Mitchell would never…
The moment Tyler’s fiery mouth covers me, it incinerates all thoughts of my ex-husband. My entire focus is now on that one point of me being lavished with attention. Sucked, nibbled, licked, and combinations thereof, all of them driving me wild, my body tensing in readiness.
I’m on the very edge of oblivion when Tyler slides one, and then two, of his fingers deep inside me. In and out, slowly at first, and then faster and faster, with my muscles clenching against them in hopes of, of… I don’t know.
Eventually, I decide I don’t care. As lost as I am, I take a second to realize the keening I can hear is my own, with it filling the small space as Tyler’s fingers stretch me wide.
Of course, it’s at this point that the struts under our end of the trailer decide they want in on the action, with them giving way in spectacular fashion. It’s something that has his mouth mashed hard against my clit, and that too is okay.
It’s more than okay when the rocking of the trailer in concert with his tongue swirling around my clit, and his fingers plunging in and out of me, proves too much. As much as my body surrenders, so do I, for once, forgetting about conceiving, simply feeling, experiencing and living for the moment.
Why, if it was so perfect, do I want to cry?
Tears because it was so freaking wonderful?
Or would they be tears for all the times with Mitchell when it had been more to do with timing, temperature, and hormones, than anything approaching satisfaction, or indeed, love.
Had all those years of desperately trying to conceive blinded me to how beautiful making love could truly be? While I whisper ‘yes’ to myself, Tyler still looks to have heard me, his brow scrunching in response.
TYLER
Lily shattering beneath my mouth like she had would be almost as good as my being buried is her slick depths. Almost being the sticking point. Usually by now, I’d be all for snuggling, but the piece of ply we’re stretched out on doesn’t support this.
There’s also the minor issue of the struts under the trailer having given out at the exact point Lily peaked. For a start, I’d thought her shrieks were in alarm, but they’d soon morphed into drawn-out moans that were a match for my own.
Damn it, I’m so close to losing it, to forgetting everything, getting rid of my boxers and burying myself as deep as I can go. But I can’t, I’ve got responsibilities enough, without adding to them.
Lily wouldn’t be the first woman to say she was safe when she wasn’t. And as much as I’d love to give Zoe the little sister she so often asks for, that’s not happening just yet.
I’m careful when I stand, for all the good it does, with the trailer acting like a damned fairground ride. “It might be better if we get dressed outside.” To get dressed with the trailer moving around like this would be to risk smashing into something.
If it was anything but an Airstream, this wouldn’t bother me too much, but they built these things solid. It’s for this reason that I bend over carefully and grab all our clothes off the floor.
“Stand up and hang on to me. It’ll be safer if we get out of here as one.” It’s looking down at Lily spread out on the thin counterpane that brings it home to me just how attractive I find her.
As cheesy as it sounds, there’s something earth goddess about Lily with her lavish curves, milky white skin and long, dark hair. She’s a polar opposite of Jade in that department.
However, if you were to put her next to Zoe, they could be mistaken for mother and daughter, with Zoe taking after my side of the family.
As instructed, Lily inches her way across the bed and gets slowly to her feet, her hands all over me as she fights to keep her balance. As if joined at the hip, we slowly inch our way along the narrow aisle to the point we’re above the wheels and the trailer levels out again.
I don’t breathe properly until we’re safely on the ground next to the trailer. Thank goodness for all the citrus trees and climbers hiding us from the neighbors. It gives me a good idea, though.
Making love to Lily on a blanket in the dappled sunlight appeals on a lot of levels, least of all being that we’d be on firm ground. Despite our general concealment, Lily is still quick to dress, even keeping her back to me.
“Damn it, woman, but you’ve got a fine ass!” When I follow this up by squeezing her peachy cheeks, she squawks in alarm and pulls away. “Relax, would you? No-one can see us here.” I snake my hands around and rest them on her tummy, my head dropping so I can kiss her on the side of the neck.
It’s a maneuver that sees me with a mouthful of silky hair. “If you head into town and grab a mattress of some sort, I can fix the struts. There’s no way you can sleep in here tonight without either of those being fixed.”
By the way she whirls around, I can see she hasn’t thought of either of these points. “Oh, you’re right. There isn’t a chance I’m moving back to that motel.” She’s already taken a couple of steps toward her car when she stops. “But what size shall I get?”
I step over to join her, pulling her in for a tight kiss. “You wait right here. I’ll be back in a second.” I’m soon on my way to my truck to grab my laser measurer. Honestly, with Lily, I should carry it at all times.
I make quick work of collecting it, and then measuring the space, yelling the measurements out to Lily rather than her join me in the trailer. There’ll be plenty of time for that.
The size of the mattress punched into her phone, and she’s ready to leave again. I’m not finished with her shopping list. Not yet. This has me pulling her in for another brief kiss. “Now, if you were to get some condoms while you’re in town, we could road test the mattress when you get back.”
Her face floods with color, and there’s a distinct hitch in her breathing. Her words, when she stutters, “what size?” have a breathy quality to them.
