Page 53 of The Single Dad's Guide to Recreation

“Sure you don’t want to go zip-lining this afternoon instead? Little rock climbing?” Hands still on my butt, she pulls us closer so that my swiftly growing erection presses into her cleft.

“The only zipping I’m interested in is what it takes to get you out of these clothes.” Palming her ass, I lift her to my hips. “And you’re welcome to climb this rock as often as you like.”

Groaning, she laughs at my dad joke. “What about horseback riding?”

“I think you know the answer to that question.” Before she can taunt me further, I toss her onto the bed, stalking her as she scoots across it. When I pin her down with my torso, she squirms. I push away, thinking that I’m squashing her, but she loops her legs around my thighs. “I was just positioning myself for optimum…”

“Friction?” I finish for her.

“Exactly.” She bites her lip and glances between us. “Except I think we need less fabric between us.”

“I couldn’t agree more.” Levering up to my knees, I pull my button-down and t-shirt off in one swoop, but when I look down, she hasn’t moved, so I reach for her zipper. “Okay?”

“I… just…” The pink on her cheeks spreads to the decolletage revealed by her blouse. “You said you didn’t have a six-pack! You’re jacked.”

My own cheeks heat at the compliment, and my abdomen shivers when she strokes a finger over its ridges. “Working out keeps me sane.”

When I reach for her buttons, she holds up a hand. “Just be forewarned. Things are far squishier under my clothes.”

“I plan to worship at the altar of this body and its softness.” Eyes on the prize, I make quick work of the shirt buttons before separating the flowery fabric to reveal a scrap of red lace cupping her breasts. Their pale curves are so inviting, my palms ache to replace the bra. As I trail a finger over it, I say, “I’m torn here—do I want you with or without lace?”

She squeezes my thighs with hers. “Maybe you should check out the matched set before removing it.”

“Excellent plan.”

“But first, there’s the age-old question,” she says, reaching for the button at the top of my khakis.

“Don’t worry, I’ve got condoms.”

She stills, blinking for a moment, before saying, “Well, that’s good. But what I’m wondering is, boxers or briefs?”

The moment we reveal another bit red of lace on her and boxers on me, words in full sentences are no longer happening. All I can do is stroke and kiss my way from one end of her to the other. Her spine arches to meet my lips. Soft, pale skin shudders under my fingertips. But it’s the little sounds she makes that really get me going—tiny whimpers, moans, and kitten-like growls.

Once we’ve lost the final bits of clothing, I fall to her side and play while she tells me where to touch and for how long. When her legs go rigid, I double down on her clit until she cries out, release rolling through her.

Watching her come down, my palm resting on her belly, she’s so beautiful my throat tightens, full of so much feeling. Before I can ask if she needs anything, she swipes her hair out of her eyes and rolls on top of me.

“Where are those condoms? I need you inside me now.”

“Uh… in my dopp kit?” My voice goes up in pitch at the end as I try not to laugh at her commanding tone.

She rolls off me again and points in the general direction of the door. “Go get ’em!”

After saluting her, I jog to my bag, glad there’s a screen of trees and bushes outside the windows since all the curtains are wide open.

“And lube if you brought it,” she calls after me.

“Copy that.” Moments later, I’m back by her side with a handful of condoms and two kinds of lube. Holding them up, I say, “Water- or silicone-based?”

“I think water-based will work. I just want a little extra slipperiness. It’s been a while.”

She sits up, reaching for a condom and pressing a hand to my sternum. Following her lead, I fall onto my back and tuck my hands behind my head as she suits and then lubes me up. Draping her torso over mine, she balances on one arm while pressing my cock into her cleft with her other hand, rocking into me. My dick strains into her hand, begging for more, but before I can put words to its need, she shifts her hips and guides me to her entrance.

Holding my breath, I let her set the pace as she eases me in. “You okay?”

“More than okay. You feel so forking good.” Her words end in a growly moan when she lands, her ass kissing my balls.

The combination of her goofy word choice with the sexy-as-hell throatiness of her voice—not to mention the way her walls grip my cock—has me grinning so hard my cheeks hurt. I’ve never had so much fun making love to a woman. Instead of dwelling on my past, I dive into the sensation, needing to savor every moment I get to be naked with Avery.

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