“Okay.”
He was waiting at the top of the stairs wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Lillian laughed. “I know I said I was putting Wendy to bed but it could have been her coming up the stairs you know.”
“I’m willing to take that risk.” He kissed her. “I missed you, Lillian.”
His hard, bare chest beneath her hands excited her. “I missed you too.”
“You’re beautiful.” He nuzzled her neck and let his hands thoroughly caress her, rumpling her shirt in the process. “Come upstairs with me, I missed you.”
“You said that already,” she said, feeling breathless.
“Then why aren’t we upstairs having sex yet?”
“The kitchen …”
“Clean.”
“Doors …”
“Locked.” He nipped her ear. “I want you upstairs, in my bed, all night. Please, it’s hard sleeping without you.”
“At least you got a bed, I had a couch.”
He took her by the hand and she followed willingly up the stairs to his room. She took off her clothes but he stopped her before she took off her bra and panties.
“I thought you wanted me,” she said.
“I do, but we don’t have to rush. Come here and lie down.”
Her body was familiar to him already but no less exciting for it. She was wearing fancier underthings now, not that he cared what she wore he’d take her either way, but the swirls of lace were a treat. They hid just enough to make him want her and showed just enough to leave his mouth watering and his cock stiffening.
He ran his hand over the lace covering one perky breast and said, “I think you wear this stuff just to tease me.”
“And it makes me feel good,” she said. “I’m glad you like it though.”
“I like it a lot.” He kissed along the upper edge. “More than a lot. I’ll buy you all the sexy underwear you want.”
She was laughing but he didn’t care. He kept kissing her and kneading her breast lightly.
The sex had only gotten better this last month or so. He knew where she liked to be kissed and she knew where to drag her fingernails to make him groan. He knew that licking her ear made her shiver with delight and she knew that nibbling on his lower lip would make him chase her for kisses.
It was new and exciting every time still but with the familiarity of a lover who wanted to please you and knew how. And tonight was more exciting because of the night spent apart. They were excited and eager and their every touch and kiss betrayed that.
It was like being teenagers all over again. Every touch was a jolt of electricity that set their hearts pounding and their pulse racing.
They shed the last of their clothes and let their naked bodies rub against each.
He pulled her closer and she guided him between her legs. “I want you so bad,” he whispered. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you.”
He grabbed her hips and pulled her onto him. She was so wet that he slid in easily. They rolled so he was on top. He lifted her hips and started to move in her. He thrust against her until he was panting and his chest glistened with sweat. He cupped her breasts, massaging them and rolling the nipples between his fingers.
He pulled her up so she was sitting astride his lap and took her breast in his mouth. She moaned in his ear. When he released her breast he pulled her further onto him and held her tight.
She pushed him back and after a little fussing to untangle their legs she settled on him and rode him hard. She lifted herself high, nearly coming off his cock, before dropping her weight down again. Up and down, over and over, with her hands braced on his shoulders and her braid hanging over her shoulder.
When they came it was together and it left them both breathless and trembling. She fell over sideways, gasping for air. “Wow, that was great,” she said.
He managed a grunt of agreement and rolled away from her.
“Yeah,” she agreed, “I’m hot and sweaty too.” She snuggled up against him just long enough to kiss him and said, “Good night.”
Chapter 8
Thanksgiving dinner was served at the ranch house and according to Gavin it had made his mother very happy that they were keeping with family tradition and having a turkey in the dining room. “This is my first turkey,” Lillian admitted mid-afternoon as she basted the bird.
“It’s looking good,” Gavin offered. “I’ve got to head out and do the chores early today. My mom will be over any minute to help you with the prep work. Where’s Wendy?”
“I think she beat you out there.”
“She’s dedicated,” he said and stole a quick kiss. “I’ll be back in for dinner, I promise.” And then he was gone again.
The next time the door opened it was Courtney coming in with a steaming pot of potatoes. Lillian rushed over with a pot holder so Courtney could set the pot down. “Thanks! James will be over at the next commercial break, but he’ll head straight to the living room to watch the rest of the game.”
“How’s the home team doing?”
“From the sounds coming from my living room earlier today, not well. Maybe they’ll turn it around.”
“Oh, I hope so!”
“Are you a football fan?”
“Big time. I used to watch with my dad all the time. I’m a little out of touch now, couldn’t afford cable for years.”
“James is going to love you. Where’s the masher, I should get these potatoes going.”
“I’ll grab you anything you need as long as you’ll take a look at this turkey and tell me that I’m not ruining it.”
After dinner they all retired to the living room to watch the later game. The home team had lost but the perfect turkey, fluffy potatoes, and giant pumpkin pie served hot with a side of vanilla ice cream had soothed the pain of the loss. Lillian sat on the love seat with Wendy and though she wanted to pay attention to the game she kept getting distracted by Courtney and James.
They weren’t inappropriate, far from it, but their little motions of familiarity that hinted at a private intimacy made her heart ache. She’d watch James squeeze his wife’s hand as the quarterback ran down the field and then she’d glance at Gavin to find he was staring at her too, and then she’d look back at the TV.
When Wendy started to nod off on the couch Lillian walked her down to bed. Even though Wendy was nearly eleven she still tucked her in and read her a chapter of a book. Tonight it was Harry Potter. Wendy had seen all the movies already but they were still enjoying the books.
When they were done she shut off the light and went back upstairs to find Courtney and James had left. “They didn’t have to leave,” Lillian said. “I like your parents; they could have stayed and visited.”
“I know that, but I think my mom suspects something so she herded my dad out at the commercial break. She kept saying things about not wanting to intrude and that we should enjoy our long weekend.”
“And your dad?”
“He was too busy grumbling about giving up the big screen to care about my mom’s hinting.”
“At least your mom isn’t likely to tell anyone about us.”
“Lillian, it’s been weeks already. Why don’t you want to tell Wendy?”
“Because when we moved in here she said straight out that she didn’t want a new dad. She’s accepted you as a friend, I don’t want to betray her, or ruin her friendship with you.”
“I’ll respect your wishes on this because she’s you’re daughter, but I want you, Lillian, not just in my bed, either.”
“That sounds kinky,” she said, smiling mischievously. “I’ve never had kitchen counter sex before.”
He narrowed his eyes at her. “That’s not what I meant.”
She sighed and fiddled with his shirt. “I know, Gavin. Just give me some time, please?”
“Okay, okay. I’ll give it time.” He wrapped his arms around her.
Sometimes it was nice just to be held but tonight she wanted more. “You know, if we’ve got the house to ourselve
s we could turn in early.”
“Are you asking me for sex?”
“Does that bother you?” She peered up at him. “I didn’t think you were the type that liked quiet domesticated women.”
He kissed her passionately. “I don’t. I think you should ask more often. I like it.”
“Then lead on!” She pushed him towards his room.
“What, no kitchen counter sex?” he said over his shoulder.
“No thanks, but on the floor on a thick blanket in front of the fire place might be fun.”
He turned and studied her for a moment and then said, “Not tonight, that sounds like too much work.”
She kissed him, “Then shut up and take me to your room.”
“Yes ma’am.”
It didn’t happen often that Lillian took charge of their time together. Most evenings she was content to let him set the pace and the mood. Sometimes, however, she would demand sex as soon as Wendy was in bed and she would be very vocal about what she wanted, and what she was willing to do, which was always more on these nights.
Though he led the way up the stairs she had her shirt off before they even got that far. She pushed him to the bed and dropped to her knees between his legs. He purred in anticipation as she unbuttoned his jeans. She looked up at him from under thick, dark eye lashes and smiled a seductive smile all the while moving so slowly he wanted to take over, but he knew better than that.
He wanted her to go fast, sure, but he loved when she went slowly and teased him. He loved being hers to toy with. He loved these times because they showed just how comfortable she was in their relationship – she could take something for herself, she could offer him this pleasure without him ever asking or pressuring.
She pulled his cock through the opening in the front of his boxers and took it in her mouth even though it wasn’t completely hard. It felt so good, getting hard in her mouth, and he sat back and just watched her play with him.
She sucked on him as he got harder and harder until he overfilled her mouth. She pulled back but only for a second. She licked her lips and took two full inches of his cock into her mouth. She sucked hard and then began working up and down with her mouth. She was moaning like crazy sending intense vibration through his cock because she knew he liked that. As his pleasure levels steadily rose he started lifting his hips in rhythm with her movements. She started a slow slide down the length of his cock, taking him deeper and deeper. She held him there for a long moment and then pulled slowly back. She started massaging the underside of his shaft with her tongue and he groaned, his fingers tangling in her hair.
He was beginning to wonder if this blow job was going to be the main event of the night instead of just foreplay but then she pulled back, letting his cock slide from her mouth. She stood up and kissed him hard.
“Get undressed,” she said. “I want you naked, now.”
He was more than happy to obey but was disappointed when her clothes didn’t come off too. Before he sat back down on the bed she pulled him across the room and pushed him into the chair in the corner.
“Sit. Don’t move. And if you touch yourself I’ll stop.”
“Stop what?”
In response she slowly started to remove her clothes. She wasn’t dressed for sex, she was dressed for Thanksgiving company, but as she inched the hem of her sweater higher and higher his mouth went dry. She swayed her hips slow and sensual and she turned her back on him as she finished pulling the sweater over her head.
A moment later she pulled her pants down over her ass and then pushed them down, bending at the waist and giving him a clear and beautiful view of her ass. She stepped out of her pants and turned around again. In the low light she looked like an exotic creature straight out of some ancient legend. She was more tanned now but in the low light she still looked pale and the dark hair looked black.
His cock was beginning to ache and he wanted so badly to grab it and relieve some of the tension but if she wasn’t bluffing then that would stop her in her tracks and it might be the end of sex for the evening. He waited and watched as she shrugged off the straps of her bra and then pressed her breasts together, showing off her cleavage. She pulled the waistband of her panties down low, showing off her hips. Finally she removed her bra and panties and did a sexy little strut towards him.
She straddled him on the chair, taking him inside her. She braced her hands on his chest and he gripped her hips as she rode him. She ground against him as the pleasure built in her. He grabbed her breasts, caressing them with gentle firmness and he pulled her close, burying his face between her breasts. She was gasping for breath as her heart hammered away.
She grabbed his wrist and moved his hand between her legs. “Touch me here,” she said.
He rubbed her clit as best he could while she moved her body up and down his cock. She gasped and it turned into a loud moan that went on and on, building in volume as he sucked her breast, his fingers still working tight circles over her clit. The moan turned to a panting and then she was screaming as an orgasm washed over her.
That was all he could take. A few hard thrusts and he was over the edge too. He caught her as she almost tumbled onto the floor. On shaky legs they managed to cross the room and topple into bed, breathing hard.
Lillian was up early with Gavin the next morning. He kissed her and went to shower before going outside to start the chores. She pulled on her clothes and crept downstairs to shower before Wendy woke up.
She moved silently, even missing the squeaky step, and froze at the bottom. What was that? She can’t be awake, it’s too early. The sound didn’t come again so she darted into the bathroom.
By the time Wendy made it upstairs Gavin and Lillian were enjoying a stack of French toast. “Oh good, you’re up. I thought you were going to sleep the whole weekend away,” Lillian said. “Dig in, looks like I’ll need to make some more.”
“Smells good,” Wendy said, heaping her plate. “Are we going riding today?”
“I promised. It’s cool out, so wear layers, but we can really run the horses today since they won’t over heat.”
“That sounds fun!”
Lillian kissed Wendy on the forehead. “Yes, it does. Eat up, you’ll be busy today.”
Chapter 9
It snowed the first week of December just enough of a dusting to turn the lawn white and cover the trees in silver frost. Lillian thought it was beautiful but by lunch the first day the driveway was a slushy mess. It took a full week of continually cooling temperatures and drifting snow to make the winter wonderland scene more permanent and festive.
Winter, it turned out, was a busy time for Lillian. She had exams online that she had to sit through, Gavin was going through socks and mittens at a rate that kept the washing machine and dryer humming steadily most days, and after being outside all morning he wanted a hot lunch instead of cold cuts on rye bread which meant an extra meal’s worth of cooking and dishes.
On top of all that a letter came home with Wendy saying she’d missed several deadlines since Veterans’ Day. She’s spending too much time with those horses, Lillian thought, setting the letter aside.
At dinner that night Lillian said, “Wendy, we need to talk about your homework.”
Wendy poked her ham with her fork and said nothing.
“I know you love those horses and I don’t want to take them away from you, so we’ll make a deal. Because it gets dark so early you can have half an hour with them after school every day and then inside for supper and homework. On the weekends homework comes first and if you work hard at it you should be able to spend most of your afternoons out in the barn. Okay?”
“Sure, okay.”
Lillian was sure it was a fair compromise, but the way Wendy moped she wasn’t sure.
“It’s almost break,” Gavin said. “We’ll go riding every day for two weeks. Deal?”
Wendy forced a smile. “It’s a deal. Can I go downstairs? I have math to do.”
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She shrugged.
“Okay, you can go. I’ll come and check on you closer to bed time.” When she was sure Wendy was gone she said, “Did I do the right thing?”
“I’m just the boyfriend, not her dad,” Gavin said. “But yes, you treated her fairly, and a lot more leniently than my mom would have. Are you coming up tonight?”
Lillian nodded. “I’m so used to you being there, it’s cold when I sleep alone now.”
“You could turn up the heat.”
“I tried that last time; Wendy complained it was too hot.”
Gavin laughed. “Maybe it’s time to tell her.”
“No, there’s something bothering her. I don’t want to upset her more until I know what’s going on.”
“All right.” He laid a hand over hers. “But don’t wait too long. I hope she and I are friends enough that she’ll be okay with this.”
“Me too.”
A few weeks later Lillian set a pot of stew on the table and said, “Dig in, I’m going to check on Wendy, she’s not answering me.”
“Let me know if there’s anything I can help with.”
Lillian went down and knocked on Wendy’s door. “Hey, sweetie, are you coming up for supper? I made chicken stew and those biscuits you like.”
“No.”
“Can you at least come out here a minute? I hate talking through the door.”
When Wendy opened the door her eyes were red and she was trying not to look her mom in the face.
“Wendy, what’s wrong? Have you been crying?”
Wendy shook her head but burst out in tears. Lillian opened her arms and Wendy fell into them.
“What’s wrong?”
“I hate going to school,” she wailed.
“Oh, honey, I know it can be hard being in a new place but I thought you were setting in okay. What changed?”
“I don’t know! No one will talk to me, except to make fun of me. They tell me to go back to the city. They say I shouldn’t be in school because I’ll never be anything, that’ll I’ll be on welfare and on drugs. One of them even told me to kill myself.”
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