Frost continued his exploration of her skin with his mouth as she wiggle out of her panties.
“Lay on the bed.”
Frost watched as Constance crawled into the bed and smiled. She was a well put together woman. As he watched her lay back, he stripped out of his clothes. Climbing onto the bed he positioned himself between her legs and nudged her knees open where he had room to play.
He slid two thick fingers in her soaked pussy. He could smell her desire, and he wanted to take his time with her. Wanted to see her fall apart before he fucked her.
“I love how tight your body is, baby. I bet it’s going to feel so good wrapped around my cock.”
Constance wanted to cover her face, she was glad the room was drenched in shadows because of how his words made her blush. Her back arched as he slammed his hand against pussy. Her hands twisted in the bedcovers. Her head turned to the side, and he listened to her moan. Over and over she cried out, begging for him for more.
His hand became coated with her cum. His cock throbbed between them. He wanted to fuck her senseless, but first he wanted her limp, relaxed, and needy.
Spreading her legs wider he climbed between her thighs and licked her from clit to ass. He teased and tasted Constance until she was a frenzied mess.
Her taste coated his face and his hands. He wanted the smell of her all over him. Climbing over her he felt her arch into him as he drove into her pussy. He held her in place as he pounded into her. Sweat coated his skin as he brought her to the edge.
When she fell apart underneath him, he followed her over that same edge.
Laying there in the dark the moonlight sent soft light through the sheer curtains. Shadows danced across their naked bodies as they tried catching their breaths. Rolling off of her, Frost cupped her mound with a hand. “This belongs to me, now.” He told her.
“We’ll see.” She felt the tap to her mound. It was firm but playful.
Pulling the blanket over them he tugged Constance against his chest where he could enjoy the quiet moment.
Chapter Nine.
Akiss on her forehead was what she got as Frost untangled from around her giving Constance an unwanted sense of relief. She simply needed a moment to deal with her emotions. He was the first man she’d slept with since her husband and only the second man she’d ever slept with.
Constance worried about her ability to satisfy a man like Frost. He hadn’t complained about a single moment the night before. Insecurity crawled over her, was he leaving? Watching through hooded eyes as he walked to the bathroom.
She couldn’t help but appreciate his attributes. Hmmm nice ass, she reminded her that’s how this started. She got her answer about him leaving when she heard the shower turn on.
Moving the covers aside Constance shoved into a seated position and pulled on her bathrobe that was laying on the side chair. Standing up she tied it closed and made her way down the little corridor that connected the bedroom to the other side of the house.
The smell of fresh brewed coffee brightened her day. Right on time, it was the one constant that she counted on every day. Pulling down to mugs she started pouring coffee when the shower turned off.
The smell of a fresh showered man filtered into the kitchen alerting her that Frost had entered her tiny kitchen. It seemed smaller than usual with him in it.
Before she could turn to face him, a hand snaked around her gripping the counter pushing her firmly against it. Her ass cheek was now firmly in his other hand. Constance knew she was going to be late for work. Because this was exactly how morning sex started.
Before she could react, Frost let go, snagging a mug and stepping back like he hadn’t just wrecked her concentration entirely. When Constance turned, she caught the smirk on his face—lazy, satisfied, and entirely unapologetic.
She opened her mouth to say something clever. Nothing came out. The towel wrapped low around his waist didn’t hide much, and her gaze betrayed her before she could stop it.
“Morning,” she finally managed, lifting her own mug and taking a sip as if she weren’t still very aware of him.
Frost stepped back into her space, close enough to steal her breath. “Morning,” he murmured, kissing her—soft, unhurried—before settling his hip against the counter beside her, like he belonged there. And somehow, impossibly, it already felt like he did.
“What’s your day look like?” she asked, grasping for conversation as she stood there, naked beneath her robe, still wrapped in the warmth of him.
She knew what hers consisted of, finding a glass shop that can replace the door and side window at the food bank.
Frost set his mug aside. Reaching out, he caught the belt of her robe and tugged it loose with an easy confidence. When the fabric fell open, his gaze swept over her like he was taking inventory of something precious. Crooking a finger, he silently called her to him.
Constance stepped closer.
His hands settled on her hips, drawing her in until there was no space left to question. “I’m with you all day, sugar.”
