Again, I break the kiss. “Not that I don’t want to.” She opens her lips, looking to question this, but I press on. “Apart from us potentially knocking the trailer off its moorings, I don’t have any protection with me.”
I’m not sure which of my various statements has color flooding her face, her eyes no longer alight with laughter. Her response to this is a shopping list of, “It’ll be fine, I can’t… I mean. My cycle… um… Yeah, it’ll be okay.”
Her laughter after this checklist has a forced quality to it that has me looking at her more closely. For all the good it does, with her emotions now firmly tamped down.
“Hey, I didn’t say we couldn’t have fun.”
I emphasize this when I snake my hand under the bib of her overalls, eager to see what’s hiding behind the shapeless garment.
I’m not disappointed, and neither will Lily be by the time I’ve finished with her.
SEVEN
LILY
To ignore the bed base digging into my ass, I focus on Tyler’s hand as it cups one of my breasts. It’s not enough. I want to be closer to him. So much closer.
I arch my back in silent invitation, jamming my breast against his large hand, and am met with muffled laughter. There’s nothing funny about his next move, with him unbuckling the front bib of my overalls with a mere flick of his wrist.
I’m only aware he’s folded it down when he stops kissing. And then it’s only so he can lower his mouth and bite first one nipple, and then the other, through the lace of my bra.
Even with the temperature in the trailer being well into the eighties, his mouth is hot by comparison. Despite that, it’s not enough, and I fumble with the front closing of my bra, desperate to remove this last barrier between us.
Tyler, realizing what I’m up to takes over, swiping the lacy fabric to the sides, before he stills. Rather than keep biting my nipples, he instead stares at my breasts, desire darkening his eyes. “So beautiful.”
Now I don’t know which breast to focus on, although Tyler appears to be having no trouble. While he lazily rolls the nipple of one, he alternately tongues and bites the other. It’s almost too much, although when he pulls back and staggers to his feet, I’m bereft.
But not for long, with him grabbing the bottom of my overalls. Soon enough, he tugs on them, with me lifting my hips clear of the bed to make their removal easier. It’s then I remember my granny panties, covering my face with my hands to hide my embarrassment.
Tyler’s bark of laughter is loud in the confined space. “They’re sensible, I’ll give them that.” It’s a relief when he follows this up by yanking them free and dropping them next to my overalls. I’d rather be stark-naked than have a man as hot as Tyler looking at me wearing a pair of 10-pack bargain-bin panties. Beige doesn’t look good on anyone, especially someone who’s also beige.
But the disrobing doesn’t finish there, with Tyler ripping his t-shirt over his head and tossing it on the floor. His boots and jeans follow, leaving him back down to those satin boxers. However, that’s as far as he goes, confirming he’s sticking to his decision not to take things too far.
It’s a decision I hope to reverse, and soon. For once in my life, I want to experience making love purely for the physical joy, and without the pressure of conceiving.
And despite Tyler effectively being a stranger, part of me knows that making love with him will be fun. I usually wouldn’t move this fast, but I figure he’s received the Alice and Dot stamp of approval. Despite his bad boy image, their liking him says he’s a nice guy who I can trust.
It’s something I probably should have noted in the past with Nanna Dot, never a fan of Mitchell, and vice versa. It didn’t help that her old lady asides as to his character were all too often audible.
As Tyler kneels on the bed next to me, the trailer wobbles wildly, a movement I hope my tummy doesn’t replicate. Maybe I should have gotten the liposuction Mitchell had always pushed for?
I’ve barely finished kicking myself for not going ahead when Tyler splays his hand across my stomach. “Damn, but I love a belly on a woman.” To my mortification, he squeezes it and I freeze.
“Oh, sorry, you don’t like that?”
Unsure if he’s talking about my belly, or him squeezing it, I slowly shake my head in answer. For me, there’s shame in admitting to someone else that you hate a part of yourself. And anyway, my throat is too tight to respond in words.
“I’ll try not to squeeze it again, but I’ll make no promises. It’s too damn tempting.” Instead of an apology, he dips his head and drops a kiss on my unloved tummy. It’s when he repeats the gesture that I understand he genuinely likes it, and the grip on my throat releases.
Only after swallowing and clearing my throat am I able to speak. “Are you sure you need to leave those on?” I wave a hand wildly at his black boxers as if to clarify, even though it’s unnecessary. The only other thing covering him are those gorgeous multi-colored tattoos that snake from shoulder to wrist.
“It’s probably best. I know you say you can’t, ah hem, that you… But, yeah, for now, I’ll leave them on.” He then softens his rejection, by adding, “But trust me, next time I’ll be better prepared.”
With the words ‘next time’ ricocheting around my skull, I’m taken by surprise when he runs his thumb through my cleft. My body is quick to respond, though, with my hips jerking without conscious thought.
“Like that, do you?”
In response to my jerky nod, Tyler runs his thumb across his tongue before getting back to it, slower this time, with more pressure. It’s when he shuffles down the bed and splays my legs wide that my body truly comes alive.
