30. October, 2012
OCTOBER, 2012
P aige and Robert were over the moon when, with Clio’s guidance, Julia and William discussed the impending changes: Grandma and Grandpa were moving into the same condo complex as Nonna Quinn. Paige, Robert, and Julia were staying put in the same house; no need to even change schools. And finally – William was moving in.
Granted, they were excited for different reasons – Robert, because he loved William, and his grandparents were still nearby. And Paige, because she would finally have her own room again.
Of course, Julia was excited for her own reasons: no more days or nights apart from William. Their lives and their relationship were moving forward, just like they had always dreamed. Except, of course, that it took nineteen years to get there.
Julia’s parents brought their most sentimental belongings and some of their furniture to Treemont, leaving everything else for Julia to deal with as she saw fit. In most cases, Julia sold anything of value, and donated the rest. Her mother’s twee taste in decor did not align with Julia’s.
During the weeks when Kevin had the kids, Julia helped William pack his Spartan belongings into boxes. With the house now relatively empty, they tore down he r mother’s old floral wallpaper and repainted. They furnished the house with a blend of William’s furniture and Julia’s, which had languished in storage for almost a year.
And of course, because Julia did nothing by halves, she had to throw a housewarming party. Not just any housewarming party, but a Halloween-themed costume party with food that looked disgusting, yet tasted delicious. Like Julia’s very own kitty-litter cake, complete with Tootsie Roll turds, the ends twisted for maximum authenticity.
By the end of October, Julia desperately needed a break. Luckily, the end of October also brought her birthday; and the Monday night before that, as William slid beneath the covers with her, he murmured, “Clear your calendar next weekend. We have plans.”
“But when the kids are with their dad, you are my plans,” she teased, rolling to face him on her side, already burrowing her hand beneath the waistband of his boxers. “By the way, why are you even wearing these?”
Chuckling, he tugged on her skimpy nightgown. “Why are you even wearing this? ”
“Because I love the way you take it off,” she purred into his ear, delving even further into his boxers.
But he stilled her hand. “I'm serious. We never did make up for the getaway we missed out on when the twins were born. So, I made plans for your birthday.”
Her brows lifted. “Really?”
“Of course,” he said, his voice growing a little husky as her hand snaked past his and reached its target.
“So,” she prompted, planting a soft, sensuous kiss on his lips before continuing, “what are we doing for my birthday?”
“It’s a secret,” he said, his words turning mushy as she lazily moved her hand along his length.
“No fair,” she pouted. “I’ve literally got your future in my hands. Or at least, I’ve got your next few minutes in my hands. You had better offer me something in return.”
“Oh, I will,” he promised against her open mouth, right before silencing her comeback with his tongue.
After a minute, he rolled her on top of him until she straddled his hips, and then he yanked off her skimpy nightgown, exposing her bare breasts to his mouth. “Oooh,” she teased in her sultriest tone, “talking about giving me something in return got you all hot and bothered, didn't it?”
He popped off her nipple just long enough to retort, “That, and thinking about the green dress you wore that day.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “You mean the sundress with practically no back?”
She gasped in shock when he answered by ripping her lacy thong in two with his bare hands. “That’s the one.”
Before she could protest the wholesale destruction of her lingerie, he yanked her up toward the headboard and lowered her onto his mouth.
She moaned, rocking against his tongue. “If this is how you react to just thinking about it, I'll definitely be wearing it again next weekend.”
Groaning, he rewarded her with the kind of orgasm only he could deliver. The kind that pretzeled her insides and her mind. And afterward, she made sure to return the favor.
Yeah... she was definitely wearing the green sundress next weekend.