Chapter 9
Manny
Leah unlocks the door on the back porch and pushes it open.
The faint aroma of cinnamon lingering in the air from yesterday’s breakfast is a much-needed welcome home.
I remove my coat and boots. Our damp socks leave wet prints on the hardwood floor as I follow her through the living room. I shrug—mopping will have to wait.
Instead of heading up the stairs to her bedroom, she gives me a serene smile. Taking my hand, she leads me past the bed and into the master bathroom.
“Leah…”
“Shh. Let me take care of you.”
I nod, my eyelids dropping closed, covering the sting of tears as exhaustion, the night’s events, and my own past—a frightened little boy abandoned by everyone he knows—dig blunted claws into me, dragging me toward the breaking point.
But men aren’t supposed to cry, are they?
I draw in a choppy breath and stand there swaying.
“Get undressed, honey. I’ll warm up the shower.”
I do what she says, content to have someone taking charge for a change. At this moment, I don’t have to be strong or hide my emotions because Leah’s got me, and I can trust she won’t judge me or let me fall.
The shower door clicks, followed by the sounds of the shower turning on.
When I’ve finished removing my clothes, smooth fingers brush against my skin.
She takes my hand and guides me beneath the spray.
The water is a shade too hot, and somehow perfectly…
perfect after hours spent cold, wet, and chilled to the bone.
Her touch is magic as she runs a soapy washcloth over my tense arms and stiff shoulders before tracing a circular path down the tight knots squeezing at my spine.
My buttocks clench as she passes the cloth over and between them and then down the back of my thighs to my calves.
My cock stirs as my head drops forward as if pulled by strings, releasing tensions of the previous night.
When she taps my ankles, I lift each foot for her, and the soapy cloth traces over each instep.
“Turn around, please.”
At the sultry huskiness of her words, I follow her orders and open my eyes to find her kneeling naked before me.
Her tiny waist flows seamlessly into generous hips.
God, she’s lovely. My gaze lifts, taking in the surprisingly large and dark nipples jutting off her small breasts.
My mouth floods with moisture at the urge to suckle. I harden even more.
Her hands follow a reverse path up the front of my body, my shaft bobbing with each pass of the soapy cloth.
She pauses, giving me that sweet smile I adore. She gently swishes the washcloth around my balls and over my erection. The edges of her lips tip up into a sultry playfulness I haven’t seen from her before.
I groan when the cloth moves up onto my abs and then over my chest as she rises onto her knees, bringing her breasts even with my cock, a pearl of precum oozing from the heated tip onto her cool skin.
The splat of the soapy washcloth hitting the shower floor startles me.
Leah offers another smile as her hands smooth in a hypnotic motion over my skin, rinsing away soap bubbles and trailing back down my body until they frame my erection, and her bottom once again rests on the back of her calves.
Her cheeks are flushed, her pupils blown as her pretty eyes meet mine.
“Ah, God, yeah, Mama. Do it.”
“Mm.”
Instead of going right for my penis, she spreads hot, melting kisses across my abs from hipbone to hipbone, sliding lower and lower, building the anticipation until her soft tongue finally laps at the welling of precum in a barely there touch.
She closes her lips around the head and suckles.
Her cheeks hollow out as her tongue slides over the underside in rhythmic milking pulses.
My legs shake, threatening to collapse, and I reach out, pressing one palm to the shower wall for support.
I cry out as, in one slow, deep motion, she sucks me into the back of her throat.
I stare into her eyes, waiting for her to pull back, but instead, her throat tightens, and I nearly cum as she swallows around me.
Sinking my free hand into her hair, I draw my cock away until her lips are but a whisper against the head. She hums and pulls me back in again and again with that same slow rhythmic suction.
“Mama,” I grunt. “Gonna cum.”
“Mm, yes. Give it to me, Emanuel.” And then she’s bobbing on my cock, drawing me deep until I spill down her throat.