Once and Again
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“Good, you’re wearing a skirt.” He closed the door behind himself and looked to the one window at the far side of the closet. Closed. Good.
Startled she turned to him and he caught the blush. “Wh-what?” She backed up.
“I’ve missed you.” One handed, he loosened his belt and unzipped his jeans. “And now I aim to remedy it. In part. You wearing panties under that pretty skirt?”
“Wh-what?”
He grinned and he knew it affected her by the way she widened her eyes. “You got anything else to say but what?”
She swallowed hard and then again when he pulled his c**k free. “I want you. Right now. No one is going to notice we’re gone, not with all the hubbub out there. And even if they did, each and every person here would go out of their way to protect what you and I have.”
She bent and produced a bright red pair of panties that she stepped out of. He took them from her hand and stuffed them in a pocket. “Compliance. I like that.”
In two steps her back was against the wall, and he inched her skirt up until he exposed stockings and a garter belt. “Oh you’re so sexy I can’t stand it. I think about you. About this all the time.”
“You’re a boy, that’s what you all do.” Her voice was breathy, which only made him want her more.
He slid his hands up those pretty thighs and snapped one of the straps holding the stockings up. “I like these.” He walked his fingers up her thighs until he found the part of her he wanted most right at that moment. Hot and wet. “You’re ready for me.”
No response this time, just a nodded head. Which was fine with him. He knew what a nod meant and as long as he had the go-ahead, that was enough.
“No time to taste you. That’s a cryin’ shame.”
She stuttered a breath
She should have remembered how much it got him off when she did that. But all the more for him. He stood and pushed her back against the wall. “I want you here. And I want you now. You on board with that?”
There was no argument on her face. Not at all. She hauled him closer and her lips met his, opening to him right away.
As he kissed that sweet mouth he pulled one of her legs up, and she hooked a calf around his waist, bringing him even closer. He growled and she swallowed the sound, whimpering a little until he brushed the heart of her with the head of his cock. Then she stilled and groaned. Her fingers in his hair tightened. “In. In. In.”
He had no arguments with that plan. Not a one. And when he pressed into her pu**y, they both hissed at how good it was. But there was no time to luxuriate in that heated wet, just enough time to f**k her hard and fast and spend the rest of the afternoon with her scent on his skin like a secret.
Once fully seated, he met her gaze and never gave it back as he began to f**k her in earnest.
Hard.
Fast.
Deep.
So good he nearly lost his mind, but he held on, needing all of her he could get just then, knowing it might be all he’d have until they could sneak in some time next. She was wily, ridiculously busy, and he had to compete with all sorts of priorities he knew were important, but hated to share her over anyway.
Her muscled calf held him tight. As if he’d move anywhere else but inside her.
“I love it when you take me this way,” she whispered into his ear. “I love the denim of your jeans against my naked thighs.”
He snarled a curse and dug in deeper. Admittedly, it rang his bell too, that she was partially naked and he had on all his clothes. They needed to explore that further.
But right then he would die if he didn’t keep f**king her. Harder and harder until her eyes went half-lidded and glossy, her lips wet from his kisses. “I want you this way all the time. But for now, let’s get you coming.”
“Mmm. Good idea.”
He watched as she slid a hand between them, jumped with the first tightening of her pu**y around his c**k when he knew she’d found her clit with her fingertips.
“I know you’re ready. Take your pleasure. Come all around me.”
Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as her gaze remained locked with his. He wanted to look down, to watch her hand as she made herself come. But he couldn’t tear himself away from her eyes. From the total honesty she gave him in those stolen moments.
It wasn’t long before she got even hotter and wetter, not long before she gasped and then came all around him. Came so hard he saw stars and had to find his own climax. Which had been hovering just at the outer edges of his consciousness, waiting, waiting until the right moment. And as she moved her hand to grip his waist and hold him close, the moment hit hard as he pressed deep and came.
On shaky legs, Lily headed back into the house after she dropped Chris off at school. Today was the day for yet another conversation with her mother. She’d been put off the last time and Lily didn’t plan to let her mother dodge the subject again.
“Mom?”
Pamela wandered into the living room. “Yes? Everything all right?”
“No. Not really. Can you sit and talk with me for a bit?”
Pamela sat. “What is it? Is Chris all right?”
“As all right as he can be I guess. It’s about you. And through that, about us all. Mom…” She paused, trying to remember the script she’d loosely crafted. “I’d like to talk to you about how many pills you’re taking lately. And all the drinking with it.”
Pamela’s back shot straight and her eyes narrowed. Despite the circumstances, that flash of fire was a good thing to see. It was nice to know her mother had some fight left in her.
Startled she turned to him and he caught the blush. “Wh-what?” She backed up.
“I’ve missed you.” One handed, he loosened his belt and unzipped his jeans. “And now I aim to remedy it. In part. You wearing panties under that pretty skirt?”
“Wh-what?”
He grinned and he knew it affected her by the way she widened her eyes. “You got anything else to say but what?”
She swallowed hard and then again when he pulled his c**k free. “I want you. Right now. No one is going to notice we’re gone, not with all the hubbub out there. And even if they did, each and every person here would go out of their way to protect what you and I have.”
She bent and produced a bright red pair of panties that she stepped out of. He took them from her hand and stuffed them in a pocket. “Compliance. I like that.”
In two steps her back was against the wall, and he inched her skirt up until he exposed stockings and a garter belt. “Oh you’re so sexy I can’t stand it. I think about you. About this all the time.”
“You’re a boy, that’s what you all do.” Her voice was breathy, which only made him want her more.
He slid his hands up those pretty thighs and snapped one of the straps holding the stockings up. “I like these.” He walked his fingers up her thighs until he found the part of her he wanted most right at that moment. Hot and wet. “You’re ready for me.”
No response this time, just a nodded head. Which was fine with him. He knew what a nod meant and as long as he had the go-ahead, that was enough.
“No time to taste you. That’s a cryin’ shame.”
She stuttered a breath
She should have remembered how much it got him off when she did that. But all the more for him. He stood and pushed her back against the wall. “I want you here. And I want you now. You on board with that?”
There was no argument on her face. Not at all. She hauled him closer and her lips met his, opening to him right away.
As he kissed that sweet mouth he pulled one of her legs up, and she hooked a calf around his waist, bringing him even closer. He growled and she swallowed the sound, whimpering a little until he brushed the heart of her with the head of his cock. Then she stilled and groaned. Her fingers in his hair tightened. “In. In. In.”
He had no arguments with that plan. Not a one. And when he pressed into her pu**y, they both hissed at how good it was. But there was no time to luxuriate in that heated wet, just enough time to f**k her hard and fast and spend the rest of the afternoon with her scent on his skin like a secret.
Once fully seated, he met her gaze and never gave it back as he began to f**k her in earnest.
Hard.
Fast.
Deep.
So good he nearly lost his mind, but he held on, needing all of her he could get just then, knowing it might be all he’d have until they could sneak in some time next. She was wily, ridiculously busy, and he had to compete with all sorts of priorities he knew were important, but hated to share her over anyway.
Her muscled calf held him tight. As if he’d move anywhere else but inside her.
“I love it when you take me this way,” she whispered into his ear. “I love the denim of your jeans against my naked thighs.”
He snarled a curse and dug in deeper. Admittedly, it rang his bell too, that she was partially naked and he had on all his clothes. They needed to explore that further.
But right then he would die if he didn’t keep f**king her. Harder and harder until her eyes went half-lidded and glossy, her lips wet from his kisses. “I want you this way all the time. But for now, let’s get you coming.”
“Mmm. Good idea.”
He watched as she slid a hand between them, jumped with the first tightening of her pu**y around his c**k when he knew she’d found her clit with her fingertips.
“I know you’re ready. Take your pleasure. Come all around me.”
Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as her gaze remained locked with his. He wanted to look down, to watch her hand as she made herself come. But he couldn’t tear himself away from her eyes. From the total honesty she gave him in those stolen moments.
It wasn’t long before she got even hotter and wetter, not long before she gasped and then came all around him. Came so hard he saw stars and had to find his own climax. Which had been hovering just at the outer edges of his consciousness, waiting, waiting until the right moment. And as she moved her hand to grip his waist and hold him close, the moment hit hard as he pressed deep and came.
On shaky legs, Lily headed back into the house after she dropped Chris off at school. Today was the day for yet another conversation with her mother. She’d been put off the last time and Lily didn’t plan to let her mother dodge the subject again.
“Mom?”
Pamela wandered into the living room. “Yes? Everything all right?”
“No. Not really. Can you sit and talk with me for a bit?”
Pamela sat. “What is it? Is Chris all right?”
“As all right as he can be I guess. It’s about you. And through that, about us all. Mom…” She paused, trying to remember the script she’d loosely crafted. “I’d like to talk to you about how many pills you’re taking lately. And all the drinking with it.”
Pamela’s back shot straight and her eyes narrowed. Despite the circumstances, that flash of fire was a good thing to see. It was nice to know her mother had some fight left in her.
