Daredevil

As I got the kitchen back in shape, I thought first about the call I got from Cullen earlier. He'd been slightly hesitant when I answered.

"Hello," I said impatiently. Why would a prospect call me?

"Daredevil, this is Cullen. Sorry to bother you." He paused. When he didn't continue, I guessed he wanted some kind of acknowledgment from me.

"Whatcha need? I'm kinda in the middle of something."

"I thought I should call in case you want me to do something else or to check on Shain later."

I stiffened when he mentioned my woman. "Check on her? What the hell happened to her? Is she okay?" I barked.

"She's not hurt. Sorry. Let me explain. Okay, I came outside just a bit ago to find her home from work. She was just sitting in your truck with her head on the steering wheel. I went to see if she was alright. She was so tired she could barely move and was wondering if she should drive the truck up to your trailer. I'm sorry, but I thought it would be best if I drove her, but I was careful. Your truck isn't hurt. I made sure she got inside. She said she was going to sleep, but I've never seen her come back as zonked as she was. I thought you should know. Not trying to overstep."

"You're not overstepping. I told you to call me if you ever think she needs me. She's probably already asleep. Give me time, and I'll be on my way. Let me know if she does anything else which concerns you. Hopefully, she'll sleep until I get home. Thanks for the call."

"You're welcome. I'll keep an eye out. See you soon."

The call ended then, and I went to do one final thing and then hit the road. I broke a few speed limits to get here, only to find she was so deeply asleep she wouldn't wake up to my less-than-gentle shaking. I decided to join her instead. She seemed to be fine right now and eager for our night together. I should leave her alone and insist on us going to sleep. But she was the one giving off the sexual vibes, and I was only a man.

After one last look at the kitchen to be sure I didn't miss anything, I hurried to our bedroom. I had things to do to get prepared for what was ahead. We'd see what she thought of this next thing. She might say absolutely not, and if she did, I'd respect her boundaries. However, I believed it would bring her even more pleasure, and her achieving her release always fed into mine. Passing the bathroom, I heard her splashing in the water. It put images of her silky mocha skin wet with water in my head, which made my cock stiffen. Down boy. We've got a lot to do before you get to have fun.

My cock wasn't happy. I don't want to wait. She's naked. Let's take her into the bathroom, bend her over the sink, and pound her from behind. She'll be so wet and tight. It won't take long, then you can play until I'm ready again. You can watch her in the mirror.

Christ, I was having an imaginary conversation with my cock. Talk about a man's cock being the head that did all the thinking. I'd never admit it was true at times. Ignoring my lower body, I retrieved my box from the extra bedroom and took it to ours. Closing the door, I got set up.