- Will you sing in a theater? - Ethan asked.
- That's great! Can we come and see you? -
- Of course we can, Naomi -
- I want to come see you, Deanna! Can we, Dad? -
- Of course we can, we'll be in the front row when Deanna presents -
- That's still a long way off, but my first presentation will be just for you guys... You finished your homework, didn't you Naomi? -
- Yes, all of them -
- Good... Ethan, don't forget your geography books tomorrow, okay? I saw them in the library -
- I already put them away.
- Great... I'll take Jonathan for a bath then... Shall we go? -
The little boy hung on her arms as usual, he was starting to get a little heavier.
-I'll be in my office," Daniel announced.
Deanna prepared the bath for Jonathan and stayed with him while he played with the little boats in the water.
- You know, little grasshopper? Sometimes I wonder why you don't want to talk to us... I wonder what your voice will be like... -
The little boy looked at her with a smile and big eyes.
-We could chat and tell each other things... How was your day in kindergarten, the things you like... We could even sing together! I've always wanted a partner to practice my songs with...
Jonathan smiled even more, showing his little teeth and closing his eyes a bit.
- Aha! You like that idea, don't you? Well, for that you'll have to... start... talking...".
As she said it, she slowly approached until she reached him and tickled him a little. He was such a sweet and cute little boy, always running to hug her legs or hold her hand. She felt connected to him in a special way: the boy didn't speak and she sang, they seemed like two sides of the same coin.
Deanna decided to take a bath as well after putting the boy to bed. She was a little tired, so a hot bath would help her relax for bed. Daniel went upstairs to get some papers from the bedroom and heard her singing as the water ran. He smiled to himself, he felt like he could have a full life again; the woman on the other side of the door had brought back the joy that Emily had taken away with her departure.
He was lost in thought when Deanna emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel, her hair damp. She stopped at the door when she saw him standing there, papers in hand, glasses on, jacket and vest detached, tie loose. How long had it been since the last time? He'd been gone three days, then there was Camila, Ethan....
He looked her up and down, a few drops still rolling down her legs. The skin, a little pink from the hot water, looked like it was warm. She saw his eyes behind the crystals of the glasses, the eyes of a predator, unashamedly undressing her, the desire evident in them; the exalted expression, the breath beginning to hitch in him, and there was a slight tension in his jaw.
Her surprise changed, his gaze made her change. He had that effect on her, he awakened something deep inside her. And when she changed he was at her mercy. Her moans were still in his mind, from that time when his aggressiveness made her ask him for more.
-Come," Deanna whispered to him. And he went.
He stopped in front of her, his heart pounding. She used both hands to remove his jacket, then his vest, slid them over his shoulders until they fell to the floor. She continued the path over his chest until she reached for the belt buckle and undid it, barely pulled down his zipper and slipped her hand down his pants. He was aroused. Touched him, stroked him, groped at it until Daniel squeezed his eyes shut and opened his mouth to breathe better. On her tiptoes she kissed him, first tenderly, then using her tongue until she caught his lower lip between her teeth and gave him a fierce bite.
The pain made his eyes open wide, he tried to pull his face away, but she wouldn't let go. Until he grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her back. The tug drew a wicked moan from her that reverberated directly into his groin.
- Is that how you like it? - he asked hoarsely.
She looked at him challenging.
-Well...
Without letting go of her hair he carried her to the bed and dropped her sitting on it. The towel lost on the way. He stood between her legs and unzipped his pants further, freeing himself. Deanna moved to the edge of the bed.
-If that's the way you want it, then do it," he ordered her.
And she didn't hesitate. Her mouth was warm and tight and she knew how to use it. Daniel was wiping with his tongue the trickle of blood coming out of his lip looking at her from above: her hair wet, her lips swollen and her eyes fixed on him. She was clutching the fabric of his pants with her hands. Her voice sounded choked. And suddenly a thought crossed through his mind: How many others had she done the same to? How many others had she looked at like this while she was doing it?
His chest tightened and anger began to bubble up. How could she be so lustful? He grabbed her hair with his hands, harder than before, to match the movement of his hips. No mercy, no regard. Until those eyes staring wildly at him filled with tears and he heard her choke.
He pulled away just as abruptly and hesitated for a second, until she reached for him again almost immediately: she wanted more. He tried to stop her by the hair, but Deanna kept pulling at him. He had to grab her face to stop her.
-Look at me... Look at me! -
She obeyed, looked at him. Her body trembled barely with anticipation, unhinged with lust, eager, rushed.
- Why are you like this? Mmm? You do it on purpose because you know you drive me crazy... - His voice was threatening, an octave lower than normal.
But she didn't respond. Without releasing her, he took off his glasses and went down to kiss her. That soft, wet mouth. She moaned unable to move her face because he kept stopping it. When he released her leaned his forehead against hers and took a deep breath, seeking to calm himself. But Deanna didn't want him to calm down, with the tip of her tongue she ran it across his lips, stopping where she had bitten him.
She woke him once more. He grabbed her arm an abruptly make her stand.
-Turn over and kneel on the bed..." And again she obeyed.
He stroked her back from the nape of her neck to her waist, following the line of her spine. It made Deanna shudder and grow more impatient. His fingertips played at drawing patterns on her skin, over her freckles. Sometimes barely grazing the side of her breasts, drawing sighs from her.
He leaned barely over her, bringing his mouth to her shoulder. He rested his lips on the warm skin and without thinking bit her. He heard a mixture of moan and sob from her throat. He saw the mark that had been imprinted on her skin and felt satisfied. She turned her head to look at him with moist eyes and started to move away to the other side of the bed. But Daniel was quicker, he grabbed her waist tightly and pulled her to his body, the sudden movement leaving her leaning on her hands.
- Wasn't that what you wanted? -
- Yessssss... - And she moved her hips in a circle on top of him.
- Fuck, Deanna! -