by Lacey Black
When she comes out of the bathroom, I almost come in my pants like a teenager. Erin changed from her black sweater into a form fitting white button down shirt, a tight black pencil skirt and those sexy fuck-me pumps. She also has her hair up in a bun on the back of her head, and she’s wearing her black rimmed reading glasses. She is officially the world’s sexiest librarian.
She walks over and turns on my stereo that is sitting in my entertainment center, flipping it to a station playing some sort of dance music. As she gets closer to me, I can see black lace through her white shirt. I grow painfully hard and am itching to jump up off this couch and grab a hold of her, throwing her down on the couch, but I know she has something up her sleeve so I remain seated and patiently – or more accurately impatiently - wait.
The look on her beautiful face tells me she’s both excited and nervous as hell. I know that she’s so far out of her comfort zone right now as she walks around like a damned wet dream.
When a new song starts, Erin starts to gently sway her hips in time with the music. Fuck me! She’s going to dance! I watch the seductive sway of her hips as she begins to dip a little with the music as she sways back and forth. She closes her eyes as she lets the beat of the music take over her body and she places her hands on her thighs. I don’t think it’s possible to get any harder, but somehow I manage. I’m afraid my dick might actually explode.
I sit back and watch – I couldn’t take my eyes away from this if I tried - as Erin reaches up and slowly starts to unbutton the buttons on the shirt while she continues the slow, seductive moves of her hips. She does it slowly, so painfully slow, as she moves along to the beat of the music.
Once she reaches the bottom button on the shirt, she opens her eyes and I get a full view of what she’s wearing underneath. It’s the sexiest black and white lace bra I’ve ever seen. The lace leaves little to the imagination. My eyes burn hot as I stare at her beautiful chest and her nipples are actually growing into hard nubs under my intense scrutiny. I watch as she inhales sharply at the uncontrollable reaction her body has to my examination.
Erin slowly lets the shirt slip over her shoulders and slide down her arms, dropping it on the floor behind her, as she continues to sway seductive to the beat of the music. She slowly turns around and I’m treated to the view from behind. Her heart-shaped ass is accentuated perfectly in the tight, black skirt. She looks at me over her shoulder as she reaches around and slowly tugs on the zipper in the back of the skirt.
My eyes drop down to the curve of her ass, to the skin that she’s exposing little by little as she tugs the zipper down. When I see white and black peeking through the zipper opening, I almost leap up off the couch. She’s going so damn slow it’s killing me. I want to rip that skirt off her body so quickly that I don’t care what condition it would leave the skirt in when I’m done and run my hands all over her body, from head to toe.
As she starts to shimmy and shake her hips, her hands pushing the skirt down her hips, I finally get a full view of what she has been hiding underneath that skirt. It’s a combination of black lace and white satin boy cut panties. I can’t control the loud moan that comes from my throat. I can’t take my eyes off of her body. She’s so fucking beautiful.
When she actually bends over and reaches down to touch her ankles, treating me to a full back view of her in those delicious panties, I’m on my feet before I even comprehend that I’m moving. I reach her as she looks over her shoulder at me, still bent over in that unbelievably sexy position, and has me so turned on that I think I’m going to die if I don’t touch her. Right. Now. Her eyes are wide and full of lust, her mouth open as she pants uncontrollably.
Erin quickly stands up and turns to face me. As I reach for her, she holds her hand out to me, palm straight out as if ordering me to stop. I immediately stop and stare at her, my eyes as wild as hers, I’m sure. She takes a step forward and places her hand flat against my chest, giving it a gently shove which causes me to fall back onto the couch again.
As I look up at her from my position on the couch, she walks over – still in her fuck-me heels, by the way – and stands before me with her feet shoulder-width apart, hands on her hips. Her hair is still up in the bun and she’s wearing her reading glasses. If librarians ever actually looked like this, I would have spent more time in a library, that’s for sure. But, I’m so damn glad she only looks like this now, with me in private. This wild, exotic Erin is for my eyes only! She’s mine.
Erin reaches up and removes the clip from her hair causing her red ringlets to tumble down around her shoulders. She gives me the most seductive smile as she reaches up and removes her glasses, throwing them aside on the couch. She then steps forward and places her knees on either side of my thighs, straddling me where I sit. My mind can’t even begin to process what is happening. Aliens could land in the front yard, SWAT could storm my house, a tornado could rip this place to shreds and I wouldn’t care in the least. All I care about, all I need is to satisfy this uncontrollable desire I have to touch her, kiss her, and bury myself inside her all at the exact same time.
My hands wrap around her waist as I drag her forward so her center is rubbing against mine. I growl loudly at the friction created by the motions. I can feel the heat radiating from her center, I can smell her arousal, and it’s driving me crazy. I grind myself against her and watch as her eyes flutter closed.
“I need to touch you, darlin’,” I hear myself say.
“Touch me, Jake,” she replies breathlessly.
My hands are everywhere – her hips, her ass, her stomach, her breasts. Erin grinds against my groin causing us both to moan in torturous pleasure. I want to take this slow – I need to take this slow – or it will be over all too soon. She went through all this work to give me this show, the least I can do is to make this moment last for her.
I reach up and run my fingers along her lace covered breasts, palming her breasts in my hands. I pull her chest against me, bringing her breasts up to my mouth. I devour her lace covered mounds, sucking one inside my hot mouth. After I feast on one, I make sure to give the other equal attention.
I slowly drag the lace down to expose her hard peeks. I gorge on the vision before me, feasting on her breasts like I’m a man possessed. Erin arches her back pressing down on our centers and forcing her breasts to my face.
My hands slide down her body and seek out the heat between her legs. I rub over her through the lace and satin. She’s already soaked. Erin starts to grind herself against my hand as she seeks relief from the desire coursing through her body. I pull her panties aside and slide my fingers along her core, rubbing her wetness around. Erin moans loudly as she wiggles and shakes uncontrollably.
I slip one finger inside of her body, watching the ecstasy on her face as it invades her body. I quickly add a second finger as my other hand grabs onto her hip, firmly holding her in place. I continue my assault on her wetness until I know she’s ready to come. I back off and pull my fingers out, causing her to whimper at the loss of connection.
My lips finally seek hers as we crash in a fiercely hot kiss of lips and tongue. Without breaking the connection of our mouths, I push her hips up a little to get to my belt. One handed, I unbuckle my belt and unbutton my pants while she makes fast work at removing her panties and bra. Her hands dive down and she rubs my hardness through my jeans before she finally helps me pull my zipper down.
Once my zipper is down, I lift my hips and shimmy until my jeans clear my hips and thighs and are down around my ankles. I try bending forward and make a grab at my back pocket on my jeans for my wallet.
“No,” she whispers against my lips. “I want to feel you. All of you.”
My brain officially short circuits. I’ve never gone bareback before. Ever. But I have this irrepressible desire to do it now with Erin.
“I’m on the pill,” she whispers. “And I’m clean.”
I moan as I forego my quest to retrieve my wallet. “I’m clean, too. I promise. I’ve never h
ad sex without a condom before.”
“Me neither,” she says with a shy smile on her face as she rises up slightly on her knees, her heels scraping the outsides of my legs. I position myself at her entrance and stare deep into her green eyes as Erin slowly lowers herself down onto my rock hard shaft.
I’m assaulted by her tightness, her warmth, her wetness. It’s everywhere and I can feel it so completely that I’m utterly lost in the moment. I realize as I look up into Erin’s beautiful emerald eyes, I am completely in love with her. I am so fucking in love with her that I can’t think or see straight.
When I am completely inside of Erin, buried to the hilt, my lips latch onto hers in another smoldering kiss. She gently starts to move up and down, grinding down on me recklessly. I’m already so damn close to exploding inside of her, but I do everything I can to hang on a little bit longer.
After a few moments, her pace begins to quicken. She pulls away from my kiss and sits up, riding me without abandon. I’m mesmerized by the bounce of her breasts, the rise and fall of her hips. I feel her insides start to grip me so damn tightly that it pushes me completely over the edge. I grip her hips firmly as I hold on to her for dear life while she rides me. She screams my name as her release takes over her body, and I’m right there with her. I pump up into her a few times before my entire body goes limp with sweet release.
Erin falls forward onto my chest, our slick bodies sticking together, as we both struggle to catch our breath. I wrap my arms around her and close my eyes, breathing in her sweet scent and just enjoying the feel of her body against mine, surrounding me.
“That was amazing,” she whispers.
“That was so much more than amazing. I don’t think there’s a word for it.”
Erin chuckles and I feel her breasts press firmly against my chest. After I catch my breath, I gently pull back and out of her, losing our connection. I reach down and grab my t-shirt to use to aid in our clean up. I’ve never had to do this without just dropping the condom in the garbage. This way is a little messier but way better.
I also go to work on untying my shoes, kicking them off, and losing my pants. I leave them lying on a pile in the floor as I turn back to Erin, pick her up in my arms, and carry her towards my bedroom.
I lay her in the middle of my bed and climb in next to her. Once we’re under the warm covers, I get as close to her as humanly possible. She’s smashed against my side, head resting on my shoulder, and leg thrown over my leg. She sighs deeply as she relaxes in my embrace.
“I have no idea what got into you tonight, but that was the sexiest damn thing that’s ever happened to me,” I mumble.
She giggles against my chest. “Well, I think it was time for me to step out of my comfort zone a little. I’m glad you liked it.”
“Liked it? Darlin, I almost stroked out when you started dancing. I’ll let you do that anytime you want.”
“I’ll keep that in mind. Good night,” she mumbles as sleep starts to take over.
I lean down and kiss the top of her head as I rub my hand up and down her back. “Night, Erin.”
As I listen to Erin’s breathing even out in sleep, I realize that tonight was a turning point for both of us. Erin opened up to me like she’s never done before and did something that was far out of the safety of her comfort zone. And I realized that my heart was capable of loving someone who isn’t my family. Erin. I love Erin. Now, I just need to figure out where exactly we go from here.
Chapter Sixteen
Erin
Sunday afternoon brings my first official Sunday family dinner with Jake and his entire family. I’m honestly a little nervous at the thought of seeing all of Jake’s family in their element at a small intimate family gathering.
As we make our way up the long driveway, I can’t help but be in awe of the beautiful home at the end of the lane. There’s grass and even timber everywhere. I couldn’t imagine growing up in a place like this. I grew up in rooms that constantly changed and the view was never this beautiful. Even when I was in Rivers Edge in seventh grade, we had a house in the ‘city’ part of town where you had neighbors on all sides. This place is calm. Peaceful. Serene. I really like it.
My thoughts drift to a large house, similar to this one, and the vision of children running and playing everywhere. I’ve always known that I wanted a child someday, but when I imagine Jake in that picture now, I quickly realize that I don’t want a child, I want a ton. A ton of little Jake’s running around the yard, playing games, and reading under the shade of a big oak tree. As long as Jake is a part of the picture, I want everything.
Last night after the party and my little strip show, I realized that I want it all. I want it all, and I want it with Jake. Marriage. Family. Forever. My heart will never beat the same way again. When Jake was laid up in the hospital after being shot, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I was in love with him. But last night - while I was securely tucked in his arms - was the first time I felt complete. I felt whole. I felt cherished and loved in return.
I had to stop myself from blurting it out in that comfortable moment while he was dozing off to sleep. However, if there’s one thing I know, it’s that Jake would have freaked out and pulled away from me. He isn’t exactly a long-term-relationship kind of guy. He said that himself - many times over. So, I know that slow and steady is the only way to go with him or I risk crushing everything we’re building.
Jake parks his truck next to Maddox’s and comes around to help me down. Once we near the front door, we can hear all of the sounds of the large family inside, even through the closed door.
Once Jake opens the door and we step over the threshold, my senses are on overload. I see a large, open home full of family photos and mementos. I hear all of the guys in the living room, all trying to talk over the television and each other. I hear Brooklyn’s giggles, and Avery and Mrs. Stevens talking wedding stuff in the dining room. I can smell what I can only describe as mouth watering Mexican food. I can sense the happiness of family from within these walls. I feel their love.
“Hey, you guys,” Avery says from the dining room table. “Come on in here.”
I walk in the large dining room and give her a quick hug as Jake does the same for his mom and then sister. “What are you doing?” he asks.
“Last minute wedding stuff,” Avery replies and dives back into the stack of wedding memorabilia spread out all over the table.
“Time for me to go say hey to the guys,” Jake says as he leans in and kisses me on the cheek before high-tailing it out of the room as quickly as possible.
“What can I help you do?” I ask as I take a seat at the table across from Avery and her mom.
“Here. Get to folding these programs for the ceremony, please,” Avery says as she scoots a stack of paper across the table to me. “I can’t believe this is my last weekend to finish everything up, and it’s almost over!”
“What else do you need help with? I have some free time when it gets quiet at the library. I can help you with whatever.”
“Oh, thank you so much for the offer. We’re actually doing really well; I just can’t help but stress a little and be a little dramatic.”
“Well, the offer stands. If I can help, just call me.”
“Thank you. I’ll keep that in mind.”
Thirty minutes later, all of the programs are folded as well as the place cards for the reception. “Mom, is the seating chart complete?”
“Sure is, honey.” Mrs. Stevens looks over at me. “I have you seated next to Jake at Avery’s table. I hope that’s okay.”
“Oh, sure. You could just put me wherever, though. Don’t create room for me at the head table. I’d be fine some other place.”
“Oh, don’t be silly, dear. There is plenty of room for you at that table with Avery and Maddox, Holly, Aiden, and Jessica. Jake’s the only one that RSVP’d for two.”
“He did?” I ask curiously. Didn’t he have to RSVP like weeks ago?
“Of course
he did. Why? Didn’t he ask you?”
“Actually, no he hasn’t. He always just assumes stuff. Drives me crazy,” I mumble under my breath, but of course his mom hears me.
“Oh my God! I didn’t give you an official invite because he told me he was going to ask you and to not worry about it! I’m going to kill him!” Avery exclaims with a huge exhale of frustrated breath.
“That’s our Jake. He’s always been a take-charge kind of guy. Even as a kid, he was the bossy one. It probably comes with being the oldest. You’re just going to have to put your foot down and put him in his place when you need to, dear. I’m sure it won’t take you too long to learn how to run the show without him realizing you, in fact, are running it and not him,” Mrs. Stevens says with a sly grin.
Avery and I both laugh as we clean up our mess left on the dining room table as Mrs. Stevens heads off into the kitchen to get everything ready for supper. Once our clean up is complete, we join her to get dinner ready for the family.
The Stevens kitchen is large and inviting, much like the rest of the home. There’s a small kitchen table in the corner of the room under a big wall of windows. I can picture Mr. and Mrs. Stevens sitting at the table with their morning coffee and watching the wildlife frolic in their backyard. A large island sits in the middle of the room with plenty of counter space for cooking. I can see Brooklyn, and maybe even small Stevens boys sitting on the counter and helping Elizabeth cook.
Dinner smells absolutely delicious. Mrs. Stevens pulls a big pan of chicken enchiladas out of the oven while Avery and I go about getting all the taco ingredients out of the fridge and plates and utensils ready for the masses. I can definitely picture myself helping these women set up for family dinners every Sunday.
“Avery, go rally the troops. Dinner’s ready,” Mrs. Stevens says as she removes the taco meat from the stovetop.