Page 8 of Tides and Tidings

I spun on my heel to face him, a genuine look of shock on my face.

“What?” He motioned towards the chicken I was breading, “I was talking about the chicken breasts…obviously.”

“Of course you were.” I turned back to my breading station when I had a thought. “Hey, Charlie,” I lifted his oversized T-shirt I was wearing and flashed him. Something I could never have done if Wren had been home.

“Oh my.” He made grabby hands.

Maybe it was the wine or the ability to be goofy without a kid around, but I was letting go of any inhibitions I had.

“Turn the stove off,” I demanded.

Charlie

“What?” I was confused. Have I died and gone to heaven? Is this what could happen if I pawned Wren off on my parents more often?

“I said to turn off the stove, Charlie.”

I wasn’t moving quickly enough because she closed the gap between us, reached around and turned off the stove.

“The water was boiling. I thought you were hungry.” I tried to reason with her despite every ounce of blood draining from my head.

“I’m hungry for something else.” Her eyes were dark with desire, and she pulled my shirt over her head, standing in front of me in nothing but a black lace thong. I’m unsure if it was the neck kiss or the wine coursing through her body, but I was more than down.

I lifted her, “Let’s go to bed.” I muttered between hungry kisses.

“No, let’s do it right here.”

I pulled away from her, “In the kitchen?”

She nodded, “Is there something wrong with that?”

“Fuuuck no.” We were never this spontaneous, and I’ve never been more turned on.

I placed her on the counter and spread her legs wide. Blythe leaned on her elbows, propping herself up to be able to see what I was doing. Hooking my fingers around the thin band of fabric hugging her narrow waist, I slowly pulled the thong down and chucked it across the room. Blythe was staring into my soul, begging me to do her favorite thing and I was about to oblige happily.

I slipped out of my T-shirt, leaving my gray sweatpants in place. I gripped the countertop and placed a trail of kisses painstakingly slow down her body and she responded accordingly. A small moan escaped her mouth as I slid a finger deep into her.

“You’re so wet.”

“You know what I want,” she muttered breathlessly.

“What would you like?”

“I need you inside of me.”

“Patience, my love. You teased me all afternoon by just wearing a T-shirt. Let me have my fun with you.”

I rubbed her clit with my thumb to make sure it was nice and sensitive for what I was going to do to her. I lowered my head and found the Promised Land. I swirled my tongue around her clit in the little circles that I know drive her crazy. Still keeping my rhythm, I glanced up to see Blythe’s head thrown back in ecstasy.

“Is this okay?” I questioned, proud of the job I was doing.

“You don’t even have to ask.”

I dipped my tongue deep inside her wet slit. “You taste so good, baby.”

A diabolical grin spread across her face, “Wanna share?”

I’m not sure how it was possible, but I got even harder. “Do you want a taste of your perfect pussy?”