“That’s what I’m thinking,” I agree. “What about you? How are the books and the wedding planning coming along?” I come out and model my dress for Lisa, spinning to show her every angle.
“I love it,” Lisa exclaims. “The books are good. The first one is being illustrated now, and the second one is in editing.”
“I still can’t believe you’re finally getting published. You’ve been working on this for so long.”
“Yeah, it’s still a little surreal. I was starting to think it would never happen.” Lisa’s excited voice floats over the wall.
“I always knew it would. I just didn’t think things would happen so fast once you got some traction. I mean, you have two books in process already, and you just started talking to the publisher, what, two months ago?” We both step outside to admire each other’s dresses.
“About that, yes. It’s happening so fast.”
“And you’re getting married to boot! I’m so happy for you.” I hug her. “Try the next one.” I nod toward the last dress she picked, with the full skirt. She slips back into the changing room.
“Yeah, everything sort of came together at once,” she calls over the door. “It’s crazy. My life is totally different now. New career, new fiancé, new house.”
“How do you like living in Evergreen? It must be beautiful,” I say wistfully.
“It is, but it’s strange to be so far outside of Denver. I’m used to walking to everything, and now my nearest neighbor is almost a quarter mile away. And I miss being close to you and Sawyer.”
“But you don’t have any plans to leave Evergreen?” I suddenly have doubts about the arbor we’re building, because it’s designed to match the landscape of the Evergreen house.
“No, I don’t think so. The solitude isn’t bad, just different. If I had to commute into Denver every day, it might be a different story, but Chris set me up with an office that has a view of the mountains, and I’m kind of enjoying that workspace.”
I breathe a sigh of relief as Lisa comes out in the dress with the full skirt. “That really is lovely. But try the other one, too. I think it might show your figure better.” She goes back into the dressing room while I admire the eggplant dress I’m wearing. It does flatter my skin tone, and the empire waist is more flattering than I expected given that I’m not what you’d call statuesque. And it fits my chest nicely, making my breasts look full but not enormous. I like it. I wonder what Anthony would think, which makes me wonder what he would look like in a suit, which gives me butterflies.
Lisa comes out of the dressing room in the ivory slip dress. “Oh my,” I gasp. “That fits like it was made for you.”
“Do you think?” She twirls around, the bottom of the dress swinging around her ankles. “I do like it, but is it too plain for a wedding dress?”
“I think the word you’re looking for is classy.”
“It is a little more my style than the other one.” She chews on her lip.
“This is definitely the one you should get.”
“I think that’s the dress for you, too,” she says, pointing at me.
“What about your other bridesmaids? Don’t you want their input?”
“Not about the color. I think that will look good against the green of the mountains. And I think that style might work for everyone.”
“I am your shortest bridesmaid, right?” I ask.
“I’d hardly call you short, but yeah, everyone is pretty tall.”
“Then I think this we’ve found our dresses.” I squeeze Lisa’s hands as we jump up and down excitedly. She’s getting married, and I have a guy friend. Life has definitely thrown us both a fantastic curve.
***
I’m alone in the house for the first time since the project started. Wes and his crew are out of town, and while I miss the hum of activity that comes with the crew, it’s nice to work without interruption. One of the things I like best about home improvements is getting immersed in the project, and when I’m by myself, I can concentrate on bringing the images in my head to life.
I’m focused on the master bathroom. Wes and his friends had laid tile on the floor and completed the tile surround in the bathtub before they left, but the vanity still needs to be installed. I picked one that came with a sink built into the solid-surface countertop, so all that needs to be done is to install the faucet and secure it to the wall. I’m not a plumber, but I can connect the water hoses and attach the faucet to the countertop, and if I can finish this today, then the master bath will be complete.
Anthony finds me in the bathroom as I’m finishing up. I’m not sure how long he stood there staring at my ass while I worked, but I catch his eyes in the mirror when I stand up, and the heat in them has my body primed in an instant. We’ve barely seen each other since our hike last Saturday, and he’s clearly as pent up as I am. But today, with both our kids out of town for the week, we’re finally alone.
He steps behind me and places his hands on my hips, bracing me against his body while he plants a kiss at the base of my ear, another at the base of my neck. He rocks his hips forward. I feel the telltale bulge pressing into my back and sigh, leaning my head against his chest so he has more room to nuzzle my neck.
“I’ve been wanting to touch you like this for over a week,” he growls. “It was so hard to walk past you every day without pulling you into a dark corner and having my way with you.”
“I wanted that, too,” I breathe, reaching behind me to run my fingers through his hair.
“I want to see you,” he says, lifting my shirt over my head and exposing the lacy pink bra that cradles my breasts. His eyes lock on mine in the mirror as he traces his fingers along the swell where the cups meet my skin. I watch his fingers brush over the lace covering my hardened nipples and gasp as he strokes them, again and again. My nipples throb with a desire I feel all the way to my core.
“I want to touch you,” he whispers against my neck, pulling the cups down to free my breasts. His large hands cup me as he tenderly pinches my nipples, pulling them briefly taut before releasing them and squeezing my breasts, gently but firmly. He repeats the pattern again and again, and I give a throaty sigh as I watch my breasts swell under his hands. I have full, round breasts, but they grow fuller with his touch, and as I watch him mold me to his liking in the mirror, I can feel myself getting wetter.
I’ve never watched myself getting aroused, have never seen my expression while a man was fondling me, and while I thought I was attractive, I wouldn’t have called myself sexy. But with my cheeks flushed and my lips parted in desire, for a fleeting moment I feel as wanton as a woman in a romance novel. I watch my chest heaving in pleasure under Anthony’s touch, and I feel the ache of need between my legs stretch into my womb.
“I want to touch you, too,” I breathe, grasping behind me for the erection I feel pressing into my back. I find my mark and squeeze and am rewarded with a guttural moan that makes me quiver between my legs. Knowing that I have the power to elicit such a sound from Anthony is a heady aphrodisiac, and it makes me want to explore further, to see what levels of pleasure I can take him to. I fumble for the button on his shorts and tug it loose, letting them drop to the floor. His bare cock presses into my back, and a wave of pleasure races through me as I realize how much he desires me. I close him in my fist and squeeze, drawing out another moan.
“Take your pants off,” he grunts. “Panties, too.”
“My hands are full,” I protest as I stroke him.
“So are mine,” he replies, pinching my nipples to remind me just what his hands are doing. I don’t want to give in, but my craving is becoming unbearable. I release his cock and undo my pants, shoving them to my knees so I can step out of them.
“Panties, too,” he growls. “I want you to watch me touch you.”
I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my matching pink panties and push them off my hips. They fall silently to the floor, leaving me fully exposed. Anthony teases his fingers over my smooth
lips, his feather touch so soft I’m not sure if it’s his fingers I feel or the electricity that pulses between us.
I have never been so aroused. I love the way Anthony takes control, telling me what to do and what he wants to do to me. It’s not commanding, just confident, and it’s endlessly erotic.
“Spread your legs,” he breathes into my neck. I brace my hands on his legs and take a small step sideways. The head of his cock pokes between my legs. “Close them,” he says, and I step back into place, sandwiching his cock between my thighs. Anthony sighs deeply then parts me and delicately strokes my swollen clit. The rush of pleasure is almost painful in its intensity, that slight caress nearly putting me over the edge. I close my eyes and moan, leaning my head back into his chest. “Watch,” he demands firmly. I open my eyes and follow his finger as it skirts over the surface of my clit. He barely touches me, but the friction is so delicious I nearly melt. It takes every ounce of my control not to close my eyes and give in to the release I desperately need, but what he’s doing to me is so blissful I don’t want it to end.
With my lips spread apart, I watch as Anthony slips a finger inside and strokes once, twice, before moving back to my swollen clit and sliding his slick finger back and forth. He pinches me gently before dipping his finger between my legs, using my own desire to drive me toward release. “Oh God, yes,” I moan.
“You like that?”
“I love that,” I pant. “Don’t stop.”
I’ve felt a man’s fingers on me before, felt them inside me, but I’ve never really seen what they see. Standing in front of the mirror watching Anthony’s finger disappear inside me and come out glistening is hot. Watching him roll my swollen clit between his fingers is even hotter. But standing there, watching myself brought to the brink of climax, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced.
I never imagined sex like this, certainly never expected it from Anthony knowing how hesitant he was to get involved, but when it comes to sex, he isn’t inhibited in any way, which makes me less inhibited. And as it turns out, I love uninhibited sex.
“I want to watch you come,” Anthony rumbles. “And I want you to watch me watch you.” He takes my hands from his thighs and places them between my legs, urging me to hold my lips open so we can see every movement he makes. He returns one hand to my breasts while the other continues stroking between my legs, slicking my clit with my own need. “Watch,” he whispers, locking eyes with me in the mirror as his hands roam over my body.
Dip. Stroke. Pinch. Repeat. “Yes. Yes.” I watch as Anthony’s fingers move over my skin then find his eyes in the mirror and nearly come as I register the lust in his stare. The lust we both feel. I’m overwhelmed. My body hums on the verge of climax, and he isn’t even inside me. With one hand fondling my breast, one teasing between my legs, and his cock trapped between my thighs, I have never been so aroused.
I desperately want to give Anthony the same pleasure he’s giving me, but when I try to shift my weight to take him inside me, he holds me firmly in place. I reach for the tip of his cock, still poking between my legs just below where he’s stroking me, and watch in the mirror as my finger traces over the sensitive head. Anthony throws his head back and moans, pinching my swollen sex between his thumb and forefinger and giving it a final, firm tug as he plunges a third finger deep inside me.
My release is immediate and intense. I throw my head back and scream as my body convulses around the finger buried inside me. “Watch,” Anthony orders. “Watch.” But it’s too much. I can barely support my own weight much less raise my head to look in the mirror. I practically melt into Anthony as waves of pleasure rack my body, over and over.
When they start to subside and my awareness comes back, I realize Anthony is cradling me against his chest, gently stroking my breast with one hand while the finger of the other is still inside me.
“Seeing you come like that is the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed, but I still want you to watch me make you come.” I feel his finger slip away as he reaches for my hands and places them back on counter, forcing me to bend over slightly to reach it. “We aren’t done yet.”
Chapter 16
Anthony
“I don’t think I can come again,” Jen whispers, breathless.
“We won’t know until we try, will we?” I place a kiss at the back of her neck, partly to taste her and partly to distract myself from the throbbing between my legs. I’ve never seen anything as intense as the climax she just had, and it was a wonder I didn't join her.
Having my cock trapped between her thighs while I was stroking her had been torture, especially as she writhed when she came. I hadn’t planned to participate yet, because I wasn’t sure I’d be able to watch her come if I was climaxing myself. But then she’d gone and stripped off my pants, and I was afraid if I had the freedom to move I wouldn’t be able to stop from burying myself inside her. So I braced myself between her legs. I wasn’t expecting her to squeeze the life out of me with her thighs when she found release, and that damn near ended things before I got to do everything I wanted to her.
I trail kisses down her back, pausing at her bra strap. I hadn’t gotten around to removing it earlier, but I do now, letting it drift to the floor. I look at her in the mirror, slightly bent, hands braced on the counter, breasts heaving as she fights to regain her breath. I slip my hands underneath them, letting their full weight fall into my palms. They’re heavier than I expected, firm and full and gloriously smooth. I gently massage them, taking care to just barely caress her sensitive pink nipples, still puckered with need but not yet ready for the vigorous finish I have in mind.
I move my hands to her back, tracing the outline of muscles as I kiss my way down her spine. Her back is gorgeous. Dozens of muscles ripple under her skin, not so blatant as to be masculine, but visible enough that you can see them shift with her every move. I’m usually a breast man; I love molding them in my hands and sucking on pert nipples. But right now, I’m fascinated with Jen’s back, and I take my time appreciating it.
Her breathing slows as the aftershocks wear off, but I know she isn’t ready for me yet, so I trail my kisses down to the base of her spine, over her ass, along the backs of her thighs. She has glorious legs, too, lean and muscular and long enough to wrap around me but not so long that she’s excessively tall. They’re perfect. She’s perfect. That thought would’ve scared the shit out of me just a few short weeks ago, but right now it only makes me want her more. That and the way she’s bent over the counter, legs spread, gasping each time my lips make contact with her sensitive skin.
The way Jen’s body responds to mine is nothing short of spectacular. A heated look or a slight touch is all it takes for her to give herself over to me, and she returns everything I give her in equal measure. And damn, she’s not shy. Not that I would have expected her to be, given the way she provoked me in the beginning, but I’ve had lovers that were all talk until they got into the bedroom, and Jen is definitely not all talk. I love how she tells me what she likes, the sounds she makes, her screams when she comes.
I kiss my way back up her gorgeous legs and over her back as I rise behind her, sliding my finger between her legs. She’s still soaked, and I need to feel that on my cock.
“Hold still,” I say as I slip my cock between her legs, stroking back and forth between her lips. “Damn, that feels good.”
She arches up, giving me access to her entrance as she moans. “Not yet, sweetheart. I don’t have a condom on. Just let me feel you like this a little longer.”
Jen whimpers but shifts so I can continue rubbing myself between her legs. She’s so wet I slip easily between her flesh with just the slightest tilt to my hips.
I grab my shorts off the floor and fish out a condom, tearing it open as fast as I can. I roll it over my stiff cock and plunge into Jen as deep as our bodies will allow. She shrieks and clenches around me, and I hold still until she catches her breath, enjoying the feel of her tight pussy cradling me. When she’s
caught her breath, I brace her hips with my hands and start to thrust.
“Eyes on mine,” I grunt. She holds my gaze in the mirror as I sink into her over and over, unable to slow my pace. I watch, fascinated, as the look in her eyes switches from challenge to desire to need, and when I feel my balls constrict, I know I’m close. I adjust my grip on her hips so I can finger her clit. We drive together frantically, racing toward release, and when it finally overtakes us, I slam into Jen with one final thrust and hold us locked together as we unravel.
This time she keeps her eyes on mine, and as we fall apart, I see her eyes register ecstasy and then surrender. She’s mine, but am I ready to be hers?
I bend to kiss her neck as I slowly pull out. She turns to face me and wraps her arms around my neck, stepping into me for a soft, lingering kiss. I hold her close, wishing I’d taken the time to lose my shirt so I could feel her skin next to mine but loving the feel of her soft curves nestled against me.
“Come home with me?” she whispers against my lips.
“Yes.”
***
We barely make it in the door before we're on each other again, the combination of much-needed privacy and our lust for each other too much to ignore. This time Jen takes the lead, climbing on top of my cock and giving me a stunning view of her full breasts and long dark hair as she rides me thoroughly. Afterward, she collapses on my chest and kisses my neck as I stroke her back, until I remember the condom and go to dispose it. I climb back into bed, and she curls up next to me, her fingers stroking over the sweat-slicked skin of my chest, seemingly lost in thought.
“What are you thinking about?” I ask her.
“I’m just enjoying this moment.” She sighs. “Being able to linger here instead of having to race home, not having to sneak a kiss so our kids don’t see us.”
I brush her dark hair from her face and kiss her temple. “I’m pretty sure the kids know we’re seeing each other.”
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