother's voice was as commanding as always.
"I'm not coming home. We have this conversation every time you call. This is my home now. I like it here and I'm staying."
When Hugh realized who was on the phone, he zipped his pants back up and came closer to her, silently offering support.
"That is not your home. It's time you gave up this foolishness and came home where you belong."
"Mom, this is not foolishness. This is my life, my career. I explained all of this to you before. I'm not moving back."
"Well, since you refuse to move back here to be with your father and me, when are you coming for a visit? You've been gone a long time and your father misses you."
The comment about her father got to her, weakened her resolve. “It's only been three weeks. I just started working. It's too soon for me to ask for time off and the distance is too far to come down for just the weekend."
"Mary Elizabeth, you're our only child now that your poor sister is gone. It's only natural that we would want to spend time with you, no matter how short a timeframe. So, when can we expect you?"
Feeling harassed, her eyes unconsciously sought Hugh's for support. He must have understood, for he wrapped his arms around her. His presence gave her the strength she needed. “Mom, I can't come home for a visit right now. I'll come when things are more settled on the job."
"I can't believe the selfishness I'm hearing. Fine, we'll wait until the job is more settled. Imagine, putting a job before your aging parents. Since we have to wait for you to find time to visit, at least tell me where you're living. All I have is this phone number and your email address. I don't even know your mailing address. What am I suppose to tell my friends when they ask about you?"
Mary Elizabeth immediately felt guilty. She hadn't told her family where she was living. All they knew was that she lived in a small town in North Carolina. She hadn't even told them the name of the town. She meant to give them more information once she arrived, but it had slipped her mind. “You're right. Forgive me. I should have given you my address. If you have a pen, I'll give it to you now."
When her mother was ready, she rattled off the address to her. Looking at the time, she said, “Listen Mom, I've got to go or else I'll be late for work. I promise I'll get home for a visit to see you and Dad as soon as I can."
"Okay, dear. You go to work. I'll speak with you later."
"Bye, Mom. Give Dad my regards.” Mary Elizabeth hung up the phone, grabbed her things and headed for the door, with Hugh trailing behind her.
"Everything alright at home?"
"Everything's fine. I've got to run or I really will be late.” She buzzed him on the lips before heading out of the door.