“Was it fun?”
Odin shrugged. “It was kind of stinky.”
“Like when you cut through a steak? Or when you have to clean up dog poop?” Wendy paused. “Speaking of dog poop. Mama Coco made me clean up all of Peanut’s poop. She said it’s not fun to step in.”
“Your mama’s right,” he promised. “Dog poop stinks.”
“Amen,” Holly interjected. “It’s time to eat. Who’s eating?”
Nettie got up and led the way with her belly. “I’m starving.”
Odin nuzzled my neck. “You hungry?”
I let my eyes do the talking for me as I said, “Starving.”
We snuck away after lunch, finding a quiet corner of the clubhouse to reacquaint ourselves with each other.
“Nice dress,” he mused, letting his fingers trail up the length of my bare thigh.
I’d thought long and hard about what I was going to wear.
It was once again in the mid-seventies. The weather promised to turn hazardous tonight, but right now…
“I wore it for you,” I admitted.
His hand went even higher before stilling completely as the no-underwear thing finally registered.
“You’re not wearing any underwear,” he drawled.
“Nope,” I said.
“We will have to make use of it,” he said, lifting me up by the waist and carrying me even deeper into the corner.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and kissed him hard and fierce.
He kissed me back just as fiercely, his fingers threading into my loose hair.
His fingers bumped my sex as he loosened the belt around his waist.
The belt buckle clinked as he yanked it free.
He pulled his fly open, shoved his underwear down just far enough to free his cock, and aligned it at my entrance.
Then his mouth covered mine as he slowly pushed inside.
I moaned into his mouth.
To be quite truthful, my vagina had needed the recuperation time from his last fucking.
But now I was roaring and ready to go.
I was also wet as hell, anticipation having been dancing along every nerve ending since I’d left the house without underwear earlier.
His cock pushed in, farther and farther, a few millimeters at a time until he was forced to pull back.
He followed this process several more times before he was buried to the hilt.
I panted into his mouth, my body screaming for him to move.
