“Sit closer to us, Sister Lovie,” Dani says. “There, by Papá.” He points at the seat next to me. If the kid’s playing matchmaker, I’m going to kick his ass. Nikki perches at the edge and nervously reaches into her popcorn tub. It’s like sitting next to a pecking bird.
“Relax,” I say as the lights dim. She settles back into her chair, but I can feel her eyes on me. I reach for the oversized soda Dani is handing to me. I’ve set the place up so it’s exactly like a regular movie theater. Popcorn machine on one side, soda fountain on the other. My lifestyle doesn’t allow such freedoms, but I’m damned if I won’t give my kid some semblance of normality.
Within minutes, the bright images are flitting across the screen. Dani and I are chuckling at all the regular points. It’s strange to me that we can laugh at the same fucking things every time, no matter how many times we watch this thing. Though I know it has nothing to do with the story unfolding. It’s the lightness he brings into my world.
He’s quieter tonight, though, and I can sense that he’s tired. I’m pleased. A day of playing is exactly what he needs. Barely halfway into the film, his head drops against my shoulder, and his breathing has deepened.
“Is he…asleep?” Nikki whispers from the other side of me. I nod, silently standing and scooping him into my arms.
“I’ll take him to bed,” I say. “No sense in sitting through the rest of this.” I don’t wait for her reply. I hold him close and leave the room.
Half an hour’s absence is enough to have my blood roiling as I think of her heading back to her own room. This time, when I step through the doorway, she’s stretched out on her bed, holding a book. She’s in another of those fucking awful sleepshirts, and it makes my jaw clench.
“What the fuck is this?” I demand as I stare down at her from the bottom of the bed. All semblance of camaraderie has evaporated as I contemplate spending some time alone with her. Doing all the many things I’ve been dreaming of doing.
“Just a book,” she says, holding the thing up. Some sort of chick read. I scowl. That’s not what I was talking about, and she knows it. She’s taunting me.
Minx.
I reach down suddenly and grab both her ankles, yanking her to the end of the bed. She shrieks and drops her book, grasping at the bedclothes. The gesture is useless. I already have her where I want her. And once again, I’m shredding fabric as I rip the buttons from the front of her nightdress to expose her heaving breasts beneath it.
“I told you that you will sleep naked,” I say, injecting ice into my voice.
“I was worried…about Dani,” she says hoarsely.
“He sleeps at 8.30,” I tell her. “Every minute from then until he wakes at 7 a.m., you are mine. Do you understand?”
She gives a slow nod. “I’m sorry,” she says softly.
“Spread your legs,” I tell her. When she hesitates, I grasp her knees and push them wide. The view between them is tantalizing. Pink folds unfurl past trimmed golden curls. I reach a hand down and slide a fingertip into the folds. She turns her head to the side, staring grimly at the top of the bed. I swat her flank, and her eyes shoot wide.
“Look at me,” I tell her. Her cheeks flush as she stares up at me. I press against her slit, and my finger slides in easily. She’s already growing wet, and in a moment, my finger is making slick sounds as I pump it in. I add another, then circle my thumb over her clit. It makes her clamp her thighs shut around my arm. I slap her ass again. “Keep them open,” I say. Immediately she drops them as far apart as she can spread them. I aim a dark smile at her.
“Good girl,” I exhale. Now I have a view from the top of her mound to her asshole. And I intend to explore every inch of her. But for now, I focus on the slick hole that has begun to gape hungrily. I thrust my fingers in again and pump them in and out, twisting and parting them to spread her wide.
“You have a beautiful cunt,” I murmur as I watch my fingers slip in smoothly. Nikki’s lashes flicker down, but she works to keep her eyes on my face. I’ll slap her ass if she doesn’t, though I suspect that she may enjoy that.
My palm is glistening with her juices, and she’s beginning to move her hips in time with my motions. I pump harder, using my other hand to work her clit. Her cheeks are flushed, and her bottom lip is caught between her teeth. From the tightening around my fingers and the furrow between her brows, I can tell she’s moving toward a climax. I ease off till her breathing eases and then I start again.
When her thigh muscles begin to shake, I realize she’s fighting to stop herself from clamping them again. I slide a third finger in, and she groans low in her throat. Her pussy’s crammed full, and now every small movement I make has her gasping tiny pleading sounds and writhing. She’ll come on my hand at this rate, and that’s not what I’d planned. I pull my fingers out, and she whimpers, but not for long. I tug down my shorts and reveal the throbbing hardon I’ve been sporting pretty much since I got home.
I slip my hands beneath her knees, haul her hips up off the bed and press my cockhead against her slit. She’s breathing heavily and presses up at me. For all the blushing and nervous eye contact, she’s as hungry for me as I am for her. I thrust in to the hilt, and she cries out. It won’t take long to get her off this way, either. Though I won’t be far behind. I have her angled from my hips down to her shoulder blades on the bed. Her tits are jiggling with each hard thrust. She fists the bedclothes and cries out each time I hit home. Now the clenching I’d felt around my fingers is clamping around my cock.
“Jesus, you’re tight as fuck,” I groan out past my teeth. I’ve been waiting for this moment all day, but I pause. “Did you do as I told you?” I ask, grinding down and pressing in deep.
Her eyes are wide, her cheeks flushed in a wave that sweeps down to her tits.
“What?”
“Contraception,” I say, trying not to grind my teeth as I hold back. “Loop, cup…whatever the fuck you women use these days,” I grit out. I’m not going to last long.
Her head moves slightly from side to side. “Um…I needed an appointment first. I couldn’t see anyone today, and I—”
I pull out of her as roughly as I’d shoved in. She lets out a sharp cry, trying to wrap her thighs around me. Her hips ride forward as she seeks her release. But I unload myself in hot spurts into my tightly curled fist. She whimpers as I lean down, then run cum-slick fingers over her mouth.
“Don’t make me wait,” I say darkly. Nikki’s lips are moistly parted, her eyes slightly glazed. I move away, and she arches toward me as I run my hand along her cunt and into the crevice between her thighs. “There are other places that I can fill with cum if your pussy isn’t ready for me. And I’m not talking about your mouth, Nikki Love.”
She sucks in a breath.
