by Vivien Vale
We both moan from the pleasure and anticipation of coming together.
My pussy is wet and needy for him.
I can tell he needs me, too, because he’s breathing heavily along with me and he’s rock hard.
Skin to skin, we look into each other’s eyes. This man is the only man I’ve ever been with, and not one day has gone by that I’ve regretted that fact. There’s never been anyone that could come close to measuring up to him or stir a deep desire and passion inside me to give myself, body and soul, to them.
It’s only ever been Boone.
Boone brings his lips to mine. It’s a deep, all-consuming kiss.
He reaches between us to grab his cock, and I feel it at the entrance of my pussy. The sensation causes me to shiver as my body hums with anticipation.
I’ve needed this for the past five years. When Boone and I are together, there is nothing like it.
He slowly slides into me, inch by inch.
Boone touches his forehead to mine and gives a deep moan when he’s fully inside me.
“Jesus Christ, Margot. You feel fucking amazing.”
My only response is to moan in pleasure from him filling me.
It’s been five years, so it takes a second to adjust to his thickness.
Soon, I’m wriggling my hips, wanting him to move. He just groans and enjoys my wriggling for a minute before giving in and beginning to move. He thrusts in and out of my pussy, eliciting shockwaves of pleasure to shoot through my entire body.
It takes a second to find our rhythm, but soon, we’re in sync.
With every thrust, my pussy throbs with pleasure and becomes wetter.
“You’re so damn wet, baby. I love it.”
He starts to pick up speed, like he’s gradually losing control of himself. He’s losing himself in me, causing me to lose myself in us.
Boone leaves one hand on my left hip and raises his other to thread through my hair. Both hands tighten to hold me fiercely.
“Fuck,” he growls against my lips before devouring me.
As he fucks me harder, the shelves in the pantry begin to rattle. Cans and boxes start to fall to the floor. A small bag resting on a shelf at shoulder level tips over and dusts us with a cloud of white flour.
I feel Boone jerk, causing me to open my eyes. Boone is holding a jar in his hand that he caught as it fell off a shelf.
He smirks. “I think we can use this.”
I take a look at the jar and recognize it as a generic brand of hazelnut spread.
He opens the jar, pokes his finger in, and applies a small amount to my nipples.
Oh, god.
Setting the jar down, he licks the hazelnut spread off his finger and then leans down to give my nipples the same treatment.
He licks each one at first and then sucks on them to get all of the chocolatey spread off.
I moan as my nipples tighten in response to the feeling of his mouth on them.
He does this all while still fully seated inside me.
He nips one nipple, and I feel it all the way down in my pussy, which clenches on his cock and elicits a moan from him that vibrates through me.
“Yes! Boone!”
He amps up the intensity of how he’s fucking me again.
I hear glass shatter as a jar slides off a shelf and crashes to the floor. Neither one of us pay any attention to it, though. Nothing matters right now other than reconnecting and immersing ourselves in the ecstasy of it.
I’m on the verge of coming again. My pussy tightens around Boone’s cock, and he loses the last bit of control he has.
It sounds like an earthquake is occurring in the pantry with how hard we are rattling the shelves.
One of my arms shoots out to grab onto one of the shelves behind me, and the other grabs Boone’s head now buried in my neck.
I throw my head back as I start to come.
“Boone!” I scream his name.
With the sound of his name, he starts to come with me.
He lets loose a fierce growl, and I feel a wave of warmth as he comes inside of me.
His head drops to rest on the center of my chest. I cradle his head with both of my hands.
The only sounds heard now is our erratic breathing.
My heart is beating so hard in my chest, it feels like it’s going to burst through my ribs.
We don’t move, basking in the companionable silence.
“That was…amazing,” I say to break the silence. “I don’t remember it being that amazing five years ago.”
“Me neither,” he replies.
He raises his head from my chest to look at me.
“You’re incredible, Margot. So damn beautiful and sexy.”
I don’t say anything. If I do, I’m likely to get choked up.
Instead, I caress his cheek lovingly and gently kiss him, conveying my appreciation for him and the amazing moment we just shared in his pantry.
I would have never imagined a few days ago that Boone would be back in my life and I would be in his arms again. And in a pantry, no less.
My heart has never felt this full in the past five years since we parted ways.
I’m still basking in everything that just happened when I hear a noise coming from outside the pantry.
Boone and I look at each other and hold still like statues for a second before both realizing it’s Amelia walking towards the pantry.
The same pantry that’s in a chaotic mess and where the two of us are half-naked.
Shit!
Boone
I have my pants pulled up in record time. It reminds me of changing for gym class in middle school.
“Mommy?” Amelia’s voice is just outside the door now.
Margot has most of her buttons done up as she cracks the door. “Hey, sweetie! Just one minute!”
I’ve got most of my buttons done as well, and I turn to face the back wall to finish.
My erection hasn’t even completely gone down yet. Leaving my shirt untucked should take care of that.
As I spin around, Amelia is pulling the door open towards herself with a puzzled look on her face.
“Sweetie, look at the mess I made!” Margot exclaims. “I don’t want you to come in right now until I get this cleaned up.”
Margot’s quick thinking saves us as Amelia starts to giggle.
“What did you do?” Amelia is backing up as if we could contaminate her.
Looking at Margot, I realize what Amelia finds so funny.
I can’t help starting to laugh myself.
Margot has flour in her hair and her face, and it’s scattered all over the shirt that she never took off, too.
“I’m so klutzy! Do I look that bad?” Margot’s leveling a questioning look my way.
It just makes me laugh more.
Maybe it’s the relief of knowing what we just did or the anxiety of trying to be ready for Amelia showing up—but I can’t stop laughing.
This sets Amelia off again as we both laugh, and Amelia points a shaking finger at Margot.
“You look like you have white hair!” Her innocent observation makes her mother scowl.
“What!” Tossing her hair a bit, she flips it over her shoulder and throws her hands on her hips. “I don’t look gorgeous?”
“Of course you do, Mommy!” Amelia throws her own hands on her hips, mimicking her mother’s stern look.
I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything cuter.
“Gorgeous and irresistible,” I add with a wink.
“Will you be long? I want you guys to play with me.” Amelia started bouncing on her toes. Each time she hops brings her a little closer to us.
“Careful, sweetie. Not too close.” Margot makes a shooing motion with her hand, waving her back. “It won’t take long. Just go back in the living room so I don’t have to worry about cleaning you up, too.”
“Okay, Mommy.” Amelia is now hanging off the door, a knob in each hand, swinging back and forth. “I’ve been drawing. I want
you to see my pictures and draw, too.”
Luckily, I store the broom in here. Grabbing it, I start sweeping the flour off the shelves to the floor.
“Don’t swing on the door like that. We’ve talked about that. You might break the knobs. Just give us a few minutes, and I’ll be out.” Margot starts brushing the flour off her shirt into the worst area on the floor. “Can you shut the door, honey? I don’t want this flour traveling out there.”
Amelia drops off the door and slams it hard. “Hurry!” Her muffled demand is followed by her retreating footsteps.
I can’t help laughing again as the loose flour swirls across the floor.
What a character. That sassy attitude definitely comes from her mother.
“I’m sorry.” Margot’s quiet words have me stopping immediately.
Leaning on the broom, I look at her curiously as she continues to brush the flour to the floor.
“What for, exactly?”
She better not be sorry for what we just did!
Since she won’t look at me, I lean the broom against the shelves and pull her snugly against my chest. I’ve trapped her hands between us and dip my head to snag her attention.
“Just for her hyper attitude in general…and swinging on your door… and interrupting us…”
I cut her off there. “You don’t ever have to apologize for her to me.” I shake her slightly in my embrace until she looks back up at me. “This is all new and exciting. She’s happy, so I’m happy. And I get that she’s going to be interrupting us. We’ll just have to figure out a way to work around it. Right?”
More rides on this question than she realizes.
I didn’t want this to be a one-time thing. I hope she didn’t fucking think it was. I hold my breath for her answer.
The slow smile spreading over her face gives me hope.
“Right.”
“Damn right!” Punctuating this with a quick kiss, I pull back to look her over a little closer. “Oh, wow. We have a little work to do.”
Her laughter rings out. “It be easier if I had a mirror.”
“I’ll be your mirror. Don’t move.” Running my hands lightly through her hair, I gently shake it until no more white is coming out.
I’ve always loved her hair. The blond silky strands hide the flour well.
Brushing lightly on her face, I blow along her hairline and down into her ear. She’s just so fucking irresistible.
Of course, she giggles and pulls away slightly.
Becoming all business, I put on a stern face and start working my way down her flannel shirt. From the shoulders, down the arms, I remove any trace of our fun.
Her back is even worse, but it doesn’t take long. I end with a few firm swats on her butt.
The side effect of touching her this way is becoming evident.
Wrapping my arms around her waist, I bend a bit to rub my semi-hard cock against her ass.
She feels so damn good.
Dropping my head to her shoulder, I breathe in her scent.
Briefly, her head drops back to my shoulder. I can feel her long inhale as she relaxes against me.
Unfortunately, it ends too soon with her pulling away. Her business-like look as she assesses me from head to toe makes me smile.
Her hands are gentle and quick as she strokes me down. “I don’t think you had quite as much flour on you as me.”
Her teasing assessment is an understatement. She was pretty covered.
“I wonder why.” I can’t help teasing her back.
“But this is super cute.” She’s begun unbuttoning and re-buttoning my shirt. “Were you in a little hurry here?”
Her beautiful eyes flicker up to me before continuing her task.
Under the stark light of the pantry, her hair and skin glow. She looks ethereal. Like an angel.
Cupping her face gently, I lean in and meet her surprised eyes as I take her lips.
Nothing with Margot can be simple, and as she sighs, I push my tongue between her parted lips.
Sucking my tongue eagerly, I savor her sweetness. I’m vaguely aware that her hand is slipping beneath my shirt in the back.
Stroking the arch of her back, my fingers tenderly brush her spine as I pull on the curve of her ass with my other hand.
Squeezing her tightly, I gradually pull her forward until she’s flush against my eager erection.
She breaks our kiss reluctantly by dropping her weight lower and slipping from my hands. “Amelia won’t give us much more time.”
She’s right. And now I’m hard again.
“Go on out, and I’ll sweep this up and be out in a sec.”
She hesitates. “Are you sure?”
“Oh, I’m sure.” I smirk as I lift the hem of my shirt to flash the front of my pants.
She’s laughing as she opens the door and heads towards the living room, leaving the door open behind her.
I can hear Amelia’s excited squeal as she comes into view.
I’m eager to join them so I make quick work of sweeping up what ends up being a fairly small pile of flour.
It sure looked like a lot more all over Margot.
This gives me some ideas. There are a lot of other more edible treats I’d like to cover her in.
Chocolate, peanut butter, whipped cream…but I’m getting distracted.
She’s just so damn irresistible, and I can’t wait to taste her again.
Heading to the living room, I see Amelia and Margot are coloring at the coffee table.
“You’re back!” Amelia immediately hops up and follows me onto the couch.
She snuggles in against my side as I drape my arm along the back of the couch.
Peeling her precious drawings from her chest, she holds them out excitedly. “Look at my drawing. That’s me and mommy and you and Crockett!”
She points to each of us as she explains, and I dutifully nod and smile.
She’s just such a character.
“Beautiful, Amelia. And that looks just like me.”
Actually, they’re stick figures, but she’s given me a nice beard.
“Yeah!” Amelia has already flipped to the next drawing.
It’s clearly a picture of the cabin with woods all around it.
“And this is your cabin. See your woodpile. See the landslide where you saved us?”
I nod automatically as she points to all its highlights.
“And this is the bad man who lives in the woods and watches the house.”
Wait.
What the fuck?
Did she just say that?
There is definitely another stick figure in her picture in the woods.
What would’ve made her think that?
I’m speechless, and I hesitate.
Before I can question her, Margot beats me to it.
“The bad man, sweetie? What do you mean?” I take my cue from Margot’s calm questioning and try to relax.
Maybe she’s making this up.
“You know. The bad man. I saw him watching the house.” Amelia is already flipping to the next picture and is thrusting it into my lap.
“When? When was he watching the house?” Margot slides onto the couch on the other side of Amelia.
Reaching out, she rubs Amelia’s leg to get her attention.
“Before today.”
“You mean yesterday?” Margot slides the remaining pictures from Amelia’s grasp and puts them on the coffee table. “Just talk to me for a minute. Look at me. You saw this man yesterday?”
Amelia settles in response to the seriousness we both hear in her mother’s voice. “Yes, yesterday. I saw him yesterday, and he was watching the house.”
Who could she have seen? This is fucking serious.
A chill runs down my spine, and I try to shake the ominous feeling.
I don’t have neighbors for miles, and they always let me know before they stop by.
We’re all pretty remote out here, and it’s better to give a heads up. Otherwise, yo
u could be mistaken as a trespasser. That could get you shot.
I look to my gun case, under lock and key in the corner of the room.
If there really is someone watching us, and it’s not just Amelia’s imagination…
I’ll protect my family no matter what.
Margot
A sideways glance at Boone is all it takes.
I see it all: his clenched fists, the pulsing muscle running along the side of his face, and the thunderclouds crossing his face.
They let me know he’s worried, and I think he’s probably right to be.
Amelia’s description and possible sighting of a stranger have left us both a little troubled.
Actually, troubled is an understatement.
Before I can talk to him, discuss strategy, or debate the existence of this alleged bad man, he heads for the door.
“I’ll be back,” he tells us, and then he’s gone.
Amazing how quickly bliss can turn to worry in a matter of seconds.
To think a few minutes ago, we were in the pantry with half of our clothes off, blissfully unaware of any potential threat lurking outside.
Amelia has stopped swinging her legs and put her pencil down.
“Did I say something wrong?”
My heart goes out to her.
“No, sweetie, not at all.” I wrap my arms around her.
“Where’s Boone gone?”
I may be imagining things, but it sounds like there’s a mixture of fear, worry, and anxiety in her small voice. These are the tough moments in parenting.
What do you say? If you say too much, you risk increasing their anxiety; if you say too little, you leave them worried about having said and done the wrong thing.
One thing is sure: I don’t want to leave her feeling she’s done wrong by Boone or me.
“He’s just gone to make sure no one’s around.” I opt for the truth, or part of the truth.
Amelia looks at me. Her big deer eyes search mine.
“Is he okay?”
A lump forms in the back of my throat. I nod.
“Of course he is, darling.”
She seems to contemplate my words.
“He’s not mad I drew the bad man watching the house?”
Children hate to disappoint us adults, when I’m sure it’s really us who so often end up disappointing them.
“Boone would never be mad at you,” I reassure her and give her my biggest smile. “You did the right thing telling us about the bad man. We need to know these things.”