#41 Surprise visit
Without Valerie, Sonia and Aimee, I’d be fucked. All three of them have been helping me after hours to get my dresses ready for the 50 orders I stupidly said yes to. The designs are all done, so now we’re sewing like three madwomen. It’s already 11 pm when my mother shows up with ten sets of wings she agreed to make for me. As a mother of six, she’s made her fair share of Halloween costumes over the years, so she’s got skills.
“What can I do?” she asks, sitting down on the last empty chair. “I’m not a professional like you, but I can surely do something, right?”
“You have work in the morning,” I remind her with a smile. “I’m beyond grateful that you made me these wings, Mom.”
“It won’t be the first time I go to work after only sleeping for a few hours,” Mom says, taking a dress that needs some beading done. “I have six kids, after all. And you were a handful when you were little, just like Aliyah and Marcus. The others were much easier as babies. I’m here to help. Put me to work.”
“Thanks, Mom.” I can’t help but be grateful for how our relationship has changed over the past couple of weeks. I’ve always admired my mother, but for the first time, I feel like she admires me as well, which is pretty fucking great, to be honest.
“Why isn’t your man here to help you out?” Mom asks after half an hour of quietly sowing like the rest of us.
Aimee and I burst out laughing, both remembering a few days ago when Khiêm tried to help me with some beading, which ended up with me yelling at him for almost ruining the dress and his fingers all bloody from stabbing himself with a needle over and over again.
“I don’t think Khiêm should be allowed to be around sharp objects,” Aimee says, giggling. “Needles, knifes…”
“Forks,” I add, grinning at the memory of him somehow stabbing himself in the face with a fork when he was too busy gaming to remember how to eat noodles. The guy may be sweet, strong, and sexy, but he is also a danger to himself sometimes.
“When are you telling Marcus?” Mom asks, giving me a pointed look. “I want Khiêm to invite to family dinners, but I can’t if the two of you keep being all secretive about this.”
I sigh. “Right now, Marcus isn’t even speaking to me because I made it clear I think Bee is a cunt and he should dump her ass.”
“Nia!” Mom scolds me. “She’s a lovely girl. He loves her!”
“She’s been dumping his ass every other month for eleven years now,” I remind her. “He’s been heartbroken so many times that we’ve all lost count, including him.”
“She breaks up with him?” Mom asks, her eyes widening. “Say what?”
Oh fuck. She didn’t know that, apparently.
“Never mind,” I say, turning my attention back on the dress in my hands. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
“Beatrice has been breaking up with my lovely son every other month?” Mom’s eyes are shooting fire. “So all those times he told me she was busy with work… Who does she think she is? Why is he still with her?”
“That is an excellent question,” Aimee mumbles.
“Don’t tell him I told you,” I beg Mom, giving her puppy-dog eyes. “He’s mad enough at me as it is.”
“No, sorry, can’t do that,” she says, shaking her head. “It’s stupid enough that Khiêm can’t come over to the house as your boyfriend when he’s so good to you and you’re so in love with him. I’m not adding another secret. Someone has to talk some sense into that dim-witted brother of yours, and I think as his mother, I can do that.”
“Fair enough,” I agree with a sigh. As long as she keeps me and Khiêm a secret, I’m good. I know it’s stupid, and it might bite us in the ass later on, but we’re in such a good place right now, while Marcus hates my guts. I don’t want to add more stress when I need all my energy to get these orders done. Marcus will find out eventually, but not now. Not yet.
“Morning, lovely,” Khiêm’s deep voice murmurs in my ear as he spoons me from behind, his fingers grazing my nipples through my thin shirt.
“Morning,” I breathe, already getting turned on even though I’m barely awake.
“Do you need to get up to sew like a madwoman, or do we have time to make love?” he asks, already slipping his hand into my panties.
“Hmm,” I moan softly, pressing my ass against his morning wood while he touches me gently, slowly dragging his fingers over me, causing me to grow wet rather quickly.
“I think that’s a yes,” he teases, kissing my neck. “Hmm, you smell good in the morning, sunshine.”
My hazy mind can’t even form words. I’ve only been awake for a minute and I’m already moaning, opening my legs for him so he can reach me better. He puts his knee between my legs as he keeps pleasuring me, taking his time like he always does.
“So wet,” he murmurs into my ear. “I love you so much, Nia.”
“Love… you…” I gasp when he enters me with two of his fingers. “Too…”
“I know you do, lovely,” he whispers, grinding against me from behind. “These past weeks have been… everything. I love waking up next to you.”
“Me too,” I manage to get out before I’m moaning again, slowly getting closer to the edge.
“I want you so badly,” he groans, picking up the pace a little. “You feel so good.”
As his other hand finds my breast, caressing my nipple through the fabric of my shirt, I give into his touch completely, enjoying how warm his body is around me. He hasn’t even undressed me, and for some reason that gets me even hotter. It makes me feel like he couldn’t wait to get his hands on me the second he woke up, not bothering with taking off my clothes.
“Yeah, lovely, that’s it,” he murmurs as he feels my walls clench around his finger. “I want to feel you come. I want to make you feel good.”
I move against him, urging him to go faster, but he doesn’t, rubbing my clit with his thumb so slowly it’s torture. The finger inside of me curls in the perfect angle, but the pace is still too slow. He kisses my neck with wet sloppy morning kisses, his hot breath on my skin as he tells me how much he loves me and how beautiful I am.
“Stop teasing me,” I complain, breathing hard now.
“What do you want me to do?” he asks, a smile in his voice. “Tell me, lovely.”
“Make me come,” I plead, my voice hoarse. “Please.”
Immediately, he starts moving faster while he keeps caressing my breast tenderly. When he pushes in another finger and rubs my G-spot and my clit at the same time, I come apart, moaning his the second as I come. He pauses while I come down from my high, only to pick right up where he left off when I’m starting to feel like I can breathe again. My next orgasm rolls over me in hot waves only a few minutes later, rendering me completely useless as I tremble in his arms, gasping for air.
“Come here,” he says in that deep, soothing voice of his, turning me over so he can kiss me. “Good morning, sunshine.”
I smile against his lips. “A very good morning indeed.”
He chuckles. “For you maybe. I’m still hard and waiting for relief.”
“I think I can help with that.” I take off my shirt first before tugging down his boxershorts. As he kicks them off, I shimmy out of my panties. The second we’re both naked, I straddle him and line him up with my core, more than ready to feel him come inside of me.
“I love watching you ride me,” he grunts when I sink down, finding a nice, steady rhythm right away. “Such a beautiful sight.”
I love how confident he makes me feel. He knows I feel on display when I’m on top, but he’s the first guy I’ve ever felt this comfortable with. I just love the way he takes me in when we’re in this position. Then I remember that he told me our first time together that he likes doggy style the most, but we haven’t done that so far.
“What are you doing?” he asks when I get off him. He tries to grab me to pull me back, but I slap his hand away with a smile. “Nia?” he asks, frowning.
“I though we could switch things up a bit,” I say, moving to all fours and bending over so my ass is in the air.
“Ah fuck,” he grunts, sitting up and running both his hands over my ass. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I moan when he slips one hand between my legs, touching my swollen clit. “Fuck me.”
Khiêm gets out of bed instead of taking his position behind me. I look at him over my shoulder to see him staring at me, stroking his shaft while he takes me in. “Where’s your vibrator?” he asks, touching my ass again, squeezing gently.
“Oh,” I breathe, a shiver moving through me. “My bedroom. Bottom drawer.”
He rushes out, returning quickly with the air pulsating one, putting it on the bed beside me. “I want to feel you come around me,” he groans, finally getting back in bed and lining up with my pussy from behind. “Will you pleasure yourself for me while I fuck you and play with your nipples?”
“Yes!” I cry out as he enters me with one sure move, filling me up completely.
His fingers find my nipples right away, touching them in gentle caresses even though the way he’s fucking me is anything but tender. One hand moves to grab the vibrator and he hands it to me, ordering me to use it on myself. I do so gladly, pretty much face-down on the bed now with my ass pulled up by one of his strong hands on my hip while his other keeps playing with my nipples.
The moment the vibrator latches onto my clit, sucking softly, I know it won’t be long before I come. Khiêm is slamming into me hard and fast, making low feral noises that are hot as fuck.
“I’m gonna come,” he grunts. “You close?”
“Yes,” I moan, turning up the speed of the air pulsator a bit. “Oh, Khiêm, I’m gonna…” I can’t even finish my sentence, waves of pleasure crashing over me as hot-white tension coils within me. There is something about him taking me this forcefully while still keeping his touch on my breasts soft the way he knows I like it that undoes me like nothing else. He’s in complete control while he’s also letting go and shuddering inside of me with his release while I’m still in the throes of mine.
“Fucking hell,” he breathes, grabbing my hips with both hands to thrust into me one last time, his fingers digging in.
I shudder when he pulls out, collapsing completely now, rolling onto my side as I try to catch my breathe. He stretches out beside me, closing his eyes and letting out a ragged breath.
“You remembered,” he mutters, his arm coming around me to draw me to his chest.
“Of course,” I whisper, finding his lips for a soft, sloppy kiss.
“That was…” He groans and squeezes me tightly. “Fucking hell, Nia, that was amazing.”
I smile and kiss him again before snuggling against him with my head on his chest, running my fingers over his chest. “I like your chest hair,” I say, smiling at the memory of the first time I told him that.
He chuckles. “I like yours too, babe.”
I smack his arm and huff in indignation. “I don’t have chest hair!”
“Are you sure? Let me see…” He rolls me onto my back and starts to kiss every part of my chest, his tongue finding my nipple eventually, running over it slowly.
“You’re gonna get me all hot again,” I moan, melting into the soft blankets beneath me.
“That’s the idea,” he groans, sucking it into his mouth.
Just when his hand moves down over my stomach, the doorbell rings. He groans and freezes, taking a deep breath. “We could just ignore it?”
“Think they’ll go away?” I ask, praying the answer is yes.
Of course, the doorbell rings again. Whoever it is isn’t a very patient person. Khiêm grunts and gets out of bed, wiping off his cock on an old shirt and tugging on his boxershorts. With one more kiss to my lips, he stumbles to the front door.
“Ah fuck,” he grunts. “Nia! Get dressed!”
“What?” I shout back, still in that sleepy post-orgasm state of mind, not wanting to get out of bed at all. “Why?”
“My sisters are here,” he says, running back into the bedroom and pulling on his jeans and a T-shirt. “Fuck. All three of them. Get dressed!”