10. Leah
10
Leah
Do not panic.
Do not panic.
Do NOT…
My breath comes in short gasps… GAH.
I’m under the shower jets and wondering what’s on the agenda for when I head back downstairs.
I try to tell myself it’s just a thank you for my childcare.
But my mind and body know it’s not. I felt his rock-hard dick pushing against me as I pressed up against him in the water.
He wants me.
I want him.
My instinct is to leap out of the shower and get back downstairs as quickly as I can, but I make myself play it cool and take my time. I’m faced with the choice of Amelia’s strawberry shower gel or Jenson’s manly spice one and I choose his. I want to smell like him, a prelude to the main event. I do not want to smell like a six-year-old and put him off touching me. Because I need him to touch me so damn badly I can barely stand.
Wrapping myself in a towel, I exit the shower and make my way into Jenson’s bedroom. It’s all warm browns and walnut wood and it smells of his aftershave. I have to stop myself from picking up his pillow and sniffing it. Spotting the pale-blue shirt and white boxers, I put them on. The shirt is a soft cotton and the aroma of his wash powder pervades the air around me. I towel dry my hair and leave it, hoping it looks beachy. If Amelia wasn’t downstairs, I’d have gone down in the towel and dropped it at his feet.
“Leah! You forgot your skirt or trousers, silly.” Amelia giggles from her place at the table where she’s eating some kind of casserole. There’s a smell of beef and wine and sure enough on closer inspection it’s beef bourguignon.
“Leah’s waiting for her clothes to dry, baby girl.”
“Daddy, how many more times. I am not a baby.”
I watch as Jenson leans over and kisses Amelia on the forehead. “And how many times have I told you that you’ll always be my baby.”
“Even when I’m a hundred?”
“Even when you’re a hundred, baby girl .”
I don’t realise that I have the most stupid look on my face from watching this sweet exchange until Jenson looks back at me and then dips his head as if he feels a little conspicuous and on show.
“Take a seat and I’ll bring yours over. Do you want wine?”
I shake my head. “Just water please.” If anything happens between us tonight, I want to be perfectly sober so I can remember every last detail.
I hitch myself onto the chair and feeling eyes on me, I turn to see Jenson’s gaze running up my thighs all the way to my chest where the tops of my breasts are just visible through the top of the shirt where I’ve left it unbuttoned.
“My shirt looks good on you,” he says, his voice lower and gruffer.
There’s a tension in the room, like we’re being held back in the stretch of an elastic band, where at any moment it’s going to snap.
“Have you nearly finished your dinner, Amelia, because you need to be in bed soon? It’s getting late.”
Amelia smacks her lips together. “That is yummy, Daddy. More please.”
I want to laugh as I witness the frustration in Jenson’s expression as he takes her plate and adds a few more spoonfuls of food. “Not too much more as I don’t want your belly too full or you’ll not sleep.”
“Daddy, it’s Friday and Leah is here. We’re watching Aladdin.”
“It’s late, that will have to be another day.”
A spoon drops hard against a plate. “No. We already agreed it, didn’t we, Leah? Aladdin, and we are going to pretend my teapot is the lamp and we’re sitting on the rug to watch it because that’s our magic carpet.” I can recognise that Amelia is overtired and on the edge of a full blown meltdown.
“Let’s finish our food very quickly and put the film on, shall we?” I say, turning to Jenson and winking. He shrugs his shoulders, clearly not understanding my plan.
Food finished, I follow Amelia into the living room where I pull the rug in front of the sofa so our backs can lean against it, and we press play on the film while I put a cosy throw around mine and Amelia’s shoulders.
Not six minutes into the film, she’s fallen fast asleep. Jenson walks into the room having tidied up the kitchen and he freezes in place while he watches Amelia fast asleep in my arms. There’s a wistfulness to his gaze and I know it’s connected with the fact that Amelia’s mother isn’t here doing what I’m doing. His facial expressions couldn’t be clearer if his thoughts appeared in balloons beside his mouth.
“Give her another few minutes to get into a deeper sleep and then you can take her upstairs.” I tell him. I don’t know what I expect him to do but it’s not to curl up at the other side of Amelia so that she’s sandwiched between us.
It’s far too intimate for how long we’ve known each other and yet it feels so right . I want this man and I adore his cute as a button daughter. This wasn’t in my plan. We don’t even talk as we sit there, Aladdin paused. Dusk is settling on the evening and a cool breeze enters from the open window, hitting my arms as I unfurl myself from the throw.
“You’d better take her upstairs.” I say.
He nods.
“I ought to go.”
He shakes his head.
“No. Stay. Right here. Right on this rug. Stay. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
I watch as he carries his daughter out of the room as if she’s the weight of a packet of popcorn rather than a lanky-legged six-year-old. His shorts hug his arse and I don’t take my eyes off it until he’s gone.
Then I sit still, wrapping the blanket back tight around myself while my heart beats faster in anticipation of what’s to come.
Hopefully, me.
His footsteps come back down the stairs and I’m frozen in place on the rug with the throw wrapped around me.
His eyes meet mine.
“You’ll not be needing that to keep you warm.” His voice is thick with lust.
“Come take it off.” I invite.
He stalks in my direction and I can see the shape of his cock through his shorts, straining the zipper. I swallow, my mouth going dry while somewhere else gets wet.
He kneels in front of me on the rug and slips the throw off my shoulders. It feels like he’s stripped me bare.
“God, I’ve thought of nothing but this all the damn day.”
“Me too.” I admit.
His mouth meets mine, gently at first, soft brushes of his lips against my own and then he presses firmer. I open my mouth and his tongue slips inside tangling with my own.
We’re an inferno, as the fire between us rages out of control.
“As much as my shirt looks fucking awesome on you, I need it off.” He growls, unbuttoning it until it reveals my breasts.
“Christ.” He groans, slipping the shirt off my shoulders.
He pushes me back onto the rug and takes a cushion from the sofa placing it under my head. Then he’s done with my comfort levels as his mouth drops to take a nipple within. I can feel his beard tickling my skin as he moves. He sucks hard and nips gently and I thrust my chest up towards him wanting more, needing more. He moves to the other nipple but as much as I’m enjoying it, I don’t want him there, I need him elsewhere.
“Jenson, please.”
He releases my nipple and chuckles. It’s a beautiful sound. Then his eyes meet mine and he raises a brow.
“Please what?”
I feel myself blush.
“Please fuck me, Jenson.”
“All in good time.” He winks and then he moves further down to the apex of my thighs.
He grabs hold of his boxers and pulls them off me, discarding them somewhere on the floor.
Spreading my thighs further apart I feel his breath at my core and then his tongue flicks across my clit and I arch towards his mouth.
“Oh fuck.”
“You taste better than any dish I’ve ever served.” He utters before his mouth descends once more. He enters me with his tongue, dipping in and out and then licking back up my seam until I can barely remember my own name. But I can remember his.
“Jenson, Oh shit, yes. Jenson.”
And then I explode over his tongue. He holds me, his hands firmly under my arse as I rock against him until I come down from my high.
My breathing is fast as he comes back up, so we’re eye to eye. “Now I’m going to fuck you,” he says.
“Yeah, you might need to take off your shorts first.”
“Such impatience. You desperate for my cock, you dirty girl?”
I want to scream yes, because his words are making my core slicker. I reach for his waistband and he helps me open the fastening and lower the zipper. It’s a struggle because of the size of his rock-hard cock. I sit up and lower his shorts down and then Jenson groans with impatience, stands up and kicks them off and his boxers follow quickly. And then I’m licking around my lips and grabbing his hand and pulling him back towards me on the rug until he’s once again nestled between my thighs, having put on a condom on which was conveniently in his pocket.
Then he’s in me, pushing all the way to the hilt and I groan, wrapping my legs around him to bring him as deep as I can. We find our rhythm quickly, Jenson almost pulling all the way out teasing me and then slamming back in. He circles my bud with his fingertip while thrusting inside me and I feel myself begin to climb once more.
“Jenson, I’m going to…”
He thrusts harder and faster and a fine sheen of sweat forms on his forehead. He stiffens and then he releases one last hard thrust and takes me over with him. We cling together as we ride out the waves of pleasure.
“That was… fuck… that was amazing, Leah. Thank you.”
I giggle and it breaks any awkwardness between us.
“Did you just thank me for the fuck?”
Jenson covers his face with his hands. “I’m not very good at talking to women.”
“Well, thank you, Jenson, for the fuck. It was awesome.”
We both start laughing. He grabs the blanket, wraps it around our naked bodies and we stay like that for a long while.
* * *
Eventually, I begin to get cold and the rug is not so comfortable.
“It’s late. I’d better make a move.”
“You can stay?”
“No, it would be awkward in the morning with Amelia. And it’s not like I have far to go home is it?”
“Well let me go see if your own clothes are dry now and then I’ll walk you home.”
And he does. He walks me all the way to my door where he pushes me against it, claiming my mouth once more. Finally, after a couple of minutes, he breaks the kiss. “And now I have a raging hard on again.”
I put my hand down between us and stroke him through his shorts.
“Not helping.”
I giggle and drop my hand, going in my bag for my keys.
“Thank you for a lovely evening. I’ll see you, er—”
“Tomorrow. You will see us tomorrow. Come for breakfast.”
I don’t hesitate to reply.
“Okay. But only if it’s pancakes.”
“Deal. I’ll teach you how to cook them without getting the mixture all over the ceiling and floor.”
I shove him in the arm. “Go on, show off. Back to your own house.”
He laughs and I watch him walk back to his own front door. He shakes his arse at me before he goes inside.
It’s going to be a long time until the morning.