father figure being six years my junior.
His big, work callused hands encircled my waist as he pulled me to him; his mouth on mine, hot and insistent. Trevor’s scent, an intoxicating mix of the outdoors and pure masculinity wafted through me and I relented, allowing full access to my lips, tongue, and mouth. When I was nearly out of breath, he broke away, grinning. “Good girl, you taste much better this way.”
“I was just saving it until I got home,” I goaded him. He’d been on me to quit smoking since the moment we met. Quitting now would be like admitting defeat.
His fingers were rough as he drew up my dress, lifting me forcefully onto the dining room table. “What are you” was all I got out before he stripped me of my pink panties. “Come on, it’s too hot to fool around,” I said, trying to close my legs.
His hands kept them apart as he knelt before me, parting my lips with his tongue. Trevor was gentle only for a moment, quickly attacking my clit as my body responded. Reaching my hands back to brace myself the binders tumbled to the floor. The earliest ripples of an orgasm began to radiate out and a moan escaped my throat. His callused hands and beard stubble chafed my thighs as I peaked.
Breathless, I leaned farther back. Instantly he was in front of me and then inside of me, pushing deeper and deeper. My body arched against the hard wood, my moans became more guttural as the pleasure of having him fill me drove me over the edge again. His hands wrapped around my ass and pulled me closer, driving him in to the hilt. He can’t hold back when I come, spasming around him, pulling him inside until he can’t take any more. Even through my contractions, I felt him thicken and his breath catch as he found release.
As the blood returned to my head, I sat up and looked into his warm brown eyes. Still inside me he leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “You taste much better this way.”
I touched my forehead to his and placed a tender kiss on his lips as he pulled out and stepped back. My stomach sank as I realized we made love without protection. “You didn’t use a condom?”
“What? No, I didn’t think to,” he said, hiding himself away. “We’re married for God’s sake.”
“Even married people use condoms.” I slammed my legs shut and stood to face him, smoothing my dress down. “Especially when you know I’m not on the pill and we don’t want to have a baby.”
“Oh I know, because having my baby would be the worst thing that could ever happen to you,” he spat out. The gold flecks in his eyes sparked like fire when he was angry.
“This isn’t about you. I’ve told you, I am not having children just to have someone else raise them. And there’s no way we can get by without my paycheck, so…”
“Fine, whatever. Sorry. Look I have to shower, come upstairs with me.” He reached out his hand, his fingers brushing mine lightly as he grinned.
“Maybe in a minute.” I let my hand linger next to his. He walked past the kitchen, towards the stairs. Looking back over his shoulder he asked, “You’re going to have a cigarette aren’t you?”
“I told you, what I do with my body is my business.”
“I’ll give you something better to put between your lips,” he teased.
“In a minute, I need to pick up the binders.”
I waited to hear the water turn on. Without touching the binders, I went outside for a smoke.
The warm, sweet scent of vanilla wafted through my nose. Megan was smoking. Thank goodness, because I could really use a cigarette. My editor had me rewriting the entire last chapter of my latest novel and the boys both refused to nap today. I deserved a cigarette. Megan was always willing to share. The flavored kind she smoked left less of a stench than the lights I hide in the planter.
Stepping off my front porch I made my way across both driveways to Megan and Trevor’s side yard.
“Going somewhere, Cassie?” Gail rang out,
His big, work callused hands encircled my waist as he pulled me to him; his mouth on mine, hot and insistent. Trevor’s scent, an intoxicating mix of the outdoors and pure masculinity wafted through me and I relented, allowing full access to my lips, tongue, and mouth. When I was nearly out of breath, he broke away, grinning. “Good girl, you taste much better this way.”
“I was just saving it until I got home,” I goaded him. He’d been on me to quit smoking since the moment we met. Quitting now would be like admitting defeat.
His fingers were rough as he drew up my dress, lifting me forcefully onto the dining room table. “What are you” was all I got out before he stripped me of my pink panties. “Come on, it’s too hot to fool around,” I said, trying to close my legs.
His hands kept them apart as he knelt before me, parting my lips with his tongue. Trevor was gentle only for a moment, quickly attacking my clit as my body responded. Reaching my hands back to brace myself the binders tumbled to the floor. The earliest ripples of an orgasm began to radiate out and a moan escaped my throat. His callused hands and beard stubble chafed my thighs as I peaked.
Breathless, I leaned farther back. Instantly he was in front of me and then inside of me, pushing deeper and deeper. My body arched against the hard wood, my moans became more guttural as the pleasure of having him fill me drove me over the edge again. His hands wrapped around my ass and pulled me closer, driving him in to the hilt. He can’t hold back when I come, spasming around him, pulling him inside until he can’t take any more. Even through my contractions, I felt him thicken and his breath catch as he found release.
As the blood returned to my head, I sat up and looked into his warm brown eyes. Still inside me he leaned closer, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “You taste much better this way.”
I touched my forehead to his and placed a tender kiss on his lips as he pulled out and stepped back. My stomach sank as I realized we made love without protection. “You didn’t use a condom?”
“What? No, I didn’t think to,” he said, hiding himself away. “We’re married for God’s sake.”
“Even married people use condoms.” I slammed my legs shut and stood to face him, smoothing my dress down. “Especially when you know I’m not on the pill and we don’t want to have a baby.”
“Oh I know, because having my baby would be the worst thing that could ever happen to you,” he spat out. The gold flecks in his eyes sparked like fire when he was angry.
“This isn’t about you. I’ve told you, I am not having children just to have someone else raise them. And there’s no way we can get by without my paycheck, so…”
“Fine, whatever. Sorry. Look I have to shower, come upstairs with me.” He reached out his hand, his fingers brushing mine lightly as he grinned.
“Maybe in a minute.” I let my hand linger next to his. He walked past the kitchen, towards the stairs. Looking back over his shoulder he asked, “You’re going to have a cigarette aren’t you?”
“I told you, what I do with my body is my business.”
“I’ll give you something better to put between your lips,” he teased.
“In a minute, I need to pick up the binders.”
I waited to hear the water turn on. Without touching the binders, I went outside for a smoke.
The warm, sweet scent of vanilla wafted through my nose. Megan was smoking. Thank goodness, because I could really use a cigarette. My editor had me rewriting the entire last chapter of my latest novel and the boys both refused to nap today. I deserved a cigarette. Megan was always willing to share. The flavored kind she smoked left less of a stench than the lights I hide in the planter.
Stepping off my front porch I made my way across both driveways to Megan and Trevor’s side yard.
“Going somewhere, Cassie?” Gail rang out,
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