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“Mmmm,” she moans breathily, her eyes still closed in sleep.
“Enjoy it, baby girl,” I rasp under my breath. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful.”
My fingers continue their quest, easing in and out of her damp, swollen folds. She cries out again, breathily, still completely asleep and I barely breathe from the dirty sight before me. My daughter-in-law, lushly nude, with my fingers buried in her twat. Who would have guessed that this would happen? Yet I’m a man in need, and I slowly ease her towards climax.
“That a girl,” I growl in a low voice, watching her beautiful body intensely. “Just go with it.”
Cora seems to hear me, and on the next wet plunge into her depths, she stiffens for a bit and then cries out. Sure enough, her hot folds clamp down on my finger, nearly breaking it off, as she convulses with ecstasy.
“Oh!” she moans breathily. “Oh god, Matt!”
I hold still even as her warm tunnel squeezes my finger again and again. My heart pounds like a drum in my chest. Did she really just call out my name during her moment of ecstasy? Does this beautiful girl dream naughty dreams of me, her father-in-law?
As she relaxes once more into a blissful sleep, I slowly withdraw my glistening finger from her folds. She moans again, tossing, and then sighs and settles down. I look down at Cora, my heart pounding. Holy shit. Did that really just happen? But looking at her luscious form, I know that I’m going to need more than a bit of naughtiness with a sleeping Cora. I’m going to need her hot, voluptuous, and awake, ready to accept my maleness with all of that luscious body.
Slowly, I leave the room, desperate to put some space between temptation and myself.
Grabbing the still-lit lantern, I slowly make my way down the stairs and back into the living room to survey the damage as best I can. Outside, the storm continues to rage.
Fuck, did I really just do that? Did I finger my daughter-in-law as she slept?
Grimly, I stare straight forward even as my thoughts.
Fuck. I did. And she was so fucking sexy the entire time.
I’m half tempted to go upstairs at this very moment and push my way into her wet depths with my hardness, repercussions be damned, but I get a hold of my sanity.
Leave Cora alone. Give her some peace. You’ve already done enough.
As if in response, lightning flashes, illuminating the couch, and a rumble of thunder shakes the cabin.
I guess I’m staying on the couch tonight.
I go to the kitchen to look for matches and some candles. Finding both, I take the items into the living and set them on the coffee table. Cautiously, so as not to ignite another fire, I light the candles so I can see the room a little better.
In the dim light of the candles and lantern, I take in the damage that was done to the room mere moments earlier. I don’t know how long the fire was raging before I arrived, but the damage is severe.
It’s a dismal sight – the couch is soaked through, and singed all over. One chair is completely done for, its once blue flannel pattern now a mess of blackened cotton. The rug has just a little water damage and only a few small spots where the sparks struck. The fireplace itself, however, is a disaster: a blob of logs, ash, and bits of burnt cloth.
I hold the lantern closer to the fireplace, attempting to see how the walls faired.
“Holy hell.”
Honestly, I’d thought the damage would be bad, but I had not expected it to be like this.
In addition to the few pieces of ashy furniture, the entire wall by the fireplace has severe water damage. Shit, I think to myself, I’m definitely going to have to see if there’s any structural damage in the morning, once I can see better. But for now, with the soft glow of the lantern as my only source of light, I can only hope that the water damage is limited to these two walls.
Seeing the destruction, I feel my rage start to return. I slam my first hard on the couch arm, and immediately it’s soaking wet from the movement.
How could Cora be so stupid?
I shake my head, correcting my accusation. No, not stupid, just naïve.
I let my mind wander toward images of the sleeping woman upstairs. How her brunette hair lay tousled across the pillow, how she fell asleep curled against me. How sexy she looked in nothing but her panties and her bra. How I touched her illicitly as she slept.
I feel my pants tighten in response to my forbidden thoughts. Part of me wants to wake her up and shake her, hard, for being a fool about the fire. But even more, I want to wake her up by kissing her soft lips, and to hear her moan my name while I let the kisses trail down her neck to her full breasts…
