31. Emmy
THIRTY-ONE
Emmy
Ollie surprisingly doesn’t give Hattie a hard time getting into the car, but as soon as we get home, he’s wide awake.
He’s grumping at Hattie for waking him up and looking at me like I’m a stranger.
I’m thinking our chances of doing the laundry are long gone—until she coaxes him upstairs.
It’s some kind of mom magic. One moment he was about to turn into the Hulk, and the next he was groggily talking about waffles and books.
I’ll have to ask her how she learned to do that.
Since the laundry room is next to my room, I decide to wait with my bedroom door open.
I don’t think we’ll actually be hooking up in the laundry room, but I needed a code word for it.
I figure most people our age or older have seen Friends.
When Monica and Chandler were secretly hooking up and Rachel heard them on the phone, he jokes that his name is laundry.
I’m sitting on the edge of my bed when I hear Hattie coming down the stairs.
She rounds the corner as I stand up. She’s still wearing her outfit from before, and I internally groan.
She looked so fucking hot when she came downstairs in it, I had hoped she wouldn’t change yet.
I want to be the one to take this outfit off her.
Hattie pulls me by the hand toward the laundry room, pushes me in, and locks the door behind us.
“I figured if we get caught, we have a good enough reason not to have clothes on,” she explains.
“God, I’ve wanted to tell you all night how fucking hot you looked,” I murmur, leaning into Hattie’s collarbone.
“Mmm, all I wanted was for you to touch me,” she admits.
I tug on the collar of her jacket, indicating I want it off, and she starts to shrug out of it.
Her jacket hits the floor, and her lips press to the side of my neck.
I pull her body into mine, clashing together like two teenagers.
Being near each other all night but not being able to touch the other must’ve been as much torture for her as it was for me.
Her hips bump against the washing machine, and I suddenly get an idea.
“What if we did the laundry?” I ask.
“Is that another code word? Because I thought that’s what we were doing,” she asks, confused.
“I mean…” I take a step back. “What if we put a load of laundry in and sit you on top while the spin cycle goes?”
“You want to waste a whole load of water just to get me off?” she asks.
I laugh. “No, I want to actually do some laundry and get my girl off.”
“Fuck, a woman who wants to do my chores and give me an orgasm? How did I get so lucky?” She laughs, a huge smile on her face.
“Go get your dirty clothes, Ollie’s too, so we can get back to this,” I tell her.
She disappears upstairs, coming back with two large armfuls of clothes.
She tosses them into the washing machine along with mine.
I drop in some soap and then turn my focus back on her.
She’s already dropped her jeans to the ground, only standing in a very small orange thong.
My lips are connecting with hers, and her hips buck into mine.
I lift her up, placing her on the edge of the washing machine, leaning myself against it between her legs.
She gasps, the cool metal of the machine touching her bare skin.
Goosebumps rise all over her body almost instantly.
“Are you sure this is going to work?” she asks nervously.
“I think…we should find out.” I wink before I kiss her again.
Slipping down the silk strap of her top, I pull her shirt over her head.
Her breasts are exposed, and I’m left wondering if she wasn’t wearing a bra all night or she just took it off.
I kiss the tops off her breasts, suck on her nipples, and lick all the way down to her pussy.
The washing machine is making a multitude of sounds which can either be a good or bad thing.
It can be good if it drowns out the sounds Hattie and I usually make, or it could be bad if we can’t hear Ollie coming.
I press my lips to the front of her thong, a wet spot left behind in the middle.
Hattie moans, her hips rising closer to my face as I drop to my knees.
Thankfully I was tall enough that I could still reach her pussy without stretching weirdly.
She rests her legs on my shoulders, and I bite the insides of her thighs.
I slide my hands under her ass, dragging her thong down her ass and legs, throwing it aside.
Her pussy was bare except for a small tuft of hair, so I pull her closer to the edge and suck on her clit.
“Oh fuck!” Hattie gasps as the spin cycle starts.
Slowly, the washing machine under her starts shaking and vibrating.
Her head falls back in pleasure as I patiently drag my tongue through her folds.
I taste all of her, twirling soft circles around her clit.
My tongue vibrates along with the machine—which I think makes the intensity higher.
Hattie is wrapping her legs around my head, pulling me closer to her pussy.
I make sure I can breathe as I look up and see she’s gripping the edges of the machine.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she whimpers out quietly.
I hum against her, my tongue feeling a bit like the time it went numb after the dentist. The vibration was similar to a vibrating toothbrush but more localized.
Hattie keeps my tongue on her, placing circles around her clit as she cries out quietly in pleasure.
We would definitely have to do this again when she’s able to make more noise, because I’m dying to hear her scream my name again.
Reaching for her breasts, I play with her nipples with one hand.
I didn’t know how much longer the spin cycle lasts, so I pick up the pace with my tongue.
Stopping to suck on her clit and her hands fly to my head.
Her fingers grip the hair behind my neck and pull tightly.
She’s gasping, panting, and trying her hardest not to scream.
It’s so fucking hot, I wish she didn’t have to hold back for me.
“Okay.” Hattie unwraps her legs from my head and relaxes.
I stand, needing to stretch my legs for once.
“How was that?” I ask, standing between her legs again.
“Mmm,” she hums, leaning toward me.
Hattie wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a deep kiss. She sucks on my tongue as I groan into her mouth. I grip the sides of the machine to hold myself steady. Fuck, she’s going to be the death of me. This woman is too fucking sexy.
“Do you want a turn?” she whispers in my ear.
“I think the spin cycle is done for now.” I chuckle.
“I’m sure there’s something else dirty in here.” Hattie winks.
“Mmm.” I press my lips to hers again. “What if you get on your knees for me instead?”
“Oh, yeah?” Her eyes twinkle with lust.
“There’s nothing more I’d love to see than my girl on my knees for me.” I let out a quiet moan.
“Since you asked so nicely.” She hops off the machine and stands with her back pressed against the cold machine.
“Why are you still wearing so many clothes?” She groans.
“Sorry for needing to layer up in November,” I tease.
“I don’t keep you hot enough?”
“Oh baby, you get me oh so hot.” I smirk.
We switch spots and Hattie pulls off my T-shirt and long-sleeve shirt.
Unbuckling my jeans, I kick them aside and she slips a hand down my center to touch my aching core.
My pussy is embarrassingly wet for her, but it always is after I pleasure her.
I’m a giver and I love making her finish for me.
Hattie touches my clit with her fingers, keeping eye contact with me while I gasp.
Then she moves her hand away quickly to the sides so she can pull my panties down.
Once they’re off, she removes my bra and I slide onto the machine.
It’s warmer than I expected, obviously thanks to Hattie’s body heat.
The machine is starting to finish the cycle as Hattie drops to her knees.
But as she does, we realize a little problem.
She’s a few inches shorter than I am, and her face is nowhere near close enough to eat me out.
She’d have to bend her back at the weirdest angle standing up.
“Shit, I’m sorry.” Hattie frowns.
“Hey, don’t worry about it.” I smile, jumping down.
“But I wanted to…” She sighs.
I tilt her chin up to look at me. “You can’t help your height.”
Her brain is working overtime to come up with a quick solution so it doesn’t surprise me when she says, “Why don’t we take this to your bedroom? I’m pretty sure if I was on my knees in there it would work.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.” I smile.
Peeking out the laundry room door, I listen for a moment to make sure Ollie isn’t down here.
Then I scoop Hattie into my arms, carrying her bridal-style to my room.
Thankfully it’s not too far and I’m able to plop her gently onto the bed.
By the time I close the bedroom door, she’s already dropped to her knees at the end of my bed and is waiting patiently for me. Fuck.
“Come on, I got old knees,” she jokes.
I laugh, lying down and scooting my ass to the edge of the bed. It feels eerily similar to when you get a checkup at the gyno—but definitely with a much different outcome.
Hattie was right, this time she’s the perfect height.
Her face buries into my pussy, and I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning too loud.
She wastes no time tasting all of me. It’s like I’m her ice cream cone on a hot summer day and she doesn’t want me to melt.
Her tongue slides in every direction as she plays with my clit and teases my hole—and then repeats.
I don’t have a second to get used to anything because she’s so desperate for every inch of me.
I rock my pussy into her face, making the sensation even better.
I pull at my breasts falling to the sides, tugging on my nipples.
Hattie looks up at me with her dark brown eyes, and I almost come.
She looks at me with such desire; I want to please her immediately.
She slips in two fingers, pushing in and out of me, and I chase the orgasm.
I’m gasping and trying not to moan as her hand holds down right above my pubic bone.
The intensity of the orgasm only gets stronger with each second.
I grab a pillow to put over my face, hoping to contain my screams of pleasure.
Only mumbling can be heard as my legs give out and I’m shaking.
Hattie doesn’t stop. Only when I’m totally spent does she finally stop and climb into bed next to me.
When my pants and whimpers are quiet again, she pulls the pillow off my face. I can see her smiling at me.
“Fuck,” I mutter.
“God, you look so hot when you come like that,” she praises.
Hattie leaves soft kisses along the side of my face, and I close my eyes. My arms wrap around her and I pull her close. Smelling the top of her head, I feel even more relaxed. Like without realizing it, her eucalyptus shampoo became home.