Chapter Ten
Chapter Ten
Let’s Try That Again
Skye
I wake up at six twenty-seven the next morning. No matter when I go to bed, I’m up early, even on a Sunday. I use the bathroom, relieved that I no longer look like I’m four months pregnant with a gas baby and that the demons are no longer throwing a concert in my stomach.
I can’t believe that happened last night. I also can’t believe Sidney stuck around and watched a movie with me. Or that he didn’t seem to mind that my stomach was almost as loud as the revving engines and the gunfire.
I flop back down in bed and grab my phone from the nightstand. The last message Violet sent was at eleven-thirty to let me know they were back from the movies. Their plan was to stay up unreasonably late talking about boys, so I wouldn’t have to worry about picking her up until sometime around noon. Violet, like most teens, can sleep forever even when she goes to bed at a respectable hour.
Sidney also messaged to let me know he made it home and that he would check on me in the morning.
I slide my feet into my slippers and pad downstairs to the kitchen so I can make myself a pot of coffee and some toast. My stomach feels raw this morning, so simple things like bananas and toast are on the menu.
At seven on the dot my phone buzzes. I key in my passcode and tap it:
Sidney : checking to see how you’re feeling. I hope your night wasn’t too rough after I left.
I smile. It looks like we’re both early risers.
Skye : I’m feeling much better, and I slept like the dead. Wreaking havoc on your digestive system does that to a girl. You’re up early.
I’ve already hit send, otherwise I would edit out the last part, and maybe the sleeping like the dead part, too.
Sidney : I’m glad to hear that. I was worried about you. Miller has hockey practice. I just dropped him off. He’s grounded from the truck for obvious reasons for the next month. Which means I put myself on chauffeur duty. Not sure who the loser is on this one, tbh.
I debate my options. Violet won’t be home for hours. I feel a million times better than I did last night. We may not get alone time again for a while because Miller has away games coming up and Sidney is traveling with him again.
Skye : interested in coffee with me?
His reply is immediate:
Sidney : absolutely, should I come to you?
Skye : that would be great. I just put a pot on.
Sidney : I can be there in twenty
Skye : great! See you then
I do a shimmy dance of excitement, and then I get a load of my reflection in the window. “Shit. I need to shower!”
I rush up the stairs, turn the shower on and pull my messy hair up into a ponytail. It doesn’t need a wash, but the rest of me sure does. I scrub off the moop sweats in less than five minutes, make sure all my important parts are smooth or groomed and rinse off. I turn off the shower, grab a towel, dry my body, then have to do a second pass because I missed too many areas and trying to moisturize wet skin is a challenge.
I pick my favorite body lotion and rub it all over me, then rush to my dresser and open the bottom drawer, which is where I keep all my sexy things. I’m disappointed that my favorite set isn’t wearable because it’s dirty, but I pull out the gray and pink lace and satin bra and panty set. It’s my second favorite, and it makes my cleavage look fantastic.
I slide into my sexy underthings, but realize I can’t execute this plan without changing my sheets first. I’ve just finished putting on the top sheet when my doorbell rings. I rush to brush my teeth and throw on a robe—getting dressed might be pointless considering I’m prepared for naked sexy fun times. I nearly trip down the stairs and have to calm my breathing so I don’t sound like I was running a marathon before I reach the front door. I turn on the hall light and open the door.
Sidney’s smile fades as his eyes skim over my grey and pink silk robe. It stops mid-thigh, and much like my bra, does a great job of highlighting my cleavage. It also matches the bra and panty set.
“Hey. Hi. Hello,” Sidney says to my chest. “Sorry I’m a little early. It took less time to get here than I thought.”
“It’s okay.” I step back, giving him room to come inside.
“You look like you’re feeling better.” His gaze moves over me on another heated sweep as he toes off his shoes and shrugs out of his jacket.
“So much better.” I hang his coat on an empty hook and motion for him to follow me down the hall to the kitchen. “I don’t think I gave you a full tour of the house last night.” I try to slide my hands into my pockets, but this robe doesn’t have any.
Sidney gives me a lopsided smile. “I didn’t make it upstairs.”
“I could show you now, if you’d like,” I offer. It takes everything in me not to twirl my hair around my finger.
“I would love that.”
“Great. Awesome.” I lead the way to the stairs and Sidney falls into step behind me. While my robe hits me mid-thigh from the front, I have a booty to compliment my ample boobs, so the back of the robe barely covers my butt cheeks.
Sidney makes a low noise of appreciation and I glance over my shoulder. His eyes are trained on my backside. And because I’m not paying attention to what’s in front of me, I trip and miss the next step. Sidney’s reaction time is better than mine, and his arm loops around my waist, preventing me from face-planting into the landing.
“Careful now.” His lips are at my ear, and I lean against his chest. “No need to rush. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. Especially not with you looking this edible.” He keeps his hand on my hip the rest of the way up and laces our fingers when we reach the top.
“This is my daughter’s room.” I motion to the closed door with the small empty whiteboard and a door hanger that reads I’M PROBABLY READING. “And that’s the bathroom.” I fling a hand toward the open door. We decorated it like her name.
When we reach my bedroom, I usher him inside. “And this is where I sleep, and do other things.”
“Other things, huh?” He grins.
“Like reading and self-gratification sessions. You know, the usual.” I probably should have stopped at reading.
“Your bed looks comfortable.” He glances around the space.
I try to see it through his eyes. The comforter is a deep blue, the color scheme mostly cream and navy with a few pops of yellow for color. The bed is half made; the comforter thrown on haphazardly because I ran out of time.
“It is.” I cross over and sit on the edge, bouncing twice. I shimmy back a bit and part my legs, patting the space between them. “Wanna test out the springs with me?”
Sidney crosses the room, stopping when his knee touches the inside of mine. “Are you sure you’re feeling well enough for that?”
I run my hands up his chest and back down until I reach his belt buckle. “Definitely. How about you?”
“As if no is an option when you’re already halfway to getting into my pants.” His eyes are hooded as he skims my cheek with gentle fingers.
His nostrils flare when the metal clasp clinks as I unfasten his belt. I pop the button and drag the zipper down. Today he’s wearing a pair of blue hockey print boxers. That seems to be pretty standard for him. I slide my hand inside and wrap my fingers around his erection, freeing him from the fabric.
The last time I had my hands on him, we were in the back seat of his truck and it was dark. I’d felt the length and girth, but seeing it up close and personal…well, that’s a whole different bag of gummy bears.
“So pretty,” I murmur as I stroke the length and sweep my thumb over the slit when I reach the head.
With Sidney standing between my thighs and me sitting on the low platform bed, all I have to do is lean forward and bend a little to kiss the head. Which is exactly what I do.
“Ah, fuck,” Sidney mutters.
I lift my gaze as I stroke up again and smooth my thumb over the spot I just kissed, before dragging my hand back down and pressing my lips to the tip. But instead of pulling away, I part them and cover the crown, circling it with my tongue.
Sidney’s fingers slide into my hair, the tips pressing gently against my scalp as he waits to see what I’ll do next.
I apply suction, pop off and stroke up again, repeating the same actions, but this time I take him in further.
“Good fucking God, the way you look right now,” he makes a deep sound in the back of his throat and the right side of my mouth curls up. He doesn’t look like the sweet, polite man who snuggled with me on the couch last night. He looks like he wants to devour me.
I pop off again— “And how do I look?”—before I cover the head once more.
“Like those pretty lips of yours were made to be wrapped around my cock.”
I moan at his words and try to smile, but it’s tough with a mouth full of cock. I had a feeling he was going to be a lot of fun between the sheets. I keep bobbing, taking as much as I can until the head hits the back of my throat and my eyes threaten to water.
Sidney's fingers tighten in my hair and he guides my mouth, up and down, in and out. His free hand tugs on my robe, pulling it off my shoulder to expose the matching bra.
His eyes slide closed and he groans when the head hits the back of my throat again. As he shifts his hips his eyes open. He tugs my hair, pulling me off his cock. A string of spit connects the tip to my bottom lip.
“Fuck, Skye.” He wipes the spit from my chin, gripping it lightly as he tips it up and drops his head, slanting his mouth over mine in a desperate, searing kiss. When he breaks it, his thumb sweeps over my bottom lip, stopping in the center, the pad pressing against my teeth. “As much as I enjoy your mouth, when I come, I want to be inside you.”
“I’m a thousand percent on board with that, but I also think you should know for the future that I don’t spit.” No reason to taste that business twice.
His grin is lascivious. “If I didn’t already know you were perfect for me, I sure do now.”
I laugh and shimmy back on the bed to make room for him. He climbs up after me, losing his shirt while I lose my robe.
When I reach behind me to undo my bra, Sidney raises a hand. “I would like the honors, if that’s okay with you.”
“Absolutely.” I lay back on the pillows.
Sidney shucks off his pants, grabs his wallet and sets it on the nightstand, then kneels between my thighs. His palms settle on my shins, then slowly smooth upward, over my knees and along my thighs until he reaches my panties. “You are stunning, Skye.”
“Thanks, you’re firmly entrenched in DILFlandia,” I reply.
He smiles, but his gaze drops to where his hands now rest on my waist. My body is far from perfect. I’ve had a baby, there are stretch marks and I’m hippy, with cellulite and all the other, normal stuff that comes with being a woman in her thirties who has never understood the rules of sports and resorts to yoga and trail walking for exercise. But I love my curves and all my imperfections.
Sidney’s hands continue their ascent, stopping to cup my boobs. This bra is good at showing off the girls, and Sidney seems to appreciate them. He spends a couple of minutes nuzzling them, his erection bumping against my pelvis as he makes little noises of appreciation. I reach between us and grip his cock, hoping to refocus his attention on the parts that really matter. He bites the swell of my left breast and groans, but it does the trick. He slides his other hand under me, finds the clasp, and flicks it open. And then my bare breasts are in his hands, and his mouth is covering my right nipple while he thumbs the left.
I stop worrying about getting to the good part, because this man is a magician with his tongue and he looks damn fine with my nipple in his mouth. He moves to the other breast and gives it the same delicious treatment. And then he kisses a path down my stomach. I’m already halfway to an orgasm and anticipation makes everything below the waist clench.
When he hooks his fingers into my panties, I helpfully lift my hips so he can get rid of the pretty, albeit obstructing, fabric. And I part my legs wider to accommodate his broad shoulders. I’m nothing if not a team player, at least with sex. With actual sports, I’m more of a confused spectator.
Sidney is an excellent kisser of face lips, so it’s not a surprise to discover that he’s also an exceptional kisser of nether lips. He uses exactly the right pressure, alternating between teasing strokes of tongue, soft suction and gentle nibbles. He drives me to the edge of heaven and then pushes me right over into bliss.
Just when I think I can’t take any more of the delicious torture, he latches onto my clit and Hoover vacuum sucks it until I’m fisting the sheets and screaming his name loud enough that my elderly neighbors probably have to turn down their hearing aids.
Sidney lifts his head and his lips glisten with girl-gasm. One side of his mouth curves up in a delectable smirk. “Was that okay for you?”
I’m still gripping his hair at the crown, endlessly thankful that he has some to yank on. I tug, not quite gently. “Like you need to ask. Get up here and show me what you can do with that glorious cock of yours.”
He prowls up my body, dropping kisses on my stomach and pausing to say hi to my nipple again before he finally kisses my face lips. His hips sink into the cradle of mine and his erection presses against my stomach.
We both do a little bare grinding before he reaches across to the nightstand and grabs his wallet. He rummages around for the condom while still trying to kiss me, but that paired with the grinding is probably too distracting, so eventually he folds back on his knees and extracts the condom.
“How do you want to do this?” I ask as I pluck it from his fingers and tear it open. “Are you in the mood to have me under you so you can pound me into the mattress, or would you prefer to be under me so you can watch the girls dance while I ride you?” I position it at the tip and roll it down the length of him. “I’m thinking we can save doggy-style for another occasion, where we can position ourselves in such a way that we’re facing a mirror and we both get a great view of all the fun stuff. And reverse cowgirl is usually best with a mirror, too, otherwise all you’re looking at is my ass, and while it’s a nice ass, my boobs really steal the show.”
“Hmm.” Sidney taps his lips, as if he’s seriously contemplating his options. “The alpha male in me would love to pound you into the mattress, but the feminist in me wants you to be in control.”
“Why don’t we start with me on top and we can adjust as required?” I push on his chest and he falls back on his elbows.
“Sounds good to me.”
I straddle his hips and grip his cock, rising to run the head over my clit, lining him up with my entrance. And then I sink down, eating up one delightfully thick inch at a time. He groans and I moan and we both sigh when my ass meets his thighs.
His hands rest on my hips and mine are perched on his unreasonably defined abs. “How old are you, anyway?”
“Forty-two, why?”
“You have abs. That seems like something that should disappear when forty hits.”
“I spend a lot of time on the ice with my son, and in the gym.”
“I drive past three gyms on my way to work every day.” I roll my hips and make a happy sound when the head of his cock rubs that elusive spot inside that’s hard to reach with anything but a vibrator, long man fingers or an aerodynamically designed penis.
We start moving, me rolling my hips, him holding them to help shift me back and forth, and up and down, both of us making appreciative noises.
“I knew your cock was going to be damn well magical,” I moan when it hits the right spot again and sends heat flooding through me.
“Your pussy is tight as a damn fist,” Sidney groans.
“Violet was breech. I had a C-section.” Not that he needs me to tell him that. I have a scar across my lower belly to prove it. I grab his hands and move them up to my chest. “I need you to hold these so I can bounce without hurting myself.”
Sidney happily cups my breasts and I lean into his hands, planting my palms on his chest so I can lift and lower with ease.
“Grab my shoulders,” he orders.
I do as he says, and he uses his amazing abs to pull him to a sitting position, so now we’re face to face, my chest mashed against his. He cups the back of my head, fingers sliding into my hair and anchoring there so he can angle my head and slide his tongue in my mouth.
We kiss and grind for a minute, the friction on my clit pushing me that much closer to another orgasm. And then I’m lying on the bed again. Sidney stretched out over me, hips rocking into mine, pelvis rubbing on my clit in exactly the right way, the head of his cock stroking me from the inside. He pinches my right nipple, and it’s like a direct, psychic link to my already highly sensitive clit. The orgasm hits me with the force of a hurricane and I scream his name and a bunch of other random words, mostly comprising deity praise and accolades to his impressive cock.
I’ve just regained my vision and the somewhat uncoordinated use of my limbs when Sidney tells me he’s going to come. I kegel like it’s my damn job and his entire body goes taut, jaw flexed, arms shaking and biceps bulging as he pumps his hips. The headboard thuds against the wall, one, twice, a third time, and I swear I feel his cock bang into my ovaries on his final thrust.
“So fucking good,” he grits out.
I have to give it to him. He doesn’t collapse on top of me. Sure, he’s pressing me into the mattress in the most appealing way. But he’s bracing his upper body on his forearms. His forehead rests against the side of my neck. I’m looking down the muscled expanse of his broad back, all the way to the dip in his spine and the ridiculously bubblicious globes of his ass. I run a hand down his back and give the right cheek a light smack. I grin when it jiggles.
He lifts his head and arches a brow.
“Ten out of ten for ass jiggle-ability and pounding me into the mattress.”
He smiles.
Which is the moment we hear the pounding of feet on the stairs and my daughter calls out. “Mom? You home? I think the neighbors parked their son’s truck in the driveway again!”