“It worked before.”
“Yeah, it did.”
It takes no time for me to lift her up and less time for her to wrap her legs around me. Inside, my hands are up her shirt and cupping her tits before we’re up the stairs. Her mouth is on mine in even less time.
“God, baby, I love the girls.” I sit on the bed and pull her shirt over her head.
She makes a half-ass attempt to cover them up. “Ladies, now. Three kids later, Lucas, and they just aren’t the same.”
I unsnap her bra and pull it down her arms. “Liar,” is all I can say before my mouth is on them, taking in as much as I can.
She starts to pull my shirt off.
“Fuck, baby, just rip it off.”
She laughs, and I lift my arms. She pulls it up slowly.
“This is no striptease, Tessa. I’m like a fuckin’ starved man in front of an all-you-can-eat buffet of my favorite food.”
I pull my shirt the rest of the way off, and she’s on her back, fingers inching up my abs like they used to, like she’s counting them.
“If you’re counting, there aren’t eight anymore. And guess what?”
“Hmm,” she says, watching her fingers crawl up me.
“I love my dad bod.”
“Still six.” She smirks.
I lean down and suck one of her rosy pebbled nipples in my mouth, one and then the other.
“Oh God.”
I reach down and unbutton her pants, shoving my hand inside. “Damn, baby, always so well groomed.” I take her tit back in my mouth as I run my finger up and down her seam.
“Lucas …” she moans as she hurries her hand down my abs then my running pants.
I push a finger inside and find her spot immediately, no map needed. It’smuscle memory.
“Aw … Oh God. Lucas, not yet. Oh God, don’t stop!”
I continue tapping her spot, rubbing as she tries to control … restrain herself. “You’re right there, baby. Give it to me.”
“Not yet.”
I use my thumb to tease her clit as I continue rubbing her hot spot until she clenches around me. “Let go, baby. Now, dammit,” I suck her nipple hard in my mouth, and she lets go, shattering against my touch.
“Yes, yes, oh yes!” She lies limp as I continue caressing her now soaked pussy and sucking and kissing her tits.
I move to kiss her as she opens her eyes and shyly bites her lower lip.
“Good?”
“Very good.”
“We can stop. If that’s all you want—”
She begins stroking me again.