AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Lifting her chin, my mother turns her attention back to the couple at the altar, relieving me of her focused anger.
Listening to the sermon, I try to enjoy the momentous occasion centered on my childhood friend. He deserves happiness. Everyone does.
A large palm covers my own, warming the cold feelings inflicted upon me. I peer at the person next to me, his face full of mischief and sarcasm—a dangerous combination for anyone.
“Fancy wedding,” Foster states, low and mocking for only my ears. “Shitty crowd though. Who invited the evil witch?”
“Better question is, who forgot to drop a house on her?”
He squeezes my hand as we grin at one another, amused in our own world beyond the wedding.
“Foster”—I lean into him—“thank you so much for coming with me.”
“Of course. That’s what friends do for each other.”
~~~~~~
Lazily, my heavy lids open to the early rising sun peeking through my bedroom windows. Stiff with sleep, I slowly adjust my head on the pillow toward my nightstand to check the hour.
At my side, with his head resting on the pillow, Foster, still and awake, watches me with his deep sea-blue eyes as I come out of my slumber.
I blink.
My lips part.
He edges himself closer, the warmth of his body engulfing me under the purple duvet. Grazing his lips with mine ever so lightly, like flirting butterfly wings, he softly breathes his heat into me. My fingers walk their way to his chin covered in stubble, dancing along the shape of his face, as my mind still rests somewhere between a dream state and reality.
Teasing and tempting, our mouths dust over one another, never fully connecting. Foster’s hand hesitantly floats along the shape of my hip and underneath the thin cotton fabric of my shirt, caressing and memorizing the curves of my form. I thread my fingers through his warm caramel–colored hair as my mind and body become more alive. He proceeds to tempt me with his mouth as he draws his palm along my skin in an act of foreplay and questions.
“Kiss me,” I beg, the desire building.
Our mouths connect at my request, and a moan of relief rises from my chest. Grabbing me by the backside, he pulls me tight to his body and sucks on my tongue.
With a firm arm wrapped around my hips, Foster rolls onto his back, taking me with him. I position my legs across his waist, grinding my exceedingly horny-as-hell pelvis against his equally aroused erection.
“Good morning,” he says between sucking on my lower lip.
“It certainly is.”
Foster lifts the cotton top over my head, dropping it to the floor, and then he unsnaps my bra, freeing my breasts, and tosses it to the side. I help him out of his shirt and savor his inviting flesh under my palms. His mouth is instantly at my nipple, sucking and gently nibbling, sending erotic messages to the space between my legs in sudden need of stimulation. I release my head over my shoulder, giving him full rein to my chest, as I grind over his length.
His hands slide down my bare back and underneath my panties, grabbing my ass, pulling me harder over him, while his mouth seductively slays my own. I raise my body to aid his wanting fingers in removing the rest of my clothes and then slip his boxers from his legs as well. Reaching over his naked form, I open the nightstand drawer, finding a condom.
No words are said. No words are needed.
He takes the contraceptive into his hand and prepares himself for an act that we have done several times before. When ready, I reposition myself over him with my hands propped on either side of his head, sliding his cock between my slick folds.
“Sit up,” he requests.
I smile, knowing. “You want to watch, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
Licking my lower lip, I push myself upward and straddle him, my entrance teasingly kissing the tip of his length. With him focused on my sex, I sink myself over him. His breathing hitches as I inch my way further down, fully taking him inside me, and then I rise back up. I do this slowly, several times, taking gratification from his obvious enjoyment.
He loves it.
Foster lightly taps my ass cheek.
