by Vivien Vale
“She has her own camera, too. She’s good at drawing,” I tell him, acutely aware of how little he knows about our daughter. Every time I’m reminded of this fact, the guilt spreads through me like a raging river.
“Our daughter is just perfect,” he says after a while and smiles.
When he smiles his features soften, and he becomes even sexier.
“Now you’re being a typical parent,” I tease and watch him digest this statement. “You’re right, though,” I add quickly, “she’s pretty special.”
For a while, he just scrubs the mug, and I fear he may keep going until all the paint’s been peeled off.
I gently grab it from him and put it on the drying rack.
Our fingers touch again, and I don’t want to pull away.
This time, he grabs my hand and squeezes it.
The way he looks at me makes me feel as if he’s trying to look into my soul. He’s undressing me and caressing me.
I don’t want this moment to end. Life seems almost perfect, and yet I want more.
I want Boone. I want him. I need him now.
Judging from the bulge in his pants, he feels the same way. I can practically feel his testosterone bounce around the room and chase its target—my raging hormones.
“I think I’ll get some baking soda for the sink from the pantry,” I mumble and watch him move there already, in perfect step with me.
I think we both know what we’re really going to the pantry for…and it’s not baking soda.
Chapter 19
Boone
Bang!
The pantry door clicks shut behind me like a starting gun.
I hope this means what I think it means. Fucking please.
Margot swings around just as I reach for her. She’s so irresistible. Our lips lock instinctively as I wrap her in my arms.
I’m trying to go slow. Gently, slowly, I taste her lips and sweep across them with my tongue.
But Margot is having none of that. She’s aggressive as she grabs my face, running her fingers through my hair and pulling me deeper into her embrace as we devour each other.
I’m shocked this is happening. It’s a dream come true.
Fucking hell. If someone had told me a day ago I would have her in my arms again, I wouldn’t have believed it.
All the years of aching for her have culminated to this point.
I’ve wanted and needed her so much. Her soft voice and gentle mannerisms have always been a balm to my soul.
Stroking my hands down her back to her ass, I slowly feel the lush silhouette I’ve dreamt about.
She feels so good in my hands. I can’t help becoming more aggressive as she moans into my mouth.
She seems to be starving for me as much as I am for her. If only she knew.
I’d sound like an idiot if I told her how much I’ve missed her. Missed this.
Kneading her ass, I gently rock her against my hard cock. He’s starving for attention as much as I am.
He can wait, though, since I don’t want to scare her away.
This is the mother of my child, for Christ’s sake. She deserves so much more than a quick fuck in a pantry!
I can control myself. I just need to take care of her. Show her how great we can be—together.
Pulling my lips from hers, I lean our foreheads together. “Is this okay?”
It’s kind of a silly question, because her hands have left my head and quickly proceeded to work the buttons on the front of my shirt.
“Oh, yes!” Her breathless whisper only ramps me up more. “I just need to touch you.”
I’m all for that. I could explode just from her looking, but I need everything from her.
I’ve always wanted everything with her, I realize.
Her lips are swollen from our kisses. Plump and tempting, I can’t stop kissing her. Devouring her.
Leaning in, I press my lips to hers again, and she whimpers so sweetly as she opens for me.
Tongues tangling, I work the buttons on the front of her borrowed flannel shirt.
This is a dream come true. Feeling her soft skin under my hands. Breathing her sweet scent.
Un-fucking-believable.
Her hands sweep my shirt off my shoulders, and I pause from working on her shirt to shake it to the floor.
Her small, soft hands feel wonderful as she strokes the contours of my chest.
Breaking our mouths apart, I press gentle kisses down the line of her jaw and on to her neck.
Our heavy breathing echoes in the small room.
Looking down, I open the shirt to gaze upon the one body I’ve longed for.
Her chest is larger than I remember and heaves tightly against her form-fitting bra.
“You are so beautiful.”
Her head that was rolling backwards tilts up towards me quickly. She looks worried. “You’re not disappointed?”
What a stupid fucking question.
She obviously has no idea what she does to me. The pulse in my cock is throbbing in agreement.
“Margot, you have always been the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. That hasn’t changed.”
Her eyes flutter shut as she slowly exhales.
I see the relief most clearly in her shoulders as they settle along with her head.
Grabbing her dropping chin, I tilt it back to force her to look at me again.
Her eyes snap open as I lean in to press a firm, chaste kiss to her stunning lips.
“Beautiful.”
I kiss her lips again before slowly kissing her chin and dropping to my knees.
I hear her breathing pick up as she anticipates my touch.
I’m perfectly eye-level with her chest. What a vision. But I want this bra off.
I slowly run my hands down each side of her neck and down to her waist.
Reaching up behind her back, I pop the clasp on her bra.
Lifting the cups from her chest, I admire the view before leaning in to kiss one pert nipple and then the other.
Arching her back into me, she presses her chest firmly against my mouth as I cup them together and suckle one.
Her low, keening moan has her dropping her head back as we both enjoy this intimate moment.
“Oh, Boone, that feels so wonderful.” Her hands have moved into my hair again, stroking and scratching my scalp.
I continue to suckle and worship the bounty in my hands. It’s heaven and hell as my cock screams his demands.
Visions of rubbing him between these soft globes has me pulling away before he gets out of hand.
Glancing up, I see her bright eyes watching me.
Tweaking her perky nipples lightly, I kiss a line between them and down to the top of her underwear, never breaking eye contact.
I want to give her every opportunity to stop me, but I just can’t help myself.
My body has taken over as the smell of her arousal hits me. I’ll stop if she says to, but until then—all bets are off.
Her soft belly quivers under my lips as I move my hands to her hips and reach around to slowly caress her ass.
Kissing my way down over her underwear, I reach where I know she needs me the most.
The soft cotton is wet under my tongue as I press an open mouth kiss right where I know her clit is.
Oh, yes, she jumps and grabs my shoulders as the shock hits her system.
Holding her ass firmly, I look up as her pants become harsher.
“Boone! Boone, please!”
Her breathless pleas are all I need.
If I could stay here forever, just listening to her, tasting her and feeling her under my hands and tongue, I would.
It’s heaven and hell as I slowly pull her underwear down to expose my prize.
When her underwear reaches her knees, I look back up to assess her expression. She appears to be holding her breath.
“You’re perfect here.” I accentuate my statement by slowly swirling my thumb down into her wet blonde curls.
They are pe
rfect. Just slightly darker where her wet juices have saturated them.
Using both hands, I run my thumbs together from her opening to her clit, gently peeling her lips back to expose her wet hood and clit.
I can’t resist leaning in and gently licking.
Her taste explodes across my tongue. Sweet and tangy. I’m lost.
So good. She’s so good.
My control is slipping.
I’m thankful I’m wearing pants. She makes me want to explode just from her taste.
Her quick intake of breath tells me she’s not unaffected. Looking up, I can’t help but confirm one more time.
“Okay?”
“Yes. Perfect.”
I couldn’t agree with her words more.
Slipping my tongue between her folds, I savor the flavor that is my Margot.
Perfect is the understatement of the year.
Her sweet, slick cunt opens to me, and I moan as my tongue lowers deeper inside her.
I realize her underwear has dropped to the floor, and she’s grabbing the shelves as her hips arch into the rhythm of my tongue.
Pulling her left thigh over my right shoulder, I grasp her left butt cheek and pull her closer onto my wet tongue.
Swirling and sucking, I let her know exactly how much I need her. All of her.
Her right hand steadies herself on the shelf as her left threads through my hair again.
She’s lost all semblance of control too as she rides my face as eagerly as my tongue plunges into her pussy.
Using my right hand, I slide it between her legs and slowly work my thumb against her opening. Silky, dripping, and very tight.
I feel her start to pull my thumb gently inside. I concentrate on licking and sucking her clit in a steady rhythm, so she has no choice but to come on my face.
Her breathless panting is escalating, and I look up to enjoy the sight of her losing control.
As I press my thumb firmly against the front wall of her tight cunt, I suck hard.
It feels surreal as she arches above me, body tightening, moaning long and low.
I feel her come apart in my hands, and I’m sure heaven will never be better than this.
She’s so beautiful, so responsive.
I’m sure she was made specifically for me.
Now it’s just a matter of convincing her.
It may take time, but someday, I’ll make sure she knows it just as well as I do.
Chapter 20
Margot
I’m breathing heavily. My knees are shaking like crazy. If Boone wasn’t holding me, I would fall to the floor.
God, this man has some skills.
Even though he made me come, I need more.
I need more of him.
My pussy is throbbing with the need to have him inside me.
It’s been too long, and to be this close to him again…I can’t wait another second.
I thread one hand into his hair and tug on it. He doesn’t move.
“Boone! I need you. Now. Please.”
He growls, and I gasp.
It’s on.
I grab the top of his jeans and work the button free and slide the zipper down. Boone knocks my hands away to tug the jeans down. He’s not wearing boxers, so his cock springs free.
I only have a second to admire him before he places his hands on my hips.
“Wrap your legs around me baby,” he says.
I do as he says without hesitation.
His erection rubs against my folds once I have my legs secured around him.
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!
Chapter 21
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.