“A few years ago, at least. Don’t worry. Nothing nasty on the sheets.” She tugged the sheet and tried to force it under the corner of the mattress but it didn’t yield. I went around the bed and helped her.
“Let me lift and you tuck it,” I said. I got my hands under the mattress and hauled it up. It weighed a ton. Eddy shoved the sheet underneath the few inches that I managed to lift it up. I heard her yelp and stumble, falling into me. I let go of the mattress and caught her.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
She laughed. “Yeah, yes, of course. I swear I know how to make a bed. I promise,” she said. She looked up at me. She was pressed into my chest. Her clothes were thin enough for me to feel her body underneath. Her eyes seemed to drill into mine, seeing right through me. My body felt hot. I was barely dressed; we were in a bedroom and it would take nothing to get her out of her clothes. Nobody could in their right mind expect me to control myself around her. Had they seen her? It had been something of a long day with some very surprising revelations and we were finally having a nice, quiet night alone. This was the perfect way to end it. We kissed.
I pushed her back onto the bed. She lay back and I climbed on top of her, immediately getting rid of the towel. I started on her clothes. She helped me, matching my intensity. I loved it when I could see her hunger. It made me stand up stiff, ready for her. It made me want to devour her.
Once her clothes were off, we kissed again. I pawed her breasts and ran my hands over her curves. Back in a bed again, I didn’t want to lose out on a chance to properly work her over. I started at her neck, kissing down her body until I was between her legs. I looked up to see her reaction. Her eyes were half-lidded watching me. I held her thighs open and dived in.
She gasped. I tried a couple of different touches, pressures, techniques, gauging how much they made her squirm. She was incredibly responsive which made sex with her that much more enjoyable. When I got into the right rhythm, I plunged two fingers into her. It almost finished her.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” she whispered. Not if my life depended on it. I kept going, watching her come to pieces underneath me, until she let out a scream and a shudder ran through her. I smiled to myself. I licked my fingers clean coming up from between her legs. Her eyes opened slowly and she looked up at me.
“Okay?” I asked. She smirked.
“Now it’s your turn.”
16
Edwina
It was about time I got the guy on his back.
I knelt down between his knees, looking down at him, just looking. He was beautifully made. He was lean and muscular whereas the lifestyle Russell had led had made him doughy and easily winded. I would admit it. Sometimes, when Russell was gracelessly thrashing on top of me, I closed my eyes and imagined it was Niall. It was more than just sometimes if I was honest. my imagination completely failed to get close to reality though. I indulgently ran my hands up his firm legs. He let out a small laugh when I skimmed his sensitive inner thighs.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Taking my time,” I said. I let one of my hands run up to his crotch and jerked him off slowly. He sighed. I lay between his thighs and touched his tip to my tongue, bathing it generously before sucking it into my mouth. He groaned. I used my tongue, running it over his head every time I worked my way up his length. My pussy was soaked. It turned me on to do this to him. I watched his reactions, making him groan. I got into a rhythm bobbing up and down. His hand went to my hair, gripping.
“Not so fast,” he said. I ignored him. Suddenly, I was being pulled up over his body, so I landed in a straddle over his body.
“You want this to be over before it even starts?” he asked.
“You could take a little longer. I believe in you,” I said. He laughed and kissed me, pulling me down onto him. Naturally, his cock found its way to my opening. I gasped as he slid his way inside. The stretch felt sinfully good. His body was perfect in every way. I wondered why I couldn’t seem to resist him but whenever we were together, it was glaringly obvious.
I rode him slowly, grinding my hips. He reached for me, pulling me down so we could kiss. He matched my strokes, so we were moving in synch. I had never had such explosive sexual chemistry with anyone. My body opened up for him like it had never for anyone in my life. I let myself get lost in the experience. Minutes later, my orgasm swept over me. He rolled us over and fucked me through it until he came.
We spooned when it was over, laying there in the silence. My lids kept drooping. I was tired and I wanted to fall asleep with him. There was nothing I wanted more than that, but it was impossible. Riley was in the house and I had to go and be there for him. I knew that it wasn’t wrong to leave Riley with Prue for the night. I did it routinely when I couldn’t be home, but this felt wrong somehow. Spending the night here with a man while my son wondered where I was made me feel a little guilt. On top of that, the man in question happened to be the biological father that he knew nothing about. We never got to do this part. It would have
