In lieu of a response, I sucked on his cockhead. No messing around. My tongue massaged the tip of his penis, digging in a little to the hole before circling the ridge. At this, he muttered a few other interesting things, his hands tangling in my hair. Taking him deeper, I rubbed my tongue up and down his swelling shaft. Below where I was working, my fingers grasped and stroked the rest of his length.

We’d used up the remaining two condoms during the night. Whenever I woke up from a bad dream, he was there, ready to put my world to rights. Nothing like an orgasm to put a smile back on a girl’s face. Since I still wouldn’t let him be on top and risk busting any stitches, we’d done it doggy style and lying spooning on our sides. I had a feeling sex wouldn’t be a problem in our relationship anytime in the near future. Honestly, after the night before, I was a little sore in the very best way.

But back to sucking cock.

I firmed my lips and worked them up and down, taking turns to flick across his cockhead with my tongue. With my hand below keeping up the rhythm, he started pulsing in no time. Seemed his whole body tensed and the way he said my name, like it was something holy. It was very nice to hear. Finally his dick jerked, cum flooding the back of my throat. I swallowed it down fast, easing up on my attentions as he slowly came down.

“Okay?” I asked, stroking his thighs and flat stomach.

In response, he grabbed me beneath the arms and dragged me up onto his chest. Then he held me tight, his heavy breaths ruffling the hair on top of my head. Fingers dug into the sides of my spine, massaging up and down its length. Finally, he lifted my hair and rubbed the back of my neck. Magic fingers worked my muscles into mush. The man had many talents.

“Good morning, sweetness,” he said, voice husky.

I kissed his pec. “Morning.”

Which was when someone started hammering on the damn front door.

“Why does God hate me?” I mock cried.

“I’ll get it.” He carefully rolled me onto the mattress then jumped off, pulling on jeans before going in search of his T-shirt. Probably it lay somewhere in the hall where he’d abandoned it last night.

I followed my bodyguard boyfriend somewhat more slowly, pulling on a blue silk robe. Probably time I got busy with the bacon and eggs. Lord knows, my stomach was growling. We’d worked off some serious calories through the night. Ziggy gave me an even better workout than Kwana. God bless him.

Familiar female voices came from the living room.

“I’ll just put it over on the counter,” said Lena. “No need to wake her up.”

“Yes, Mrs. Ferris.”