“He just wants you to be as happy as we’ve been all these years.” She sounds pained as she talks. I can’t imagine watching the person you love most in the world fade away. Losing him one minute at a time.
“I know. Look, ma, I’ve got to go. Margo will be here soon, and I need to get dinner started.”
“Love you, son. Talk soon.”
“Love you too, ma. Hug dad for me.”
At exactly seven o’clock, I hear the sound of a car door slamming. Margo is here. I half expected her to cancel on me, but here she is. When there isn’t a knock on the door right away, I get curious and look out the window. Margo is standing on my porch… no, not standing, she’s pacing in front of my door.
She walks to the door, raises her hand to knock, and then lets it fall again before pacing away. Her lips move as if she’s talking to herself, and I can’t help wondering what she’s saying and if she’s talking herself into or out of knocking. Not wanting to give her the easy out, I open the door. Margo jumps at the sound of the door opening and twirls around with wide eyes.
“Oh, hi.”
I smirk at her and her awkwardness. My girl is a tigress hidden behind a shy kitten. I’m determined to draw that tigress from this morning out of her hiding place. I want to see her nails and feel her fierceness.
“Hello, sweetness. It looked like maybe you might be considering running away. Thought I would let you know that I’m willing to chase you if I have to.”
Margo licks her lips, drawing my attention and making my cock twitch at the remembered taste of her. She tentatively takes a step towards me, then another, and another until she’s directly in front of me. She looks up with wide green eyes. “I’m not running.”
I give her a noncommittal shrug because it sure looked that way to me, but I’ll let her think I believe her. “Good, because I’ve got dinner made, and I’d hate for you to miss out on the best stir fry you’ll ever have.”
3 Margo
“That was the most amazing stir fry I’ve ever had.” And it is. I’ve never tasted something with so many flavor notes that don’t involve sugar, sugar, and more sugar.
“Glad you liked it, sweetness.” If I didn’t know better, I would say he’s blushing, but a man like Amos wouldn’t blush. “I’ve got burnt sugar pie for dessert.”
My mouth waters. Burnt sugar pie is the only dessert that tops any of my confections. He sets a big slice of pie in front of me, and I don’t wait a moment before taking a bite. “Mmm… this is so freakin’ good.”
He watches my mouth as I take another bite, my tongue swiping out to catch a stray crumb. My body heats at the look in his hazel eyes. He looks like he’s ready for dessert, but not burnt sugar pie.
“You know, I’ve tried dozens of times to figure out the secret to this pie and haven’t been able to even come close to replicating it.”
Amos’ lips quirk up. “It wouldn’t be a secret recipe if it was easy to figure out.”
“I suppose not,” I say, then slowly lick the tines of my fork clean of the last bit of pie. “Can’t blame a baker for trying.”
He licks his lips, those dark, brooding eyes of his boring into mine as I lick my lips feeling wanton. I want him to want me as much as I do him. I don’t want this night to end without us fully exploring the chemistry that burns bright in my belly.
I stand to carry our dishes to the sink, but he grips my wrist firmly, stopping me. “Those can wait,” he growls.
My breath catches in my throat at the possessive grip. “For what?” I breathe out, quiet and needy.
“This,” he says, dragging me into his lap and kissing me as if our lives depend on it. At this point, maybe they do. It feels so right being in his arms; kissing him feels natural and necessary.
Our tongues dance together, slick stroke after slick stroke. Over and over, our tongues caress… explore… My arousal grows until I know my panties are soaked through. My pussy throbs with how badly I need release. I turn in his lap so I’m straddling him. He groans as my pussy rubs against his hard cock. He feels enormous behind his zipper, something I didn’t get to fully appreciate before we were interrupted this morning.
I break away from his lips, my head dropping back with a low moan as I roll my hips, mimicking what I want to do to him only without clothes. His big hands palm my ass and pull me tight against him, taking control of my movements. Just that one commanding touch has me spiraling towards an orgasm.
I love how he takes charge.
I know he’ll be a beast in the bedroom, and I cannot wait to experience his fully unrestrained passion. He trails his mouth up and down my neck, first kissing then gently nipping at the sensitive skin. I shiver, loving his mouth on me but wanting more. So much more.
“Amos, I want you. Take me to bed.”
He stops what he’s doing, and I instantly regret talking. “Are you sure, sweetness? Once I have you laid out on my bed, I won’t be able to stop myself. You’ll be at my mercy.”
“Yes, please. I’m yours.”
Without another word, he lifts me up and over his shoulder as he storms towards what I assume is his bedroom. My breath whooshes out of my lungs when he tosses me on the bed. I squeal when he
