I don’t bother turning on any other lights in the living room, and there’s a small light that stays lit during nighttime above the gas range. That’s plenty for what I need to do. I’m going through the motions, grabbing the tea bag and a spoon out of the drawer, hitting the button on the coffee pot to get the hot water cycling, and then reaching for a mug. “Jesus, this place is cold, and why the hell is everything up so damn high?” I mumble to the empty house.
“That’s because the engineer didn’t have a woman in his ear telling him what not to do.” The mug that I was reaching for tumbles out of the cabinet. I’m scared shitless. I didn’t hear the alarm beep, alerting me to an entrance, or the beeping of someone turning it off and then back on again.
“Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.” My vocabulary comes out in one breath, heart racing, and thankfully, Forest is fast. He’s got the coffee mug in one hand, the other on my hip, beneath my cami, only amplifying my rapidly beating heart.
“Damn, baby, you’ve got a mouth on you.” Forest uses his chin to move the hair away from my face, whispering in my ear.
“And you’re stealthy for a man your size.” He is the epitome of the dad bod that girls, women, and even older women go crazy over with ga-ga eyes. A hint of muscle here and there, nothing overly done, and the way he’s pressed against me, well, I’m no longer shivering from the cold. “How are you home already?” I ask, turning around.
“The client was waiting for me at the building. We went through his changes, the pilot was on standby, so I came straight home.” My hands slide up his outer arms until my arms are around his shoulders, fingers playing with the soft strands of hair at the nape of his neck.
“That’s good, really good.” Those are the last words I get out before Forest’s mouth meets mine. It’s not the light graze from earlier. There’s nothing soft about this kiss—it’s hard and fast, pent-up need boiling over, the two of us grappling for more. I’m climbing him like a tree the minute he lifts my body off the ground, wrapping my legs around him as my ass meets the counter. We’re a mess of tongues and lips, each of our bodies demanding more from one another, and when Forest steps closer between what are essentially my spread thighs, I know we’re on the exact same page.
TWENTY
Forest
“Fuck, Bailey, taking this slow is going to be impossible,” I tell her. I move my mouth away from hers, coasting from her lips to her cheek until I make my way towards the underside of her chin, sucking at the skin, remembering what it does to her from our one night together, knowing now it won’t be our last.
“Who said anything about going slow?” Her arousal permeates the air. My nostrils flare. I’m dying for a taste of her body directly from the source. She’s arching into mine, my hips between her spread legs, making me rethink why I didn’t make my way into my room, strip down, and slide in beside her. Maybe then I’d feel more of her, unlike right now, where I’m in slacks and she’s in some poor excuse of a pajama set, showing off what I’m doing to her.
“If that’s the case, you won’t mind me doing this.” My hand that’s on one of her thighs moves towards her center, thumb sweeping beneath the fabric. My other hand cups her hip, not feeling a string of any kind regarding underwear. It’s my lucky fucking day. I move my thumb closer inward, ready to see and feel if her cunt is still bare.
“Forest.” Her hips rock upwards. I wish she were naked. Nothing would make me happier than to see Bailey spread out on the kitchen counter, feet on my shoulders as I got on my knees and fucked her with my tongue.
“You want my fingers or my mouth, baby?” I ask, nosing the strap of her top off one shoulder. Bailey’s got a hand in my hair, pulling on the strands while pushing me closer to one sweet berry-colored nipple. I remember the taste, the feel, how her cunt pulsed around my length when I sucked it into my mouth, biting down on it before pulling away and moving to her other nipple, not wanting Bailey to feel neglected.
“I don’t care. Something, anything. Please don’t make me choose.” I trace my tongue around her nipple, not touching it, watching it glisten with wetness from my mouth, teasing Bailey further. Until my thumb slides across the lips of her pussy.
“Fuckin’ drenched.” My mouth wraps around her nipple. The way she’s holding on to my hair, I make it my mission not to get it cut too short. I like the way Bailey tugs on it when she’s like this.