Page 32 of Forever Endeavor

CHAPTER 10

Billie

Alight flicker tickled her ankle bone. Billie kicked her foot beneath the covers and repositioned, finding the cool spot on her pillow to guide her back to dreamland. It was still dark. Plenty of time left to sleep.

Moments later, scratchy fur grazed the rounded curve of her calf. Mouse? Panic seized her for a split second before her brain jolted awake with the realization that it was no skittering rodent, but a 220-pound, nocturnal grease monkey on the prowl.

The mattress dipped and open-mouthed kisses feathered her legs, gradually working up to the tender fleshiness of her inner thighs. Billie willed her heavy eyes to open and made out a mound burrowing toward her from the foot of the bed. She lifted the blankets. “What do you think you’re doing?” she hissed.

“Apologizing.” Sonny hooked his arms under her thighs, moving them further apart before resuming his delicious act of contrition. Billie threw her head back into the pillow and thanked her lucky stars for his expertise and her esthetician for convincing her to go all-in on that pre-vacation waxing session. She gave in to blossoming arousal as he lavished slow, gently-sucking kisses on her sensitive bud. He didn’t rush it, but took his damn time pleasuring her as she fell under the spell of his tongue magic and that secret weapon of scintillating texture on his upper lip.Sweet ghost of Marvin Gaye, this is some mighty fine sexual healing.

The sound of her own heartbeat pounded in her ears, a sensuous symphony in concert with the hot, ragged breathing and moans he coaxed out of her as he nimbly stroked with his mouth and fingers. At last, her hips locked, and her legs began to quiver uncontrollably, the tension in her belly pulling taut. With a well-placed flick, lick and one long, last stroke against her heavy, swollen need, she unravelled in the darkness, spinning, and twisting and finally, floating amid the stars.

With a gust of warm air and the heady scent of moist, hot sex on his breath, Sonny popped up from beneath the sheets, sweaty and smiling.

“Remind me again why I was ever mad at you?” she mewled, her pulsing body still floating on the astral plane somewhere between Mars and Jupiter.

“Can’t seem to recall,” he answered, his hands busy under the covers. Foil crinkled, then he moved over her, positioning himself higher on the bed. Being under him made her realize how much she’d missed the weight of a man on top of her, yet it paled to the perfectly incredible way he filled her, hot and hard, stretching and quenching the heat from within. They both moaned.

She pulled him down to her waiting mouth, needing him in there too. The taste of her sex coated his lips and buttery tongue. Being toe to toe and face to face made this time even better than the last, and she was certain their first encounter would be impossible to top. “Oh God, this feels sooo good.” A blissful sigh crossed her lips as pleasure rippled through her body. “But what if Cal hears us?”

“He’s gone. I waited until he left,” he panted, the bed squeaking and creaking beneath them as they moved faster. She’d kept her eyes closed nearly the whole time they fucked in his office, but now she dared herself to take it all in. He seemed to enjoy her watching him and for her, it scaled up the intensity. Sonny raised himself up, bracing his arms on either side of her for leverage as he began to thrust wildly. She clung tightly as his hips bucked, studying his sweaty face as it contorted with ecstasy. He shook and a throaty groan rumbled out of him. Sweet release at last. He dropped down next to her on the pillow, ragged breathing and hammering hearts defying the spent bodies lying in the tangle of damp sheets.

“That was un-fucking-believable,” he rasped, kissing her shoulder. The soft scratch of his mustache sent a wave of goosebumps undulating across her torso, the sensation tickling her nipples and making them pucker again. “Just my luck you sleep naked too.”

She giggled. “I don’t usually, but I guess I forgot to pack pajamas.”

“No pajamas as long as you’re here. A body like this should not sleep confined,” he said, cupping her breast and strumming his thumb over the nipple. “Plus, it makes for easier access.”

“You’re lucky I didn’t kick you in the face and break your nose. I thought you were a mouse.”

“No, not a mouse, only a rat.” He chuckled and left to get rid of the condom.

Upon returning, they lay face to face. Billie brushed the back of her fingers over his stubbled cheek as his hand caressed her hip. “I’m sorry that I jumped out of the truck.”

“I’m sorry that I made you want to jump,” he said, “and that I didn’t introduce you properly to Stan and Bernice. Of course, we’re friends. I just got a little freaked out.”

Billie was touched by his sincerity. “I get it. The fact that your aunt has devoted a section of her rosary beads to finding you a new wife makes the freak-out completely understandable.”

“She means well. They all do.”

“That’s because they love you and want you to be happy.”

He nodded on the pillow. “Yeah, I know.”

Her eyes adjusted to the dark so she could make out his facial features. He was actually quite handsome once you got past the thick black ‘stache, and even that had started to win her over. It was manly. Virile. A built-in thigh tickler that was a real treasure for pleasure. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.” He yawned and his heavy eyelids flickered.

“Why don’t you want me to write the story I heard from Cal?”

His eyes flew open. “Billie, write about whatever you want.”

“Last night, you were throwing all kinds of shade about your uncle being undependable and full of shit, and I’d really like to know what that’s about.”

“Another time.”

“You crawled into my bed at five in the morning for sex. I’m not complaining, but now that I’m fully awake, I think it’s a great time for you to tell me a story.”

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