Page 28 of Night Moves

Willow

I stand in the kitchen watching out the window as Diesel chases Eizlee and her little friend from next door around the back yard. I just put the finishing touches on her birthday cupcakes and checked the pans of lasagna that are keeping warm in the oven. Salad, fruit bowl, relish tray are already on the picnic tables outside. The rest of the team and their families will be arriving shortly to help complete the celebration.

“Honey, is there anything we can do to help?”

Turning, I hug my Dad. “Just having you and Helen here is all I wanted.”

“Any time, sweetheart. Anytime.”

Shouts of greeting from the back yard signal the arrival of more guests. “Actually, maybe you can help me start carrying the bread and lasagna out.”

“You grab the bread, I’ll get the first tray of pasta.”

Eizlee comes rushing up to me. “Mama, Mama. He came. Silo’s here. He made it.”

Diesel walks up behind me. Slipping his arm around my waist, he kisses my neck.

“Daddy, did you see he made it?”

“Yes, sweetheart. I see. You can go to the gate and wait for him. Do not go outside the fence.”

“I won’t. Can I show him the Robins nest?”

“Yes.”

We both watch in wonder at the bond that magically formed between those two. While some kids are terrified of Silo, he’s a marshmallow for our little one.

There’s been a lot of learning and growing for all of us. Eizlee still has trouble sleeping through the night and almost always joins us at some point. We’ve been told she’ll grow out of it, but being left unattended, abandoned, is still fresh in her consciousness.

After being around other children, Eizlee started calling us Mama and Daddy just like the other kids called their parents. The therapist said it was natural and to not make a big deal about it, more explanations will come at the appropriate time and age. When she looks at a picture of Vicky we call her Mama Vicky.

All that is important right now is the love and nurturing she receives. And we’ve got a ton of that.

Much later that night when my Dad and stepmom have retired, and we finally got Eizlee to sleep. I’m in the kitchen finishing up the last of the dishes while Diesel takes out the garbage.

The soft stains of a slow dance gradually get louder. Diesel comes up behind me placing his phone on the counter and his palms on my waist urging me back against his hard body.

His touch, his heat, the way he moves his hips are a sensual magnet. I will never get enough of this man. “Shut off the lights. Do your thing with the doors and window and meet me in bed in five minutes, D-man. I can’t wait any longer. I need your horizontal dance moves.”

He licks my neck and whispers, “I’ll be there in four, be ready. I’ve got a surprise for you tonight.”

I toss the dishtowel on the counter and head to our bedroom. Thank god, it’s on the opposite side of the house from Eizlee and my parents.

I’ve got a surprise for him, too.

Exactly four minutes later I’ve rolled the bedding down to the end, lit a candle on each bedside table, stripped off my clothes, and am lying naked on the sheets, feet crossed at the ankles and hands clasped above my head with a trail of raspberries on my torso.

He comes in the room immediately locking the door before looking toward the bed. Slowly his gaze travels up my body from feet to headboard.

“Fuck baby, I’m starved, and you lay out a feast like this for me. How did I get so lucky to find you.”

Barefoot and using his dancer’s strut he slowly makes his way to the end of the bed while stripping off his shirt and belt. Pausing he slowly undoes the buttons on his jeans and pushes them off. Dragging his open palms up his thighs he cups his balls then pumps his shaft twice making sure I see how hard he is for me.

He leans forward like a panther on the prowl. “Do. Not. Move. No matter how good it feels I want you to stay just like this.”

I should have known better than to tease him. The next fifteen minutes he drives me crazy. Licking, sucking his way up my body. When he reaches the raspberries he shares, feeding me every other one. When they’re gone, he kisses me before working his way backdown my body.

Worshiping my clit, he brings me to climax twice before lining his cock up at my entrance and slowly driving home. Molding his body to mine, he slides his arm under my back and cups my shoulders.

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