As he kissed her he pushed her down on the bed, she was too busy kissing him back to resist.
She didn’t want to resist. She wanted his kisses, she wanted his hands on her body, she wanted her hands on his body, and his clothes were in the way. She slipped her hands under the bottom of his shirt and dragged her palms over his skin. His hands were work-worn but the rest of him was smooth and supple. He stopped kissing her just long enough to toss his shirt aside and she wrapped her arms around his body and started kissing his tanned, muscled, chest.
His soft groan was all the encouragement she needed and she flicked her tongue over the tiny nub of his nipple. He collapsed onto his back and stretched, giving her full access from throat to hip, and that’s what she did. She started at his neck, closing her teeth gently over the tendon there, and then kissed down his chest, pausing to lavish attention on his nipple again, then down the muscled flat of his stomach. His stomach quivered under her attentions. She kissed along his skin following the edge of his jeans to where the top of his hip bone was visible. She kissed there too and his whole body shuddered.
He sat up. “Enough, it’s my turn,” he said. She nodded and threw her shirt on the floor.
‘Soft curves’ was an understatement. Sure she was solidly built in the shoulders and hips but there was nothing extra on her anywhere. Her hip bones were pronounced, her stomach curved in, it was a wonder her ribs weren’t showing, and then there were her breasts. Perky, full, soft with the darker skin of her nipples, they filled his hands perfectly and if he turned his hand just right the nipple showed through the space between his thumb and forefinger leaving an opening for his mouth.
When he bent his head over her and began licking and nibbling and sucking at her breast she tipped her head back with a groan. He could have stayed there all night but there was more of her to explore. One hand stayed on her breast as he kissed his way lower. His tongue dipped below the waist band of her pants making her shiver. He smiled and started working on the button on the front of her jeans.
She helped shimmy out of the tight pants and then blushed. She was wearing plain white cotton panties because she hadn’t been expecting something like this to happen. He didn’t even notice. He kissed the newly exposed skin, his breath hot even through the fabric. He kissed her legs, going down along the tops of her thighs and coming back up along the sensitive insides until his face almost brushed her most private of places.
She was breathing hard and she didn’t pull away or protest so he slipped his finger under the scrap of cloth between her legs and rubbed the back of his knuckle against her. She gasped and her hips bucked and she reached down and grabbed at his hair.
He sat up just enough to help her out of the panties and then he began touching the soft folds of skin between her legs. Any time she moaned or whimpered he paused and played a little longer before continuing his exploration of her. Only when she was breathing hard and whimpering almost uncontrollably did he slip a finger inside of her.
Lillian was lost somewhere in a sea of pleasure. There was nothing but bed sheets and his fingers in all the right places. And then his finger slipped inside of her and she gasped. She’d taken to masturbating a lot since moving here, it was the only way to relieve the tension and keep her desires a secret, but she hadn’t been penetrated in ten years.
She pressed her body down against his hand, trying to take his finger deeper than it could go. She wanted more and she whimpered when she couldn’t get it.
She had her eyes closed so when he bent over her and ran his tongue over her she reacted like he had electrocuted her. She gasped, her eyes shot open, her hips came up off the bed, and she grabbed a fistful of sheets in one hand and a fistful of his hair in the other.
He kept licking her, his finger still inside of her, while she writhed and whimpered and groaned. The groans became grunts and she pushed against him, and then she shouted and her whole body shook.
Lillian had brought herself over the edge with her vibrator before but this was so much more. This was a flood of pleasure that took her and robbed her of words and coherent thought and left her moaning so loud she was sure they’d wake Wendy – except that she couldn’t quite get the thought in order so she couldn’t stop him or protest. All she could do was take what he was giving her and hold on as wave after wave swept over her.
When he did stop she was shaking. He grinned but all she could do was pant as she tried to catch her breath.
He took his cock in his hand and rubbed it against her, making her tremble again. “Will you let me?”
She wrapped her legs around his waist, drawing him closer. He pressed against her and slowly pushed inside of her. She was tight and wet and he groaned softy as he pushed deeper and deeper. She took all of him and they stayed there, perfectly still, for a long moment.
She licked her lower lip and nodded and he started moving his hips, keeping his movements gentle. He wasn’t afraid of hurting her he was afraid of his own desire overwhelming him and sending him over the edge before he was ready.
She had her arms spread wide and tangled in the sheets and she cut a fine figure, all soft feminine curves, her dark skin standing out in sharp contrast to the white sheets. Her hair was tightly braided but he didn’t miss the tousled look, he didn’t think it would suit her, but her eyes were bright and intense in the dark.
She started moving her hips to meet his, matching his easy rhythm. Just the fact that she wanted him as much as he wanted her turned him on and threatened to push him beyond the point of control. He breathed deep, trying to calm himself, but breathed in the scent of her and started moving a little quicker.
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back and he moved a little quicker. He thrust deeper with each stroke and when she made that contented noise in the back of her throat he lost control.
His cock filled her in a way that fingers and vibrators never could and then his seed filled her too and she moaned softly.
He collapsed beside her. “Please tell me this isn’t a onetime thing,” he whispered.
“I sure hope not,” she whispered back.
Chapter 7
After that first night there was a subtle change in the house, or maybe it was only in Lillian’s thinking. The ranch had always been his house, his home, and only her place of employment. But now that she was sharing his bed at least twice a week, and making out with him on the couch most other evenings, she accepted the fact that the ranch was becoming her home too.
She moved things around in the kitchen until the suited her, no longer afraid that her boss might not be able to find something. She started washing his underwear. He smiled more and talked to her honestly about how the ranch was doing. It was like playing house, except that they couldn’t openly kiss or hold hands because Wendy didn’t know.
One night after sex as they cuddled close he said, “Are you going to tell her?”
“Yes, I’ll tell her. You’re not a secret, I just … I just need it to be the right time. I don’t want to freak her out. She likes you and I don’t want that to change.”
“I can understand that.” He kissed her forehead and seemed to drop off to sleep. But Lillian lay awake a long time after that, her thoughts troubled by worries and fears.
“What do kids do for Halloween out here?” Lillian asked. “I mean, you can’t exactly go door-to-door, the next ranch house is a mile away!”
“We drive into town,” Gavin said. They were sitting on the couch together watching the sun set behind the horizon. “We all park down by the church and we go door-to-door, even to the stores. The ranch families set up with friends or out of the back of their truck in the parking lot. It’s a lot of fun. Is Wendy wanting to go?”
“She hasn’t mentioned it yet but she loved Halloween in the city. She might want to go back.”
“Halloween’s on a Friday. You could leave right after school.”
“I don’t know …”
“You’re not a slave, Lillian, I’m not keep
ing you tied to the house. She could go with all her old friends, and you haven’t seen Mrs. Jameson since you moved. If that’s what Wendy wants, go for it. I can find food while you’re gone.”
“Okay, I’ll ask her about it in the morning.”
He hugged her shoulders. “Are you coming up?”
She kissed him. “I want to, but I can’t.”
“Are you afraid of Wendy finding out?”
“No, but there’s really no point for a few days.”
He made a face but kissed her cheek. “At least you’re not throwing dishes at me. I’ll see you in the morning then. I’m going to catch up on some paperwork.”
“Are you behind on the paperwork because of me?”
“Yes.”
She laughed. “Okay, you go do paperwork. I’ll go pull something out of the freezer for supper tomorrow.”
“Would that something be chicken pot pie?”
“If I still have one.” She kissed him again. “Good night.”
It was starting to get cool in the city, cooler than out in Wheaton. It’s amazing what a few hours’ distance makes on the weather, Lillian thought as she waited for Wendy to come back down the driveway. They had been walking for over an hour already and Lillian was carrying a full bag of candy for Wendy. Wendy skipped down the driveway in her Monster High costume, beaming from ear-to-ear.
“Are you ready to go back to the apartment yet?” Lillian said.
Two other girls joined them. “No,” Wendy said. “We want to do more houses.”
“You have a ton of candy already,” Lillian said. The other girls lived at the apartment and Lillian had agreed to supervise all of them on their trick-or-treating. “And it’s getting late. Come on, we’ll head back down that side street, you haven’t looted them yet. And then straight back.”
“Yay!”
When Wendy was finally in bed Lillian sat with Mrs. Jameson enjoying a warming cup of tea. “Did you miss the city?” Mrs. Jameson said.
“Not really, but I think Wendy missed her friends.”
“How are your classes coming along?”
“I passed another one. I should be done by Christmas.”
“And then?”
“And then I get a job.”
“You have a job.”
“I’m a house keeper, that’s not exactly what I planned to spend the rest of my life doing.”
“So the rumors aren’t true?”
“Rumors?” Lillian’s voice was wary but inwardly she groaned.
“Julie has been writing me with some very interesting rumors about you and Gavin Asher. I don’t think you’re just the housekeeper any longer, dearie.”
“They’re rumors,” Lillian said. “They don’t mean anything.”
“And what’s the truth?”
“I don’t know. Are we sleeping together? Yeah. Is it love? I don’t know. It all sounds like a bad movie.”
“But most of those bad movies have happy endings.”
“Maybe my happy ending is a good job, a good apartment, and getting my daughter through college without her getting pregnant.”
“Maybe, or maybe your happy ending will be a surprise, even for you. I don’t know. But I will tell Julie to mind her own business. I don’t need that old busy body scaring you away from your happily ever after.”
“Julie is the only person in town who doesn’t hate me, I’m sure of it.”
“A lot of people will hate you when you’re sleeping with the town’s most eligible bachelor. Wendy doesn’t know?”
“I haven’t told her and she hasn’t said anything so I’m assuming she doesn’t know.”
“But you will tell her?”
“Yes, I’m just waiting for the right time. When we moved out there she said she didn’t want a new dad and I don’t want her to think I’m betraying her.”
“Don’t leave it too long, okay?”
“Okay.”
He was waiting at the top of the stairs wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Lillian laughed. “I know I said I was putting Wendy to bed but it could have been her coming up the stairs you know.”
“I’m willing to take that risk.” He kissed her. “I missed you, Lillian.”
His hard, bare chest beneath her hands excited her. “I missed you too.”
“You’re beautiful.” He nuzzled her neck and let his hands thoroughly caress her, rumpling her shirt in the process. “Come upstairs with me, I missed you.”
“You said that already,” she said, feeling breathless.
“Then why aren’t we upstairs having sex yet?”
“The kitchen …”
“Clean.”
“Doors …”
“Locked.” He nipped her ear. “I want you upstairs, in my bed, all night. Please, it’s hard sleeping without you.”
“At least you got a bed, I had a couch.”
He took her by the hand and she followed willingly up the stairs to his room. She took off her clothes but he stopped her before she took off her bra and panties.
“I thought you wanted me,” she said.
“I do, but we don’t have to rush. Come here and lie down.”
Her body was familiar to him already but no less exciting for it. She was wearing fancier underthings now, not that he cared what she wore he’d take her either way, but the swirls of lace were a treat. They hid just enough to make him want her and showed just enough to leave his mouth watering and his cock stiffening.
He ran his hand over the lace covering one perky breast and said, “I think you wear this stuff just to tease me.”
“And it makes me feel good,” she said. “I’m glad you like it though.”
“I like it a lot.” He kissed along the upper edge. “More than a lot. I’ll buy you all the sexy underwear you want.”
She was laughing but he didn’t care. He kept kissing her and kneading her breast lightly.
The sex had only gotten better this last month or so. He knew where she liked to be kissed and she knew where to drag her fingernails to make him groan. He knew that licking her ear made her shiver with delight and she knew that nibbling on his lower lip would make him chase her for kisses.
It was new and exciting every time still but with the familiarity of a lover who wanted to please you and knew how. And tonight was more exciting because of the night spent apart. They were excited and eager and their every touch and kiss betrayed that.
It was like being teenagers all over again. Every touch was a jolt of electricity that set their hearts pounding and their pulse racing.
They shed the last of their clothes and let their naked bodies rub against each.
He pulled her closer and she guided him between her legs. “I want you so bad,” he whispered. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”
He grabbed her hips and pulled her onto him. She was so wet that he slid in easily. They rolled so he was on top. He lifted her hips and started to move in her. He thrust against her until he was panting and his chest glistened with sweat. He cupped her breasts, massaging them and rolling the nipples between his fingers.
He pulled her up so she was sitting astride his lap and took her breast in his mouth. She moaned in his ear. When he released her breast he pulled her further onto him and held her tight.
She pushed him back and after a little fussing to untangle their legs she settled on him and rode him hard. She lifted herself high, nearly coming off his cock, before dropping her weight down again. Up and down, over and over, with her hands braced on his shoulders and her braid hanging over her shoulder.
When they came it was together and it left them both breathless and trembling. She fell over sideways, gasping for air. “Wow, that was great,” she said.
He managed a grunt of agreement and rolled away from her.
“Yeah,” she agreed, “I’m hot and sweaty too.” She snuggled up against him just long enough to kiss him and said, “Good night.”
Chapter 8
Thanksgiving dinner was ser
ved at the ranch house and according to Gavin it had made his mother very happy that they were keeping with family tradition and having a turkey in the dining room. “This is my first turkey,” Lillian admitted mid-afternoon as she basted the bird.
“It’s looking good,” Gavin offered. “I’ve got to head out and do the chores early today. My mom will be over any minute to help you with the prep work. Where’s Wendy?”
“I think she beat you out there.”
“She’s dedicated,” he said and stole a quick kiss. “I’ll be back in for dinner, I promise.” And then he was gone again.
The next time the door opened it was Courtney coming in with a steaming pot of potatoes. Lillian rushed over with a pot holder so Courtney could set the pot down. “Thanks! James will be over at the next commercial break, but he’ll head straight to the living room to watch the rest of the game.”
“How’s the home team doing?”
“From the sounds coming from my living room earlier today, not well. Maybe they’ll turn it around.”
“Oh, I hope so!”
“Are you a football fan?”
“Big time. I used to watch with my dad all the time. I’m a little out of touch now, couldn’t afford cable for years.”
“James is going to love you. Where’s the masher, I should get these potatoes going.”
“I’ll grab you anything you need as long as you’ll take a look at this turkey and tell me that I’m not ruining it.”
After dinner they all retired to the living room to watch the later game. The home team had lost but the perfect turkey, fluffy potatoes, and giant pumpkin pie served hot with a side of vanilla ice cream had soothed the pain of the loss. Lillian sat on the love seat with Wendy and though she wanted to pay attention to the game she kept getting distracted by Courtney and James.
They weren’t inappropriate, far from it, but their little motions of familiarity that hinted at a private intimacy made her heart ache. She’d watch James squeeze his wife’s hand as the quarterback ran down the field and then she’d glance at Gavin to find he was staring at her too, and then she’d look back at the TV.
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