37. The Chiropractor
the chiropractor
Deirdre
T he sun violently shines in from the bedroom window, and I drag the comforter over my head to hide. Until I remember I didn’t go to sleep alone. I blink my eyes open to find the bed to myself, the aroma of breakfast being cooked, and Latin music playing faintly from downstairs.
Damn. I slept better than I have in months . He wasn’t lying when he said it’d be hard to pull away once he finally touched me. I didn’t want him to stop, and he didn’t until I tapped out.
He spoiled me with aftercare and a bubble bath where he joined me, and as much as I love being independent, dare I say princess treatment isn’t so bad?
I climb out of bed and slip into my house shoes to investigate what’s on the menu.
I toe down the stairs to find an unmasked and shirtless César dancing Bachata at the stove, who I’m surprised to see has a back covered in tattoos.
Seeing him in his element but still navigating through my kitchen as though it’s his, does something to me.
My footsteps are quiet as I climb onto the barstool to observe all that is him.
César , I think. Such a beautiful name for him, and it is very moanable, so that’s a plus for me.
He is such a gorgeous man, I wonder why he would he ever cover up that face or body, because fuck . Wetness pools between my legs as I imagine him naked last night, pounding me into my mattress.
Oh my God.
“ Buenos días , César. Everything smells amazing,” I say to his back, and he doesn’t startle at my voice over the music. He turns to face me, like this something we do all the time.
“ Buenos días , Deirdre,” he says with a smile as he rounds the counter to kiss me on the cheek. “Thank you. I thought I’d give you the best of both worlds today. Lucky for me, you’re not picky.”
He makes a show of presenting the dishes, and it’s so cute.
“We have mangú con los tres golpes, a Dominican breakfast. Salami, fried eggs, and fried cheese with mangú ,” he says, placing the plate in front of me.
“I am not a good baker, but my sister found a Latin bakery that sells Puerto Rican pastries, and I know you love donuts and pastries, so I got us some Pan de Mallorca, it’s sweet bread,” he informs me, pointing to a box onto the counter.
“And café con leche I made in the greca ,” he finishes, pointing to a silver coffee maker on the stove.
“I didn’t know I had one of these,” I joke.
“You do now,” he says with a smile. “Trust me, you won’t want coffee any other way after this.”
“I’ll take your word for it,” I tell him.
He faces me, and his eyes roam my frame with the same intensity as last night. “That’s because you’re a good girl,” he reminds me with a wink, rounding the counter to pull me into a kiss that would wake me up if I wasn’t already.
Damn.
“Should I expect this every time I wake up with you? You could make me spoiled,” I warn him.
“And? You deserve to be spoiled. I like taking care of you. Haven’t I made that clear, already? Because, if not, I have more work to do.”
“I suppose you have. Especially after last night,” I say, biting my lip.
He shares a look that screams, we could go again , and my thighs are clenching together.
“Are you doing anything on Friday?” he inquires, grabbing a cloth to wipe down my countertop.
“No, you got something planned for your birthday?” I ask with a furrowed brow.
“I thought we could go out,” he suggests.
“I’m down. You sure you want to go out with me for your birthday?”
“With you? Absolutamente. How do you feel about being seen with me in public?”
I chuckle out my response. “I’m fine with it. You’re kinda cute.”
“Only kinda? Girl,” he says with a playful eye roll.
“Where did you want to go?” I ask before finishing my coffee. I could definitely become addicted to this.
“Somewhere special. I prefer to keep you on your toes when I’m not curling them,” he teases.
“Oh really now?” I giggle.
This man. Wow.
“Hurry up and finish your breakfast, there’s something to show you in the bedroom,” he says over his shoulder.
“You don’t have to wait.” With a grin, I point to my empty plate.
“Say no more,” he says, picking me up, and my house shoes slip off. He places me on the counter, spreading my legs and tugging off my panties as he kneels before me, pocketing them once again.
He adorns me with kisses all over my legs and feet, trailing closer to my dripping core. He grips my thighs roughly and bites my inner thigh, staring up at me with hunger as his tongue parts my lips and twirls around my clit.
“You’re going to squirt for me again. That’s so fucking sexy to me,” he growls.
“I hadn’t done it until recently,” I admit.
“Don’t say it’s because of me,” he warns, filling me with his thick fingers and curling them toward my G-spot.
I gasp at the intrusion. “Why not?”
Whiskey eyes pierce me, filled with intrigue and desire as his fingers pump in and out of my pussy. His tongue flicks and sucks as his fingers travel up to pinch my nipples. I toss my head back, and when I squeeze my thighs around his head, a growl escapes him that vibrates through my core.
“Oh fuck. Right there,” I sob.
He maintains his pace, his gaze encouraging me to let go, and I fucking shatter on this marble countertop at his silent command. Groans follow as he greedily laps me up with no desire to stop until he’s satisfied.
He leaves gentle kisses on my legs as he helps me off the counter, gripping my ass possessively as my feet touch the ground.
Ahem.
I declare that I finally got my back cracked last night, and this morning.
Spoiler alert: and it wasn’t by a chiropractor. That is all.
Will report back soon!
Skye Daddy
You fucking better! That’s what I’m talking about, Sis!!
Lo
Wait a minute. The secret admirer?
So, you DO know what he looks like.
I’m so excited about this!!!
He’s fine as hell and OMG! He’s made my body do things I didn’t know it could do.
Skye Daddy
I knew he was fine! That’s that book boyfriend dick. I love this for you!
Lo
Yesss! I can’t wait for the details.
Girl, You needed this!