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“And then?” she prompted, her hands starting to move up and down my back.
“And then I might have to interrupt you,” I said, my hands sliding down her back to cup her ass.
“Really? Why would you need to do that?” she asked, tone mock innocent.
“Because I’d gone the whole day without seeing you,” I told her. “Without touching you,” I added, pulling her ass more tightly against me, so she could feel my cock pressing against her.
“Really?” she asked. “And what would happen then?”
“I’d strip you naked and—“
“Show me,” she demanded, taking a step back.
“What?”
“Show me. Show me what you would do if you came home after a long day of work to me in the kitchen,” she said, sidestepping into the kitchen that looked nothing like hers anymore with all the peel & stick tile and wallpaper gone.
And this woman, this amazing, wonderful, unexpected, ridiculous, sexy, perfect fucking woman started to dance around her kitchen, shaking her ass to the song she was humming and pretending to mix something in an invisible bowl she was holding against her chest.
She’d never been opposed to a little role playing.
And I could never get enough of her.
“Oh, honey!” she said, beaming at me. “I didn’t know you were home. How was your day?” she asked, in full-on 1950s housewife pleasantries.
“Long. Stressful,” I said, taking a step toward her.
“Oh, no! We must find a way to ease your stress. Immediately!” she said, pressing her hand to her heart, making a laugh bubble up and burst out of me. “I have an idea,” she said, pretending to put her mixing bowl down on the counter.
“Do you?” I asked. “What’s your plan?”
“Well, sweetie,” she said, reaching for both of my hands, giving them a squeeze. “We could meditate together.”
To her credit, she said it with a straight face even.
And I was reminded yet again of a fact I’d become acutely aware of.
I loved her.
God, I fucking loved this woman.
With all her crazy and her warm and her sweet and her absurd.
No matter how many stinky salves she rubbed on me or how much disgusting tea she made me drink.
I loved her.
More than I’d ever loved anyone before.
And I had a sneaking suspicion it was only going to keep growing.
“I have a better idea,” I said, grabbing her hip with one hand, yanking up her sundress with the other, and pinning it against her stomach, giving me a view of her bare pussy. Because Billie liked going commando when she was wearing a sundress. It ‘made her feel like she had a secret.’
And I was sure as fuck not going to complain about the ease of access.
My hand moved downward, teasing up the soft skin of her inner thigh before my fingers slid up her wet pussy to tease around her clit.
“I think I like your idea,” Billie said, her voice catching as I snagged the bud of her clit between my first two fingers, and wiggled them up and down until she was whimpering and mewling, until her hips were rocking impatiently against me, silently begging for more.
“Think you might like this better,” I said, lowering down in front of her. I won’t say it was easy. My range of motion wasn’t perfect yet, but I was getting there. Besides, when I had good enough motivation, I could manage to do just about anything. Like fucking her to oblivion in that sex swing when we came back from tracking down those amateur bastards who’d been terrorizing their own neighborhood for well over a year.
And when it came to tasting Billie?
Yeah, I was very fucking motivated.
“Yes,” she cried when my lips closed around her clit, sucking it into my mouth in quick, relentless movements that had her angling her leg outward to give me more access as her hands grabbed my head so hard it seemed like she was attempting to crack my skull.
Her hips started to move against me, riding my face as I sucked and licked and nibbled at her sensitive flesh before finally, after she’d damn near screamed for it, sinking two of my fingers inside her tight pussy.
“Just like that,” she cried as my fingers started to thrust in and out of her. “Don’t stop,” she demanded.
But I had to.
Because I needed to feel her squeeze my cock as she came.
I got back up on my feet, grabbing her, turning her, and slamming her down against the kitchen counter, landing one hard smack to her round ass before freeing my cock and sliding on a condom before moving in close behind her.
“Fuck me,” she demanded, rocking her ass out toward me while I stood there for a second just enjoying the view of her dripping pussy that was begging to feel me inside it. “Rowe, please,” she cried, going up on her tiptoes and angling her ass out perfectly as I moved in that last step, and slammed inside her.
