“How will this work?” she asked.
In my mind, we’d all move in together, and I’d provide for the family we were meant to be. The family my dad almost denied me. But I didn’t say any of that.
Instead, I said, “Don’t worry about that. It will.”
Without any more words or plans, we kissed, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths, my palm running the length of her back.
Bexley stalled the kiss. “It’s okay if you have to leave and head home to the kids.”
“No, Denise is there. I told her I’d be home in the morning.”
Tilting her head back, Bexley said, “So, that’s the way it is? You were that cocky?”
“Maybe,” I said on a wink, then murmured in her ear, “Aston Prescott.”
“Stop,” she said, pretending to protest with a smile on her face.
“You know you like it. It turns you on,” I said softly, my lips tickling along her earlobe.
“It does.” She ran her hands down my arms, staring at me.
“Can we go to bed?” I asked, more than hopeful.
Bexley nodded and took my hand, her glass of wine forgotten on the counter. I turned off the light and followed her.
Inside her bedroom, she held up a hand. “Let me check on everyone first.”
By the time she was back, I was naked and in her bed.
“Everyone is out,” she said, pulling her shirt over her head, revealing a lacy black bra.
“Come here. Let me do that,” I demanded, my gaze never leaving hers.
She obeyed, and straddled me on the bed, putting a little pressure just where she needed it.
“Oh God.” She moaned and her head fell back, allowing me access to the front clasp of her bra.
Once I quickly unfastened it, the straps fell down her arms, her breasts coming loose of the cups. I leaned forward, taking one nipple in my mouth, the other between my index finger and thumb. She continued to moan, her hair spilling down her back, the prettiest sight I’d ever seen.
“Let’s get you out of those clothes,” I said, pulling free of the covers and shoving down her shorts.
She rolled to the side, landing with her head on the pillow, and I tugged her panties and socks the rest of the way off, settling right where I’d dreamed of being, my mouth at her core. I felt the heat coming through her panties, and decided to get rid of them too.
“Just relax,” I told her, and she listened a second time, her head pressing back into the pillow.
My tongue ran its way over her heat, up and down, finally finding the place where she was most sensitive. I took my time, gentle licks and nips, driving her wild, until she begged, “Please.” Only then did I pick up speed and give her the release she wanted. I dragged out every moan, savoring each taste and sound, until Bexley was wrung out underneath me.
After climbing my way back up her body, I fused my mouth to hers. She’d never minded tasting herself on me, and it was good to see things hadn’t changed.
“Want you inside me,” she said, “but I also want you in my mouth.”
“We have plenty of time to fool around later. Right now, I want to be deep inside you.”
When I started to get up, she asked, “Where are you going?”
“Condom.”
She shook her head. “We don’t need it.”
