VERA
Iset the timer on the oven and went to make the banana whip cream. If pumpkin pie would get Glen to eat healthy, he’d get pumpkin pie. Sean might like it too. Maybe.
Had Sean ever said anything about not liking pumpkins? Did I need to make something else for him? Maybe I should. With the double shift I had going tomorrow, I wouldn’t have time to cook, so leftovers would be nice, anyway. Although, I could ask Sean to order something healthy. It’s not as if we didn’t have a bunch of restaurants in the area.
The front door swung open, making me peek through the archways to check who it was.
Of course, Sean was home. It's not like there was a good reason for school to end early. Besides, they would’ve called.
“Hungry?” I asked.
Sean looked me up and down, his eyes devouring me. “Starving.”
“Give me a few minutes, and I’ll make some soy noodles with salmon.”
“Screw the soy noodles.”
He stalked toward me, his every step filled with intent. The moment he stepped into the kitchen, he pulled me closer by the nape of my neck and gave me a kiss. Our tongues met, and I forgot all about the bananas, the noodles, and the salmon.
Sean kissed me hard, demanding, waking up every cell in my body. Then he picked me up and carried me to the dinner table.
Setting me down on the edge, he leaned in, his hands on either side of me. "I've been wanting to do this all day."
He kissed me again, his mouth hot and insistent, demanding entrance. I opened to him, my tongue meeting his. He growled and cupped my face, his fingers tracing the curve of my jaw.
"You're so fucking beautiful," he said. "I can't get enough of you."
I ran my hands up his back, pulling him closer to me. He groaned and moved one hand to the nape of my neck, tugging me up to meet him. I lost myself in kissing, in his smell, his taste, his groans of pleasure. The world blurred around us.
It was a while before he finally pulled away, staring down at me, his eyes dark, his breathing heavy. "I want to fuck you so bad right now." His voice was full of desire and his eyes locked on mine.
"Less talking. More doing." God, I needed him inside me. I didn't know how much longer I could wait.
He pushed me down, then spread my legs. I lay there, waiting, as he slid his hands up my dress, to my panties, over the wet fabric. A tiny moan escaped me as he rubbed me.
It felt good. Too good.
His hot breath on my sensitive skin pulled out another groan from me just as his tongue slid over me. I bit my lip as he pushed a finger inside me.
“Sean.” I combed my fingers through his hair, needing more of him. “Don’t go easy on me. Okay?”
He didn’t answer, lapping up at me instead as his fingers curled inside me, finding that perfect spot. The layers of pleasure brought me higher, higher, but not quite to the peak. No matter how hard he finger-fucked me, how well he sucked my clit, it wasn’t enough.
“Please,” I begged. “Just use me however you want. Please.”
Sean paused, his eyes on me. Then he pulled his finger out and slid it deep into my ass.
I gasped in surprise but didn’t protest as my body tightened up. Sean flicked my clit with his tongue, then slowly worked a second finger in.
"You want my cock in your ass?" he asked. “I’ll fuck it so hard you’ll feel it for a month.”
I moaned as his words threw me over the edge. Pleasure tore at me, blinded me, killed me and brought me back to life.
“Is that a yes?” he asked when I managed my first breath of air.
“Yes.”
He took my hand and helped me off the table, then led me to his bedroom. My ass on full display, I leaned over the edge of the bed.