“Guess,” Jordie shoots back.
“Um, I don’t know. Lorraine danced the macarena with Mom’s gardener?”
She looks back over her shoulder at me with a frown. “No, that’s dumb. Why would you even say that?”
I shrug. “You told me to guess.”
Jordie rolls her eyes and leans her ass against the counter, throwing the dish towel over her shoulder. “No, Lorraine’s niece showed up.”
“What? I didn’t even know Lorraine had a niece. She’s been with me five years, and she’s never mentioned any family besides her kids and… ohhh, wait.” My mind whirls. “She has a sister she’s estranged from.”
My girlfriend nods. “Bingo. Except she doesn’t have a sister anymore. She passed away.”
“Damn, that’s got to be hard. Not being in contact with a family member and then finding out they’re dead.”
Jordie’s lips turn down. “Yeah, it’s sad. Lorraine told me the rift was over who got their mother’s wedding ring when she died. It wasn’t specified in the will, so the sisters decided to draw straws. When Lorraine won, the sister stormed out and said she wanted nothing to do with her anymore.”
“That’s harsh.”
“Lorraine feels really bad about it now and never thought it would go on so long. She wears the ring every day though. It’s the one on that chain around her neck.” Jordie waves her hand. “Anyway, the niece saw Lorraine’s post on Facebook about her upcoming surgery and decided to reach out. Her name is Mindy, and apparently they were really close when Mindy was a little girl.”
I cross my arms over my chest. “Are we sure she’s really Lorraine’s niece? Forgive me if I’m a little leery of family members popping up from the past right now.”
Jordie chuckles. “Yes, Lorraine recognized her. They’ve spoken on the phone a few times, but Mindy wanted to come check on her in person. She even brought some old photo albums for Lorraine to keep. She seems really nice and has the most gorgeous red hair.”
I step toward her and pull her ponytail. “I personally prefer blondes.”
“You better, mister. What are the plans for tonight?”
“Well, Reece and I usually watch a movie and eat too much junk food on New Year’s Eve.” I cringe. “That probably sounds really boring. Maybe I can see if?—”
She presses a finger over my lips and shushes me. “A relaxing night in with you and Reece sounds perfect. Going out would entail me putting on a bra and shoes, and I don’t want to.”
“Reece always insists she’s going to stay up and watch the ball drop, but she generally passes out a little after ten, so I carry her up to bed.”
Jordie looks horrified. “And you just spend New Year’s Eve alone?”
“It’s fine. Sometimes Helix comes over, but I’m sure he’s spending his time with Nicolette this year.” I wrap my hand around Jordie’s ponytail and tug her head back. “Now I have my own pretty little firework to keep me company.”
She grins up at me. “Lucky bastard.”
I couldn’t agree more.
I wake up on New Year’s Day snuggled against my woman’s back. We’re both naked, and my dick is feeling pretty peppy this morning.
My mind goes back to the night I got home from Florida and found Jordie naked on my bed. And the conversation where she said she wanted to learn more plays for her sex playbook.
“We didn’t discuss spankings, blow jobs, doggy style, bondage, anal, rough sex, reverse cowgirl, against a wall, among others. I feel completely inept as a sexual being. And there’s something else. I read it in one of my sister’s romance books.”
We’ve tried pretty much all of the things she mentioned… except for thesomething elseI coaxed out of her. She was worried that little fantasy would make me uncomfortable, but it doesn’t. Not since I know she’s consented to it.
My cock is of the mind that there’s no time like the present, and Islide it between Jordie’s legs. She’s still sleeping soundly, and I move my hips gently, letting my shaft ease back and forth between the lips of her sex, stimulating her until she’s dripping all over me.
I rest on my elbow and watch her face as I enter her slowly, careful not to wake her. Because this is Jordie’s fantasy… to wake up during the act of being fucked.
It requires a lot of trust in your partner, and I feel like the luckiest man in the world that she feels that way about me. That she knows I’ll take care of her while she’s asleep and at her most vulnerable.
She’s lying with her head on my bicep, and I use my other hand to cup her breast softly, with care to not wake her. Her nipple hardens against my palm, and I pinch lightly at it. A gush of arousal floods my dick, and I give one slow stroke in and out of her.
