"Twenty minutes." He hung up.
She bowed her head and couldn't keep from grinning. She shook her head slowly. She thought of calling him back. Telling him no.
Instead, she simply put her phone on her nightstand. She stood up, and she walked over to the bathroom. She pulled her robe on and stared into the mirror. Her drawn face stared back at her.
She tied the robe tightly, and she grimaced as she reached for make-up and some lipstick. Her hand trembled just a bit when she picked a bold red gloss.
It took several minutes to freshen up, and every couple of minutes, she thought of calling him. Each time she kept at her touch-ups to her face.
When she finished, she figured it had almost been twenty minutes already. She toyed with the idea of keeping him ready perhaps. She could call him and tease him as he headed over. 'What has gotten into me?'
She took one last look at her lips, and she didn't think she could leave them that way. They were carefully done with the shiny red. It was late at night. He had just talked about her getting on her knees for him. It would be awful to go downstairs this way. Awful.
She reached for tissue and turned on the water. A last quick glimpse into the mirror and she thought of the evening before. In the bathroom. When he had held her by her hair. Made her watch him fuck her.
Slowly, she put the tissue back down. Her hand turned the faucet off. Her glossy red lips pursed back at her as she left the bathroom.
She took the stairs down one at a time. With each step, her pussy moistened more, it seemed. She could not have taken longer to descend them, but when she reached the bottom, he still hadn't arrived.
When she got to the foyer, she paused. She had her wine glass in her hand. She could go to refill her glass. She considered the sharp, sweet taste of Chardonnay that was nearby.
Her feet didn't move and she didn't go to the kitchen. She just stood facing the door. "I must be going crazy'.
She took a step forward and waited. Inexplicably, she grew more aroused just standing there waiting on him. She let her mind trace back, and she couldn't think of anytime in the last four or five years she had performed oral sex. She even doubted whether she could go through with it.
The doorbell chimed and she jumped. He was there. She stepped forward to the door, saw it was him, and opened the door.
She backed a couple of steps to let him in, and then she watched his stare to her face. The same burning intensity in his eyes from the night before was back. He closed the door behind himself. He stood there in front of her.
She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came out. She looked away to the living room, and then back to him.
His broad shoulders stretched the t-shirt he was wearing, and the jeans he had thrown on were old. He looked tan from the beach. She cursed herself for what she felt between her legs.
He shook his head.
She looked up at him pleadingly. Then she whispered in the still, silent house. "I can't."
He took one step forward and she wondered if he was about to kiss her. Their eyes were locked. Whatever advantage or confidence she had held over the weekend was gone. She held some deep desire to please him she couldn't even name.
He brought his hands to her shoulders. There was a slight squeeze first, but then there was a distinct press there. When it didn't ease, she let him guide her downward. Her knees bent and she squatted to kneel. She straightened her legs behind her and arched her back. Her face was level with his lower stomach.
She peered up at him. She gave the slightest of shrugs. "Billy, I... ."
"Undo my jeans."
She looked at his crotch right under her face and the bulge was huge on the left side of his jeans. She looked back up at him helplessly. He put his hands in her hair, as she brought her hands to his belt.
She noticed herself breathing heavier than she wanted to, as she wrestled with the belt, the button and the zipper. The expensive rug she knelt on was thankfully easy on her bare knees.
She had his fly open and his boxers in view, when both his hands brushed at her hair, clearing it from her face. Her hands pulled away his boxers, and she had to fight to retrieve his dick. She still couldn't get over how thick he was, as she gripped his base.
Her left hand held down the cotton boxers, and her right hand fished him from within the underwear. Once he was cleared from the boxers, he grew in her fist. It jutted towards her face.
His hands held her cheeks and tilted her face up to look into his eyes. Her right hand still held him around his shaft, and her left hand rested on his base and felt some of his heavy balls.
"Kiss me." His direction was as firm as it was surprising to her. She hesitated. She glanced at the head of him, and it looked swollen and very smooth.
Keeping in mind where she held him, she looked back up at his eyes. She was looking straight into his eyes, as she leaned forward. She puckered her full lips and she touched them to his cockhead. It twitched at her peck.
She glanced down at where she had kissed. His bulbous head twitched. There was redness on his cockhead where her kiss had been. She squirmed and looked back up.
She swayed her head back and then forward again, and when she made contact this time, she didn't move away. His head stayed at her lips, and she relaxed her lips. She was staring up at his eyes, and she watched them grow wide, as she parted her lips to go around the crown of him.
This was her 'Billy'. Her stomach churned. Her middle dampened.
His mouth opened above her, as he had to feel her moist lips yield to his round head. It eased past her lips, and she opened to make her mouth wide. When the head of him had entered her mouth, the very soft underside of him slid on her tongue. He grunted above her.
She batted her eyes and worried just how lurid she must have looked to him. Here she was on her knees in front of her son. They were in the foyer of their home, where she had lived with his father. How many times had the whole family been together and come right through where they were right now? And, here she was on her knees. She had her lips around the head of his cock.
She let that thought flood her, and then she moved her face forward. She had to stretch her mouth wider, and his hands held the sides of her face. His cock sank further into her mouth.
Now, she felt her own eyes open concernedly, frantic with how full her mouth was with him. His hands brought her face even closer, and she surprised them both.
He gasped hard, when she sunk her cheeks inward, sucking on him and closing her mouth to him. She knew she had to look bizarre with her mouth so very open to accommodate him, but at this point, she wanted very much to please him
