Chapter 203: Early Morning

Ethan looked down.

Richard waited, expecting something now that he had finally reached him.

But Ethan gave him nothing else.

Richard shook his head. He still didn’t understand the boy.

Sometimes he wondered if anyone did.

He walked toward the door and switched off the light.

Darkness swallowed the room again.

Once he stepped into the hallway, he quietly pulled the door closed behind him.

He didn’t leave immediately. He stood there waiting.

Maybe Ethan would finally break once he was alone. Maybe something would hit the wall. The silence stretched.

The entire house remained quiet around him, and the absence of a reaction irritated Richard.

He had placed the weight of everyone’s survival on the shoulders of a seventeen-year-old boy.

Yet Ethan had simply accepted the choice and gone quiet. What kind of child reacted like that?

Richard finally moved away from the door, his irritation following him down the hallway.

How the hell did Diana give him this child?

*****

Dorian woke up to the best feeling he could think of, only he had no words to properly describe it. His mind was still somewhere between sleep and consciousness, heavy and pleasantly blank, but his body had already figured out exactly what was happening. Every muscle in him seemed to be coiling tighter even before he opened his eyes.

He could feel her below him, mostly hidden under the covers, and with the way his body responded to her even while his brain was still trying to catch up, he didn’t need to see her to know exactly what she was doing.

She had his cock in her mouth, she would suck him a few times, slap it against her tongue a few times and slide it back in. It was so beyond words that his eyes rolled back.

This woman.

Dorian let his head sink deeper into the pillow as a rough sound escaped his throat. His hands tightened lazily in the sheets. "Hmmm... like that..." He felt her slow down before taking her mouth away completely.

Now that was unnecessary.

She emerged from beneath the sheets and gave him a sultry smile. Her hair was messy, her cheeks warm, and the satisfied look on her face made it painfully obvious she had been enjoying herself just as much as he had. "Good morning, babe."

Dorian finally opened his eyes properly. "You got busy before me."

Naomi lifted one shoulder. "Yeah, I got tired of waiting for you to wake up."

Dorian glanced toward the windows. "The sun isn’t even up yet."

"Sue me." She lifted a shoulder again.

Dorian stretched lazily against the mattress pushing his hips upwards. "Why don’t you keep sucking that dick and I’ll see what I can do."

She stood on her knees and pulled her nightdress off completely.

His eyes moved over her slowly, taking their time.

Her breasts stood perky and robust. She leaned back down, teasing him with the feel of her breasts against his hard length before sandwiching him between them.

"How the hell are you doing it that good?" he groaned again, feeling himself grow between her skin.

Naomi looked up at him with a triumphant smile. "Cause I know how you like it? I know all of you."

That much was becoming dangerously true.

Dorian’s head dropped back against the pillow. "You’re killing me... come here.... Sit on that cock."

"Whatever you want, counselor.."

The deliberately respectful title, delivered with absolutely no respect whatsoever sent him in a frenzy.

She slowly kissed the head of his cock as she freed him from between her breasts.

"Oh my shit! Now, Trouble!" Dorian reached for her before she could tease him any further, settled her over him, and pushed himself between her legs. "Fuck... you’re so hot."

"Oh yes..." she breathed in satisfaction as she braced herself against him, and the pleasure on her face destroyed him.

"You’re so fucking wet..."

"I’m always fucking wet."

Marriage had corrupted his wife. Or perhaps she had always been like this and he had simply provided a safe environment for the madness to flourish.

Either way, he was taking full credit.

"That’s good, baby... that’s good..." he grunted as he pushed upward faster and faster. He grabbed her ass, spread her wider and squeezed.

She bounced on top of him with the force he pushed with, her pussy lips stretched wide. "Oh... oh... baby... fuck me!" she moaned, pushing her breasts into his face.

Dorian buried his head between them, trying to catch the nipples with his tongue as they danced in front of him.

There was no caution between them anymore. Now Naomi reached for him because she wanted him.

She called him babe and love without thinking about it.

The woman currently driving him out of his mind was not halfway out the door.

She was his.

And he was completely, hopelessly hers. Also, he was hard, too hard for an early morning. His length moved in and out of her impatiently, chasing release.

Naomi’s fingers slid into his hair as she held him close, her body moving with his. She leaned down and kissed him.

It was interrupted by the movement between them but they didn’t care.

Dorian caught her lower lip gently between his teeth as she pulled back, arching her back.

She resumed talking and moaning again, filthy things escaping her mouth without thought.

"Eyes on me, babe... eyes on me. You’re taking me so well. I want to see you," he instructed.

Naomi dropped her head forward once more, her breathing already uneven, but Dorian wasn’t having it. He reached up, gathered her hair into one hand and pulled it back, fisting it in his fingers until her face lifted and her eyes found his again.

That was what he wanted.

"That feel good, baby?" he asked as he slowed the pace, pushing through an angle instead of straight.

Naomi’s lips parted. "Ooooh.... yes...."

He was enjoying the way her face changed when he adjusted the rhythm, and the way she seemed determined to meet every movement rather than simply let him lead. "I could spend all day inside you."