Page 33 of Halloween Hottie
“And I don’t have a mortgage,” I joke.
She giggles and looks over at me. “I’m glad we’re doing this.”
“Me too,” I whisper, leaning in and pressing my mouth to hers. My hands cup her cheeks and hers move up to cover them. As the kiss grows deeper, I slowly lie her back, covering her body with mine.
Her arms wrap around my neck and pull me closer. My hands begin touring her body, caressing and squeezing all my favorite spots. Clothes get pushed and pulled away, thrown on the floor, and within minutes I’m sliding inside her. We both let out a relieved moan at the connection, and I kiss her neck as I pause to get a grip. Already I’m ready to blow.
Elizabeth’s nails dig into my back and egg me on. Holding her with one hand, I pull my hips back and send them flying forward into her once again. Her back arches and she lets out a soft moan. The bed is squeaking beneath our weight as she places her hand on my chest, stopping me.
“Do you think they can hear us?”
“Who?” I ask, kissing her jaw and neck.
“The people in the bar,” she whispers around a giggle when I nip her ear.
“Who cares?” I ask, rolling my hips and hitting that spot inside of her that will have her coming undone around me.
She moans, and just like that her worry is gone.
She fits me snugly, and she’s so warm and welcoming that all I want to do is stay buried in her forever. I don’t know where we’ll go, but I hope, wherever it is, we go together.
Epilogue
ELIZABETH
It’s been one year since I met Jake, and I thank God every day for giving him to me. Tonight is the annual Halloween party and the two of us are going in couples costumes. I can’t wait to dress up like Ricky and Lucy. I even got a red wig and bright-red lipstick for the occasion.
I make it home from work and go about my day, doing some laundry, cleaning up the kitchen, and then I go for a shower. I’m just stepping out when Jake gets home from the bar. After a few months of us dating, we decided to make it official and he moved in. He still stays at his apartment from time to time, like when he has an early delivery, but ninety-nine percent of the time, he’s here, in my bed.
I wrap myself in a towel and step out into the hallway where he’s standing. “Mmm, knew I was on my way home, did you?” he says, pulling me against him and moving his lips to my neck.
I laugh and wrap my arms and legs around him, letting him carry me into the bedroom. We fall onto the bed. I can already feel how excited he is.
“No, I was getting ready for the party, but we can do this instead,” I giggle out.
His hands push my towel open, and he kisses his way down my body, sucking my nipples into his mouth and flicking his tongue against them. My fingers lace into his hair, tugging at the root as I urge him down my body. He takes the hint and kisses lower, stopping on my needy clit. He licks and sucks and flicks and I come undone completely when he slides two fingers deep inside me.
I call out his name and arch my back, riding out every last earth-shattering wave. When my moans have quieted, he gets up onto his knees and pulls off his shirt. He tosses it on the floor while looking down at me and freeing himself from his jeans—he pushes them down his hips and his massive length springs free.
I reach out and take him in hand, working my way up and down the silky soft skin of his shaft. He lets out a deep moaning sound before catching my wrist and pulling my hand away as he guides himself into me. He fits me perfectly and snugly. It’s like his body was made for mine. He’s not too big and certainly not too small. He’s perfect, filling every inch of me to the point of stretching. Every time we connect, it’s like the first time all over again. It only takes me minutes of having him inside me to shatter all over again and soon after, he follows, filling me.
“Ican’t believe we’re wearing this,” he says as he looks at his appearance in the mirror.
“You look handsome,” I say, running my hand over his lapels. He’s wearing a nice black suit with shiny dress shoes, a button-up shirt, bow tie, and a straw skimmer hat. His hair is slicked back and he’s clean-shaven. If only his face was a little more rounded, he’d look just like Ricky Ricardo.
“I like my dress,” I tell him, looking at myself in the mirror. The dress is a vintage black and white Gingham Ethel swing dress. I’m wearing sensible high heels, and a black belt around my waist. My red wig is in place and my red lipstick is on point, overdrawn just like it should be to give me Lucy’s exact lip shape.
“Too bad there isn’t a costume contest. I’m pretty sure we’d win,” I say.
He rolls his eyes but doesn’t say a word as we head to the party. We arrive a little late, and the party is in full swing by the time we walk in. Again, like years passed, the party is spilling out into the entryway where people are dancing, drinking, and having fun. We head to the kitchen for a drink and Margo is doing body shots off some guy on the island.
“Ricky! Lucy!” she yells, rushing over, dressed as a pink Power Ranger. “You guys look adorable!”
“Thank you,” I say, pulling her in for a hug.
Jake steps up and gets us both a beer.
“Thank you,” I tell him when he hands one over.
