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I want to believe it.
Even if I shouldn’t.
“Lennox, I…I know this changes a lot of stuff. I…your granny…I can’t believe what she said over at…I can’t believe she…that you…I promise I’ll never tell anyone, and it’s fine. I think it’s truly heroic that you do things like that. It’s amazing. The last thing in the world I would have thought was going down, but it’s truly, truly wonderful, and um….”
My hands connect with her waist, wrapping around her hips. Then, one hand palms the perfect peachy swell of her bottom and hauls her up against me. I cut off her words by kissing her like there isn’t going to be a tomorrow. I would never have said that I had a truly happy place before, but this is my happy place. Right here. Wherever Cass is. Doing this with her, laughing with her, talking with her, eating pie and fries with her, swan boat riding with her, driving in a station wagon with her in the passenger seat, being set up to babysit with her when only one semi-responsible adult—me—was more than enough because Maya can sleep through a bomb blast, and just being in the same space with her. Anywhere. Anyhow. Always.
Cass grasps my shoulders and breaks the kiss so she can leap up on me. She wraps her long legs around my waist, and pretty much every fantasy I’ve ever had is coming true right here. She claims my mouth again, kissing me like I’m her very reason for living.
“Bedroom,” she commands. “Bed.” Her tongue caresses my lower lip before she sinks her teeth into it lightly, tasting me and humming low in her throat as she savors me. “Not the couch. Not the table. The bed.” I turn abruptly and walk straight into a wall. “Oomph!” Cass’ back takes the brunt of that contact.
“Shit! Oh my god! I’m sorry! Are you okay?”
She giggles and grins at me, and then she licks the end of my nose. Yes, the end of my nose. I’m not sure that should be sexy, but my cock is throbbing hard enough to shred through my metal zipper. Cass whimpers and grinds her sweet pussy against me. She’s wearing black leggings and a cherry red tunic thing that has ridden up, and my god, I love that color on her because, of course, it reminds me of cherry pie. And I also love those leggings. They’re practically the world’s best invention. Thin enough that I can feel every single detail, like the fact that I’m almost one hundred percent sure Cass isn’t wearing panties beneath them.
Cass isn’t wearing panties.
“Which way to the bedroom?” I ask with all the desperation of a man looking for water in the middle of a scorching desert.
Cass points over my shoulder. “That way.” All I see is the kitchen when I turn. “Through there. And down the hall.”
“Noted.”
I somehow stumble my way there between kisses and also Cass steering me and guiding me at the last minute before more walls are walked into, and more oomphs and ummphs happen. I’ve always been fairly athletic, and I have good reflexes and a fast recovery time. It’s not a graceful stumble, but who cares about graceful when Cass is kissing the last little breath I have off my lips, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, pressing the hard little points of her nipples up against my chest, and grinding her sweet pussy against my dick. Graceful? I give zero fucks about graceful.
“We’re here!” Cass grins at me like we just completed a triathlon together and won first place. She palms my cheeks, smushing my lips out comically, duckbill style. “Lennox?”
I struggle not to laugh through my duck lips. “Yes?” That comes out sounding more like yahmuss?
“Will you please take my clothes off and fuck me senseless?”
Oh god, oh god, oh god. My dick is raging hard, kicking in my jeans, and trying to do just that on the spot. Cass’ hands relax on my cheeks so I can give her a straight, not-so-ducklike answer. “How much do you like your bed?”
She blinks at me, slightly confused. I don’t bother flipping the light on in the room. I can just about make out the outline of something antique and brass-looking in the near dark. The hall light isn’t on either, but I’ll find a lamp, a nightlight, a flashlight, or something. Although, finding my way by touch alone has a unique thrill to it too. Maybe for the first round, it would suit just fine. I can imagine the dark is a blindfold…
“Uh, I like it a lot. Why?”
“If we break it, would you accept my apologies and a new one?”
Cass giggles so loud that it’s like a hurricane of laughter hits me. I love that sound. God, I love it more than I’ve ever loved almost anything. But I can think of a few things I do like better. Namely, Cass’ bottom, Cass’ pussy, and Cass’ breasts.
