When he released her mouth after giving it one hell of a tasting, she dropped her face to his chest and he wrapped his arms around her. He understood since he needed to get his bearings as well. Kissing her always did that to him. Made him want her even more.
She slowly lifted her face and tilted her head back to gaze into his eyes. It was dark and the only light was from the full moon overhead. It was hard to believe this was the last day in December when the temperature was such where she didn’t even need a jacket.
“Why do you make me do it?” she asked.
He reached out and pushed a lock of hair from her face. “And just what is it that I make you do, sweetheart.”
She was silent for a moment and then she said. “Make me forget that I’m old enough to know better. So are you. Yet we’re out here on my best friend’s back porch copping a kiss. We’re adults and not horny teenagers. AARP considers us senior citizens,” she said.
He chuckled. “So what does that have to do with anything when it comes to making love with my woman?”
She lifted a brow. “Your woman?”
“Yes, my woman. Now come on let’s head over to that greenhouse. We have less than thirty minutes before the clock strikes twelve.”
* * *
Peggy stood back as Willie unlocked the door. She had been serious when she’d told him they weren’t acting like adults who should know better, but a bunch of horny teenagers. But that conclusion wasn’t enough to make her ask that he escort her back inside the house to the party. In fact, more than anything she wanted to be alone with him when the New Year arrived. Alone with him any way he wanted her.
Now it was Willie who stood back and after meeting his gaze she slipped past him when he opened the door to the greenhouse. It was dark and the plants crowded all around made it appear even darker. Taking her hand in his he led her around a huge flowering plant. “We’re going toward the back,” he whispered.
She tried keeping up with his long strides and asked. “You’ve been here before?”
“Yes, earlier while helping John with the decorations. He needed a screwdriver and remembered he’d left it out here.”
He glanced down at her. “You’ve never been out here?”
She shook her head. “No. I knew John was having it built, but figured it was a man thing since Toni doesn’t have a green thumb.”
He rounded a corner of more plants as he looked down at her without missing a step. “What about you? Do you have a green thumb?”
She smiled. “No. In case you hadn’t noticed, I don’t have any live plants in my house.”
He’d noticed. Another thing he noticed whenever he walked through her door was that it carried her scent. A seductive scent that would lure him over the threshold each and every time. It was a scent that would make him want to reach out to her, pull her into his arms and kiss her in a way she deserved to be kissed whenever he saw her. With unadulterated passion.
“Okay this is it,” he said stopping. “The perfect spot. We can’t be seen from the house.”
She stopped and glanced around. It was still dark but from the moon’s glow she saw a variety of plants neatly lined in a row. She glanced up. The roof was a clear ceiling to allow for direct sunlight during daylight hours. She gazed back at him. “And you know this how?”
He grinned. “Like I said. I scoped out the place earlier when I came out here with John. And do you know why I went to all that trouble?” he asked, slowly advancing on her.
She slowly backed up as shivers of anticipation touched her every nerve. “I have a clue but tell me anyway.” She stopped walking when she felt her back pressed against a door. She hadn’t known a door was there. And it was a solid door.
He moved and came to a stop in front of her. “I can show you better than I can tell you,” he said, coming to a stop in front of her and leaning closer, whispering against her lips.
“Then show me.”
Before she could pull in her next breath Willie’s mouth was on hers, tasting her, and she was tasting him back. Where did all this passion come from? She wondered. All this desire? It was always this way between them, and had been there since their first kiss and hadn’t let up any. She liked kissing him. She liked the feel of him kissing her. His kisses made her feel things that Joe’s never did. His tongue had a way of moving inside her mouth, searching out some areas while conquering others. It would stake its claim again no matter how often it had covered the same territory in a prior kiss. And then there was his scent that was mingling with the fragrance of all those plants around them. This was insane. It really was.
He pulled back breaking the kiss but his lips hovered over hers. “Do you know where I want to be at the stroke of midnight, when the New Year comes in, Peggy?” he asked against her moist lips.
She shook her head. “No. Where?”
“Buried deep inside of you.”
A part of her melted to the floor right then and there.
Visions of that very thing flashed through her head; especially with the feel of his long, hard erection poking at the juncture of her legs. She drew in another deep breath, pulling his manly scent in with it. She could feel the heat and the sexual tension surrounding them. And then as goose bumps formed on her arms, shivers raced up her spine, she couldn’t fight this, nor did she want to. So she whispered him a challenge. “Make it happen.”
In the darkness she saw the white of his teeth reflected in a smile. And she knew she’d done it now and no matter what, he wouldn’t back off. But then, she really didn’t want him to. She wanted to complete just what he’d started.
Her dress was short so he didn’t have much to push up out of his way, all the way pass her chest to reveal her black lacy bra. He probably couldn’t see much but that didn’t stop his mouth from honing in on her breasts like radar. And when he tugged her bra down a bit, his mouth immediately aimed for a nipple. She felt her panties get wet the moment he began sucking at her breasts and she let out an intense moan and grabbed hold of his head to keep him there. Sensations were tearing into her, going straight for her womanly core.
“Willie.”
She moaned his name low in her throat and that only made him feed on her breasts even more with an intensity that made them even more erect. He could make even the simplest process mind blowing. Pleasure was coursing through her all the way to her toes and when his mouth tugged at her nipples, a similar tug was taking place between her legs.
When he finally lifted his head she wanted to scream to tell him not to stop. She had enjoyed all the sensations his mouth on her breasts had evoked. She wondered if he knew just what he was doing to her and quickly concluded that yes, he did. He knew and was milking it for all it was worth…or he tried to.
She was pulled back to reality when Willie stooped to ease her fishnet panty hose down her legs. And when he’d completed the task he was in direct eye contact with the area between her thighs. And she moaned when he leaned in closer and pressed a kiss, right there at her center. But he didn’t stop there and she knew what he intended to do. He was going to build an intense hunger within her by feasting on her right there. He knew that was her weak spot and whenever he touched her there, either with his fingers or his mouth, she would practically lose it. And as much as doing something like that to her triggered everything sexual inside of her, oral sex was something she and Joe had never shared. But thanks to Willie, she was making up for lost time.
She heard him murmuring something but couldn’t exactly make out what he was saying. But she felt the heat of his breath on the curly surface of her womanhood. He reached out and touched her, traced the tips of fingers between her thighs to test her wetness. His touch seemed to cause even more feminine juices to flow and she released a deep moan when he inserted a finger inside of her, moved it around and began working it, stirring up a magnitude of heat.
“Willie!”
Instead of answering her, he leaned forward to replace his finger with his mouth, lapping her up like satisfying h
is hunger for the taste of her was something he just had to do. Immersed in pleasure so thick she probably could have cut it with a knife, she kept from getting weak in the knees by gripping hold to his shoulders. Until him, she’d never imagined something like this was so sensual and could give her so much gratification.
And when an explosion hit that was so intense she had to bite down on her lip to keep from screaming out, he plunged his tongue even deeper inside of her, determined to taste her to the very last drop. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as sensuous sensations slammed into her, making her moan his name over and over. And he was still licking her when the last moan flowed from her mouth.
It was only then while she recovered from her orgasm that he moved to stand on his feet to unbuckle his belt, unfastened his jeans and eased them to his thighs. They wouldn’t get completely undressed and she understood why. They didn’t anticipate unexpected visitors but it was better to be safe than sorry.
And speaking of safe, although she couldn’t see that well in the darkened area, she knew he was taking the time to put on a condom.
“We have less than five minutes,” he whispered.
“Ready when you are.” She saw the flash of white teeth again and she couldn’t help but return his smile.
“And how do you feel?” he asked, reaching out and lifting her up and spreading her thighs so she could wrapped her legs around him. He nudged her legs even farther apart with his knee.
“I told you how I felt. Like we should know better.”
He chuckled against her lips. “We do know better. We’re old enough to know this is better. I believe in the age-old theory that variety is the spice of life.”
And then he kissed her fiercely and continued kissing her until he heard the loud noise coming from the house. He quickly glanced at his watch. Everyone was starting the countdown. He glanced back at her and the look displayed in his eyes was that of pure hunger.
There was no way she could not participate and reached out took hold of his engorged shaft and led it to her entry. Her heart began beating deep in her chest as he began entering her. She gasped, feeling every rock hard inch of him as he moved past the womanly folds and into her hot flesh, filling her to capacity. He paused a moment when he reached the hilt as if wanting her to see just how he deep her was inside of her.
And then he began moving, one long stroke after another, over and over, and suddenly it seemed the sky lit up, and them along with it when she exploded into a million pieces and he followed behind her doing the same. Cheers she heard from house made her glance up. The sky above their heads lit up and erupted into a thousand different colors when fireworks went off. But not even those fireworks couldn’t compare to the ones they’d just shared.
“Happy New Year, Willie,” she said on a breathless sigh. He got his wish since he was still buried deep inside of her.
“Happy New Year to you, sweetheart.” And then he gave another long stroke and they climaxed again as he captured her mouth in a long, and urgent kiss.
* * *
“I think we should return to the party now. Toni and John are probably wondering what happened to us,” Peggy said.
Willie pulled in a deep breath when she unwrapped her legs from around him and he placed his hands around her waist to steady her when she stood on her feet again. He wasn’t ready to pull out of her so he slid his arms to the sides of her body and began caressing her bare skin. He liked touching her. Whenever they were apart he missed this, missed being with her, sharing his body with her. He missed her scent, her smile and every single thing about her.
And at that moment he wanted more. He wanted to make love to her all over again but knew he couldn’t do it here. He’d enjoyed taking her against the wall but the next time he wanted to stretch her out on a bed. Leaning closer he captured her mouth and then mated with it. He liked her taste and couldn’t get enough of it no matter where his mouth landed on her flesh.
“You are the sexiest woman I know, Peggy Morrison.”
He could see the look in her eyes. And now after overhearing the conversation she’d shared earlier with Toni, he could now read that look. She wanted to believe not only those words but all the compliments he’d ever given her. Deep down she wanted to believe she could hold her own against any other woman, young or old. And if he needed to continue to tell her that, boost her confidence in that arena then so be it. His lady deserved all that she wanted and more. Just being with her had the ability to fill him with emotions so deep he knew he had to have more between them. More than what had turned into a weekly visit to Orlando to spend with her.
He stepped back to pull out of her and immediately felt a sense of loss that affected his entire groin. If only she knew what she did to him and how profound their lovemaking sessions were, no matter when, where and how they came about.
For the next ten minutes they readjusted their clothes. And when they felt certain they looked presentable again, he took her hand in his to leave the greenhouse. Before opening the door Willie turned her into his arms. Those breasts he’d tasted earlier felt good pressed against his chest. And when he lowered his mouth to hers he knew he would have memories of this night all through the New Year and beyond.
Six
“So how was your New Year’s, Mom?”
Peggy glanced up from the stack of Christmas cards she was putting away. Sonya claimed she was the only person she knew who saved her cards from year to year. She would place them neatly in shoe boxes and label the boxes with the year the cards had been received.
“It was nice,” she said, knowing that was an understatement. “Willie and I went to a party at Toni’s.”
Peggy inwardly smiled. That hadn’t been all they’d done at Toni’s. Even now she couldn’t believe what she and Willie had done in that greenhouse. By the time they returned to the house a lot of the guests had already left and thankfully, John and Toni had pretended they hadn’t been missed.
“And before I forget, Willie said that Kelly sends her congratulations on your pregnancy. Seems the two of you will be delivering babies within months of each other.”
Sonya, who was sitting on the sofa watching her mother pack up the cards smiled and said. “I think that’s neat. Do you know whether Kelly and Norris want to know the sex of the baby before it’s born?”
“Willie didn’t say.” Peggy stretched her shoulders and pushed her fingers through her hair thinking it had gotten long and it was time to get it cut. Willie had never seen her with short hair and she wondered if he’d like it then berated herself for even caring.
She then studied her daughter. “What about you and Mike? Do you two want to know?”
Sonya shrugged and grinned. “Not really. We just want a healthy baby.”
She stood and then crossed to where her mother sat at the table. This had been her and Mike’s first Christmas as husband and wife, and if anyone would have told her she would have been pregnant by year’s end she would not have believed them. They had wanted children and over the summer had decided there was no reason to wait since she was thirty-five already.
She glanced at the stack of cards and figured there had to be over a hundred that her mother had received this past Holiday, and was impressed that some people took the time to send them. She picked up one of the cards and smiled. It was a picture card of the Devereau family – her best friend Carla; her husband Jesse and their two kids, four-year-old Craig and one-year-old Jessica. Craig and Jessica were her and Mike’s godchildren and they enjoyed spending time with them. She liked this style of Christmas card and would make sure she, Mike and Baby Mike pose for one next Christmas.
Baby Mike?
Her hand went to her stomach and for some strange reason she knew at that moment she and Mike were going to have a son. That sort of prediction sounded rather spooky, but somehow she knew.
She placed the card back in the stack and noticed the scarf her mother was wearing around her neck. Sonya shook her head. For some reason her m
other felt she had to hide the fact that Willie had given her a hickey. It wasn’t the first time her mother had done so and Sonya figured it wouldn’t be the last.
It came as no surprise that her mother and Willie were sexually active. Both were good looking people and she’d felt the sexual chemistry flowing between them the first time she’d seen them together. She would have to admit that when she’d first seen him at the groundbreaking ceremony for Tiara’s World, she had thought he was handsome, but way too sophisticated, elegant and stately to ignite the hidden passion within her mother that needed detonating. And it was hidden passion she’d believe Peggy Morrison possessed, mainly because she was Peggy’s daughter and she figured like the old saying, like mother, like daughter.
It was only when Willie Baker had left the group of men he was standing with and approach her mother later that Sonya had known he was just the man Peggy needed. And from the size of that hickey, she’d been right.
“So, when will Willie be back?” she decided to ask.
Her mother glanced up at her. “He mentioned he’d be back this weekend if he finishes up a few business matters he has to take care of.” She then resumed what she was doing.
Sonya nodded. “He’s been visiting a lot lately, and it’s not like he lives up the street. He has to cross several states to get here. Evidently he thinks you’re important.”
Peggy glanced back up at her. “Willie and I are just friends.”
Sonya laughed. “Yes, that’s what Mike and I used to say when people would question our relationship. We would say we were just friends or that we just happen to be godparents to the same kids. But we later discovered there was more.”
Peggy sealed one box and reached for another. “And I’m glad. It doesn’t work that way for everyone, sweetheart.”
“It would for you if you’d just let loose.”
Peggy fought to keep a straight face. Let loose. That’s what Willie had done New Year’s Eve night and boy had he done it. There wasn’t a single night she’d gone to bed since without having memories of that night. Like she’d told him several times that night they were old enough to know better, but in the end, it had been worth every moment.
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