begins to race, my breathing picks up, finally , and my body begins pulsating with every previously evicted dirty thought breaking back into my mind.
I close the door quickly and lock it as soon as it shuts. Wearing my own sexy grin— at least I hope it’s sexy— my feet carry me to where he’s standing on their own accord. He uncrosses his legs and I step right in between them, pressing my waist against him, and placing my forearms onto the tops of his shoulders. Cupping his hands on my bottom, he pulls me closer to him, and my breath hitches in my throat. I feel him harden, and the pressure building between our bodies causes the insides of my thighs to throb.
Moving my hands to his lower back, I grab fistfuls of his nicely starched, now untucked, shirt and pull him close. He sucks in a ragged breath, and reaches down to hook my leg, hastily pulling it up to his waist.
My body falls forward, placing us as close as intimately possible, and the friction from the movement causes us both to gasp as the same time. We stare at each other, panting, eyes locked onto one another. Finally, after the most sexually stimulating standoff ever, he finally lowers his head and places his full lips on mine. I feel his mouth open and I graze my tongue along his teeth, teasing him. Still holding my leg, he moves his free arm around my waist, pulling me in as tightly as he can.
“Mommy! Are you in there? I need to tell you something!” Rylie bangs on the door. The heart that was previously thrumming from sexual need is now pounding inside my chest from near cardiac arrest.
I plant my head into Blake’s chest as he continues to slowly grind his body into mine. “Rylie! I’m talking to Blake! Can’t Harlow or Grandma Nancy help you?” I shout back. “Or anyone else in the freakin’ world…” I mutter into his shirt. I feel his shoulders begin to shake with laughter as my heart rate slowly returns to a normal speed.
“No, Mommy. I need to talk to you !” I hear her movements just outside the door and then silence. Good . Hopefully she decided to take this matter up with someone else.
“Mommy, I can see your feet,” she giggles. “How come you only have one foot?” Blake drops my leg and his shoulders shake even harder now as he unsuccessfully tries to contain his amusement with this situation. I let out a deep sigh.
“It’s not funny, Blake.” He runs his fingers through his hair and lets out a long breath, something he only does when frustrated, although usually it’s because of me. Still, he’s smiling, so that’s a good sign.
I hear the door jiggle and I turn to see Rylie’s little fingers waving at me from underneath. Blake lets out another laugh, clearly not as irritated as I am. “Oh, there’s your other foot! I didn’t see it before!”
Just as I’m about to let out a blood curdling scream, Blake places both hands on the sides of my face. “Look at me, Alex. It’s fine. We have all weekend. Go talk to her. You won’t see her for a couple of days.” I dramatically roll my eyes in response to his annoyingly cool demeanor.
“Fine. But this is entirely your fault, calling me in here for something we can’t finish.” Blake chuckles once again.
“Oh, we’ll finish. Multiple times.” Putting both hands on my shoulders, he turns my body towards the door. Reluctantly, I take the steps necessary to cease this wonderfully sensual moment and unlock the door, turning the handle to open it once I’m sure her fingers are in the clear.
Jumping up and down, Rylie flashes me a panic stricken face. She spastically motions for me to lean down and I begrudgingly lower myself as she cups her hands over her mouth and my ear. “Umm…Umm” she breathes heavily. I have no choice but to giggle like a small child and wipe my ear on my shoulder. I can’t help it. I have the same reaction every time. It’s my kryptonite.
Once I’m able to maintain a straight face, I ask her, “What is it, Rylie? Are you
I close the door quickly and lock it as soon as it shuts. Wearing my own sexy grin— at least I hope it’s sexy— my feet carry me to where he’s standing on their own accord. He uncrosses his legs and I step right in between them, pressing my waist against him, and placing my forearms onto the tops of his shoulders. Cupping his hands on my bottom, he pulls me closer to him, and my breath hitches in my throat. I feel him harden, and the pressure building between our bodies causes the insides of my thighs to throb.
Moving my hands to his lower back, I grab fistfuls of his nicely starched, now untucked, shirt and pull him close. He sucks in a ragged breath, and reaches down to hook my leg, hastily pulling it up to his waist.
My body falls forward, placing us as close as intimately possible, and the friction from the movement causes us both to gasp as the same time. We stare at each other, panting, eyes locked onto one another. Finally, after the most sexually stimulating standoff ever, he finally lowers his head and places his full lips on mine. I feel his mouth open and I graze my tongue along his teeth, teasing him. Still holding my leg, he moves his free arm around my waist, pulling me in as tightly as he can.
“Mommy! Are you in there? I need to tell you something!” Rylie bangs on the door. The heart that was previously thrumming from sexual need is now pounding inside my chest from near cardiac arrest.
I plant my head into Blake’s chest as he continues to slowly grind his body into mine. “Rylie! I’m talking to Blake! Can’t Harlow or Grandma Nancy help you?” I shout back. “Or anyone else in the freakin’ world…” I mutter into his shirt. I feel his shoulders begin to shake with laughter as my heart rate slowly returns to a normal speed.
“No, Mommy. I need to talk to you !” I hear her movements just outside the door and then silence. Good . Hopefully she decided to take this matter up with someone else.
“Mommy, I can see your feet,” she giggles. “How come you only have one foot?” Blake drops my leg and his shoulders shake even harder now as he unsuccessfully tries to contain his amusement with this situation. I let out a deep sigh.
“It’s not funny, Blake.” He runs his fingers through his hair and lets out a long breath, something he only does when frustrated, although usually it’s because of me. Still, he’s smiling, so that’s a good sign.
I hear the door jiggle and I turn to see Rylie’s little fingers waving at me from underneath. Blake lets out another laugh, clearly not as irritated as I am. “Oh, there’s your other foot! I didn’t see it before!”
Just as I’m about to let out a blood curdling scream, Blake places both hands on the sides of my face. “Look at me, Alex. It’s fine. We have all weekend. Go talk to her. You won’t see her for a couple of days.” I dramatically roll my eyes in response to his annoyingly cool demeanor.
“Fine. But this is entirely your fault, calling me in here for something we can’t finish.” Blake chuckles once again.
“Oh, we’ll finish. Multiple times.” Putting both hands on my shoulders, he turns my body towards the door. Reluctantly, I take the steps necessary to cease this wonderfully sensual moment and unlock the door, turning the handle to open it once I’m sure her fingers are in the clear.
Jumping up and down, Rylie flashes me a panic stricken face. She spastically motions for me to lean down and I begrudgingly lower myself as she cups her hands over her mouth and my ear. “Umm…Umm” she breathes heavily. I have no choice but to giggle like a small child and wipe my ear on my shoulder. I can’t help it. I have the same reaction every time. It’s my kryptonite.
Once I’m able to maintain a straight face, I ask her, “What is it, Rylie? Are you
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