“Cool.” Charlie liked to cook. “Just us?”
“Just us. And we’ll do pancakes from scratch.”
He beamed a smile bright enough to light up the whole house.
“Now bed. No coming down.”
“Got it.”
Jonny wondered what he had actually got.
“Are they all asleep?”
Jonny sat down next to Rayah on the sofa that had been used as a trampoline far too many times. He thought about her little house and how girly it was with just her living there and for a second he wondered what she thought about his place. Then he remembered who she’d grown up with. They’d talked about this and not just theoretically. The attraction was mutual, convenient; she understood his situation and he really wanted to know what was underneath her pyjamas. No one said this wasn’t complicated, but he couldn’t think of any reason not to.
“In bed, but not asleep, apart from Sadie. What do you want to watch?”
She looked at him as if he had just offered her worms to lick.
“Film? Or I have Netflix.”
“How likely are they to come down?”
“They won’t.”
Rayah moved off the sofa and slipped off the oversized cardigan she’d been wearing as a dressing gown, leaving her in just the pyjamas he’d bought her for Christmas. He had no idea why he’d ever thought the bits of lace from expensive underwear shops were sexier than what she had on. But maybe it was her. She straddled him, pressing her hips close to his.
“Don’t you want to find out what I’ve gotten on under here?”
“Don’t you want me to take you out to a posh restaurant first?”
She laughed quietly, her fingers undoing two of the pressed studs that had teased him whenever he’d caught site of her top.
“You did that for lunch. And you cooked cheesy pasta. My favourite was the chocolate sauce though.”
“If you tell me now that you like licking it off things, I’ll know you’ve been watching porn.”
She laughed, making her tits jiggle, which meant his hands had to go there to help her out.
“The kids might come down so nothing too heavy unless we find a lockable room.” His words were pointless; he knew she understood it. He just hoped he did too. He felt her nipples harden under his touch. Undoing the rest of the fasteners and seeing how she looked was all he could think about now, that and sinking his lips over her nipples, finding out if she was sensitive there, sucking and teasing.
Her hands went over his and guided his fingers to where the edges of the material met, slowing pulling the top open as if she could read his mind.
“Should we go somewhere else? The guest room?”
“Probably.” He wasn’t moving yet. There was no blood in his brain available to control rational thought.
Rayah Maynard, feisty school teacher and the girl he’d spent most of his youth rescuing was straddling his lap with her breasts exposed. He was about to make sure that the only name she knew was his and he wasn’t sure why he hadn’t already done this. Slowly he moved his hands to cup her tits, feeling their weight. He watched her face, saw her looking down at what he was doing, heard her moan quietly as his thumbs brushed over her nipples, gently, feeling her reaction, noting how her hips rocked, wanting friction where it was most needed.
“Do you like having your pussy tasted?” He kept his voice as quiet as he could even though the TV had deviated to whatever talk show was on.
“It depends if the person doing it is any good. Are you any good?”
He pinched her nipples. Her shoulders dropped back and she used her hand to steady herself, grabbing onto the sofa.
“If you behave yourself I might give you a chance to find out.” Jonny dipped his head and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking gently and then hard, playing with the other. Rayah’s hands were gripping onto his hair. He figured her tits were sensitive.
He switched to the other, nipped and moved his hand down to the elasticated waist of the pyjama bottoms.
