by Claire Adams
“Whoa,” he said, as he inhaled sharply. “You’re…amazing!”
I smiled as I undid his tie and made quick work of his shirt buttons. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and murmured, “You’re pretty amazing yourself, you know.”
I ran my fingers down the smooth curve of his chest and heard him swallow a moan as I circled his nipples with the tip of my nail and watched as they hardened under my teasing. I tipped my head up and smiled as he bent to kiss me and felt his fingers slip into my hair. When he pulled my head back and ran his tongue down my neck, it was my turn to stifle a sigh.
His hands slid lower, and he pressed me against his body as I wound my arms around his neck and kissed him harder. With a flick of his fingers, he undid the hooks on my bra and slid the straps off my shoulders. I let the blue lace drop to the floor as Blake pulled back and cupped my breasts, taking his turn at teasing my nipples with his thumbs.
“Oh God,” I moaned, as he squeezed them into rigid nubs. I grabbed his arm, turned toward my bedroom, and said, “This way. Now.”
Blake followed me down the hallway to my room, where I pushed him down on the bed and quickly straddled his hips. His eyes were wide with surprise as I leaned down and kissed him hard. He didn’t protest when I grabbed his hands and pushed them up over his head, holding them down on the mattress.
“My way first,” I whispered into his lips as I began grinding against him, feeling his stiff erection rubbing between my legs.
“Jesus H. Christ, lady,” he inhaled, as I moved my hips back and forth, enjoying the pressure against my most sensitive spot. I smiled as I increased the tempo and leaned back down to kiss him again.
He pulled his hands free and grabbed my hips as he sat up and flipped me over on my back. He chuckled at the surprised look on my face as he looped his fingers over the edge of my panties and yanked them down.
“Now it’s my way,” he said, as he ran his hands over my bare skin and slid one hand between my legs and began slowly stroking the sensitive skin with the tips of his fingers. I arched my back and moaned as he slid two fingers between my wet, aching lips and began running them from top to bottom, stopping to tease my slick opening before sliding back up again.
“Blake…Blake…” I panted, as he continued tracing his path between my legs, driving me toward a state of arousal that I’d never before felt.
“You want more?” he whispered into my lips before kissing me deeply. I could only nod in response. I felt him shift on top of me and then spread my legs apart before he pressed the tip of his shaft just inside me and then held it there for what felt like an eternity.
“Oh God, Blake, please…” I moaned loudly, as I reached around and grabbed his hips, trying to force him deeper inside me. He looked down at me, smiled, and then with one swift motion, he thrust deep inside me — and then stopped.
I cried out in frustration as I thrust my hips upward trying to make him move, and as he looked down at me, I could see the beads of sweat dripping off his forehead.
“You’re killing me,” I said through gritted teeth, as I strained to move under him.
“Nah, not killing you,” he grinned. “Just making you want it more than anything you’ve ever wanted.”
“I do!” I cried, as I struggled against the pressure of his body on mine. “I’ve never wanted anything this bad in my entire life!”
“You sure about that?” he asked, as he pulled back an inch and then thrust deep again.
“Oh Christ,” I groaned. “I’ve wanted you all week! I wanted you from the minute you picked me up for dinner! I wanted you the whole ride home! What else do I have to do to prove it?”
“Mmmmm, I like to hear you tell me how much you want it,” he murmured, as he gave me a few short thrusts, which elicited several low moans.
“Blake, please,” I begged, as he slipped a hand between us, pressed his thumb against my swollen clit and began gently massaging it.
“More?” he asked. “You want more?”
“Oh God, you have no idea,” I whimpered.
“I think I do,” he whispered, as he pulled his hand from between us, propped himself up on his forearms, and began a series of long, deep thrusts that made me feel like every nerve in my body was on fire. I could feel him hard and deep as he massaged my inner walls, hitting my G-spot with every stroke.
I reached out and grabbed his arms as I bent my knees and planted my feet, thrusting my hips up to match his rhythm. Soon we were pounding against each other, searching for a shared climax that was just out of reach.
Blake pulled back and sat up, grabbing my legs and bending me almost in half, and I gasped as he entered me again, this time at an angle that I knew was going to drive me straight over the edge. He bent my legs as he pushed into me with short, quick strokes and forced a low moan from somewhere deep inside me. He let go of one leg, and returned his thumb to my clit and began stroking again.
“Oh God, Blake!” I cried, as the combination of thrusts and stroking took me past the pleasure into the realm of ecstasy, and I let go as I tumbled into my orgasm. Blake continued his rhythm until I heard him groan, then he bent forward and in a few quick strokes he followed my lead, and I felt the warm rush of his release.
I wrapped my arms around him until the last waves of pleasure receded. He slid out of me and reached for the blanket I kept folded at the end of the bed, pulling it over both of us as he pulled me to him and kissed me softly.
“That was intense,” he said, as I snuggled under his arm against his side. Unable to find the words to express myself, I simply nodded and then tipped my face up so that I could kiss his jaw. He looked down at me and smiled, “I’m glad you agree.”
“I definitely do,” I smiled back. He bent and kissed me again before he lay back and closed his eyes, letting out a contented sigh.
“I wasn’t sure it was going to be as good as I remembered it being the first time,” Blake said quietly. “I felt bad, like I’d taken advantage of your situation, but you were so sexy…I couldn’t help myself.”
“Yep, nothing like playing the damsel in distress to turn a guy on!” I laughed.
“Is that what you thought?”
“No! I’m teasing you, silly!” I laughed harder. “If I’m honest, the day of the fire was the culmination of weeks of wondering what you’d be like in bed.”
“You’re kidding me,” he said, turning to look at me.
“Nope, I was hot for you after the parent-teacher conference, but since making a play for a student’s parent is seriously frowned upon by the school district, I thought I’d just burn my house down and see how that turned out,” I said, grinning up at him.
“You’ve got a sick sense of humor,” he said with a smile. “It’s one of the many things I like about you.”
“Mmmm, I like how warm you are,” I said, resting my cheek against his chest as he stroked my hair. “I could get used to this.”
“Me, too,” he murmured, as he kissed my head. “But don’t get too comfortable. I hate to say this, but I’ve got a curfew.”
“A what?” I laughed.
“I’ve got a teenage curfew,” he repeated. “I’ve got a teenager at home, so as much as I’d like to stay here next to you, I’ve got to go sleep in my own bed tonight.”
“This is horrible!” I laughed harder. “This is not how adults are supposed to roll!”
“I know, right?” he grinned. “When I was Nina’s age, I thought that once I got my own place, I’d never have to be accountable to anyone ever again!”
“All right, well, it is what it is,” I said, propping myself up on my elbow. Blake reached out and cupped my chin, pulling me back to him for a kiss.
“Well, I don’t have to go just yet,” he murmured, as he pulled me on top of him.
An hour later, I stood at the door waving goodbye as Blake pulled out of the drive. I walked back in the house and saw Howard perched on the arm of the chair staring at me.
“Oh no you don’t,” I
warned. “You don’t get to be judgmental about my private life. You’re a cat!”
Howard blinked once and hopped down off the chair, headed into the kitchen, and stood next to the food bin and meowed. I sighed and went to fill his bowl, then stood watching as he sniffed the food before walking away.
“It’s not a competition, Howard,” I called. He didn’t turn around, only swished his tail and kept walking. I shrugged, knowing that Howard was going to have to deal with his issues on his own since Blake was a keeper.
Chapter Twenty-One
Blake
I hadn’t been happy about having to leave Emily’s warm bed to return home to a moping teenager, but I pushed the frustration away and did the responsible thing. Nina had been asleep when I got home, and when I finally pulled myself out of bed, she was still snoring on the other side of her bedroom door.
I went into the kitchen to make coffee and start breakfast, and saw that more snow had fallen while I was asleep. I wondered if Emily was up yet, and then smiled as I wondered if she was thinking about me, too.
“I’m not a lovesick schoolboy,” I muttered, as I poured the first of many cups of coffee.
“What did you say, Dad?” Nina yawned, as she stood in the doorway to the kitchen, rubbing her eyes.
“I said, I’m pretty sure your mother and I had a child so that we’d never have to shovel our own driveway or mow our own lawn,” I replied, as I pulled the eggs and bacon out of the fridge and held them up with a questioning look on my face.
“Haha, very funny, Dad,” Nina said, nodding. “You’re a laugh a minute.”
“I’m not kidding,” I replied. “The driveway needs shoveling.”
“Before breakfast?” she asked incredulously. “I’m not even dressed yet!”
“I didn’t realize that shoveling snow required preparation time,” I said dryly. “I thought it was just a matter of pulling on some sweats, boots, and a coat.”
“Oh my God, you are so…I can’t even,” Nina said, holding up a hand before walking out of the room.
I quickly whipped up breakfast, but by the time I had the plates on the table, Nina had gone back to sleep. I ate breakfast by myself and listened to the news, wishing that Emily were here to enjoy it all with me. I told myself that I could call her after I’d shoveled the walk and drive, so I put on my winter gear and headed outside.
I was halfway done with the sidewalk when Jake and Kathy walked over and started talking.
“Hey, Blake! How was your Christmas?” Kathy called. She was dressed in skin-tight leggings and a red parka. Normally, that would have been enough to set my motor racing, but today I looked at her in a new light and couldn’t find the attraction.
“It was good. Spent it with Nina and my parents,” I said, tossing a shovel full of snow onto the lawn and bending down to scoop up another. “How was yours?”
“It wasn’t bad,” Jake said, giving Kathy a pointed look. “But it could have been better, couldn’t it have, sweetheart?”
“Oh, indeed it could have,” she giggled, as she turned toward me and winked. “We’ve missed you, Blake.”
“Yeah, well, that’s nice of you to say,” I said, feeling uncomfortable. “I’m glad you had a good holiday.”
“Something wrong, buddy?” Jake asked, with a worried look.
“No, nothing’s wrong, it’s just…” I trailed off, trying to think of how to tell them I wasn’t interested anymore. “I met someone over the holiday.”
“Ah, I see,” Jake nodded. “Well, that’s great! Bring her along and we’ll finally have a foursome!”
“I don’t know that she would be into that,” I nodded, bending down to scoop another shovelful of snow so that I could avoid having to look at either of them.
“Are you sure, Blake?” Kathy asked, as she moved closer and unzipped her jacket enough to show me she wasn’t wearing anything underneath it. “Why don’t you ask her?”
“Um, I’m not sure we know each other well enough to go down that road yet,” I said, looking away uncomfortably. I was pissed at myself for not just saying no, but there was something about keeping my options open that appealed to me. I wasn’t ready to close the door.
“Okay, well, when you find out, you know where we live,” Kathy said, as she patted my butt before turning and walking away.
“Remember, every answer is a no if you never ask!” Jake called, as he followed his wife back to the house.
I finished up the shoveling and headed back inside to find Nina sitting at the table staring at her stone cold breakfast. I shook my head as I shed my winter gear and waited for her to say something.
“Dad, this stuff is cold,” she said, looking at her plate and up at me.
“I know, I fixed breakfast an hour ago, but you decided to sleep rather than eat,” I said, pouring myself another cup of coffee. “Put it in the microwave and warm it up.”
“That’s disgusting!” she protested.
“Then you can make yourself a substitute breakfast,” I said, as I searched the counter for my phone. I found it under a stack of unopened mail.
“Dad, that’s so mean!” she cried.
“Yep, that’s me. Mean dad of the year,” I said, as I took my phone and my coffee cup out into the living room. “Buck up, buttercup! I’ll take you to lunch if you get ready quickly!”
Nina ran out of the kitchen and down the hall as soon as the words left my mouth. I shook my head as I checked the screen of my phone and found a message from Emily, “Had a great time last night! Do it again soon?”
I quickly typed, “Won’t be soon enough!” and hit Send. I waited, but when there was no immediate reply, I assumed she was busy and went to get ready to take Nina to lunch.
We headed to Nina’s favorite hamburger joint near the mall for lunch. When the server brought our burgers, Nina stuffed several fries in her mouth and then bit into the burger as if she were starving.
“You know, if you’d get up at a decent hour, you could have breakfast with me, and then you wouldn’t need to eat like a wild animal,” I commented, as she wiped catsup from her chin.
“Dad, don’t you know you’re not supposed to criticize the way your child eats,” she said, after she’d chewed and swallowed. “It’s not good for my self-esteem or my body image.”
“What in the hell?” I said, as I stared at my daughter. “Where on earth did you get that bullshit from?”
“Dad!” Nina protested. “We’re in public! Watch your language!”
“I never thought I’d see the day that I’d be lectured by my own daughter,” I chuckled, as I bit into my burger and chewed thoughtfully. Nina smirked at me as she polished off her meal, and then leaned over to grab a few of my fries off my plate.
“So, how're things with Ms. Fowler?” she asked with a knowing grin.
“Fine,” I said, trying to cut off the conversation. I had no idea where things were headed with Emily, but I knew where I wanted them to head and that talking about it with my daughter wasn’t yet in the cards.
“Good date last night?” she pressed.
“Yep, it was nice,” I nodded. “Dinner was really good.”
“Uh huh,” Nina smirked. “You go back to her place for dessert?”
“Nina Marie Gaston, that is enough from you,” I warned.
“Aw, c’mon, Dad, don’t be such a stick in the mud,” she chided. “I just want to make sure that you’re being safe, sane, and consensual about things.”
“Where the hell are you getting this stuff?” I asked, feeling profoundly uncomfortable and decidedly reassured that my daughter had listened to her mother and I over the years, and had retained the basics of the lessons we’d agreed to teach.
“You and Mom have been lecturing me on safe, sane, and consensual since I was five,” she said, as if she’d read my mind. “And I’ve been reading those books you keep stored on the high shelf in the living room.”
“Good Lord, those aren’t for teenagers,” I said, wondering whic
h ones she’d read and hoping they’d been the milder tomes.
“Don’t worry, I didn’t dig into the hardcore stuff, I just stuck with the basics,” she said, giving me a look that told me she knew what I was thinking. “God, you really do think I’m like 10, don’t you? I’m old enough to surf the web for porn, Dad. Don’t you think I’d have some questions that need answering?”
“Yeah, but I thought your mother would have taken charge of those lessons,” I said, shifting in my seat as I wavered between wanting her to feel like she could ask me anything and not wanting to discuss either one of our sex lives over lunch.
“Unlikely,” Nina said, rolling her eyes. “She gave me the standard responsible sex talk a few months ago, and asked if I needed to get on birth control, but she doesn’t want to answer any of my more emotional questions about sex.”
“And you want me to?” I asked.
“Oh God, no! That’s gross, Dad!” she exclaimed. “I’m not talking to you about my non-existent sex life!”
“Non-existent?” I echoed.
“You heard me,” she said dryly. “No boyfriend, no sex. In fact, if you want to know the truth, I’m sick of people in high school. They’re idiots.”
“Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on?” I asked, feeling concerned. “I thought you were friends with Skylar and Chelsea. What happened to them?”
“They went boy crazy, that’s what happened,” she said, rolling her eyes. “They flaked on me because they have boyfriends and they want to spend all their time with them now.”
“Well, that’s kind of normal, don’t you think?” I asked.
“No, I don’t think it’s normal,” she retorted. “I think it’s being a shitty friend, is what I think it is.”
“Nina, language,” I warned.
“Said the pot calling the kettle black?” she asked, in a way that made me chuckle. “I’m just saying that it’s Christmas break and I don’t have anyone to do anything with because all of my friends are hanging out with their boyfriends and ignoring me!”