Page 73 of Pictures in Blue
I adjust our bodies so I am hovering over her, arms braced on either side of her head. I nudge her nose gently with mine, my hair forming a curtain around us.
“What is better than good?” I press. “Great? Grand? Fantastic? The best you’ve ever had?”
Each word is followed by a touch to her skin, a kiss on her lips, pressure from our centers.
I kiss her lazily and she pulls me in to deepen the kiss. Slow, easy. Then, she spreads her legs on either side of me and hooks her ankles behind me.
“As much as I love this position, honey, I don’t think I want to do this with them watching,” I say, nodding my head to the five creatures planted in front of the windows, staring.
Avery follows my gaze and lets out a full belly laugh and I think it is the most beautiful sound I have ever heard, besides the noises she makes when she comes. I want to collect her sounds, bottle them up in a jar to save them just for me. Open them when I need something to remind me what is possible in this life.
She kisses me again long and deep before pushing me off of her towards the door.
“You could have at least let me have the blanket to cover myself!” I exclaim, the chilled morning air biting at places I’d rather it never reach ever again.
“And why would I deprive myself of such a view?” She asks, gathering the extra blanket to her chest as if it would fly away with the slightest gust of wind.
“I can’t argue with you there,” I say, turning to show her my ass and making a show of bending down to scoop up my forgotten clothes.
“Cocky.”
“And you love it.” I grab a blanket from the floor instead before letting the dogs out to do their business. Judy and Bernard burst from the door and sprint through the yard while Buddy jogs his way down the stairs, taking his time. Hermes and Patch are slower to move. Both have arthritis and take a bit longer to walk down the stairs.
I hear Avery’s feet padding across the wooden floor closer until she reaches my back and wraps her arms along with the blanket around my torso. “What’s on the agenda today, Mountain Man?”
“Mountain Man?”
“Just thought I’d try it out. Charlotte wants me to call you Lumberjack, but I think Mountain Man suits you more.”
“And why’s that?” I ask, half-turning my head and placing my hand over hers, the other holding the blanket around my waist in place.
She shrugs. “It just does. Do you have one of those mountain hats?”
“Mountain hats?” I chuckle.
“Yeah, you know, the ones with the fuzzy lining and ear flaps? You’d look good in one of those.”
I chuckle. “People around here don’t wear trapper hats.”
“Is that what they’re called?”
“Yes.”
“Well, then I’ll settle for a backwards baseball cap…only the cap though.”
I turn in her embrace and match her teasing gaze. “Oh, will you now?”
“I will,” she says confidently.
“I had no idea one evening of orgasms would make you so risque, Reid.”
“Well, it was the best I’ve ever had,” she responds. “Waters.”
The way she says my name has me, and other parts of my body, jumping to full attention. Her hands find the edge of the blanket covering my bottom half and teases her fingers along the top of it before she rips it from me and sprints back inside leaving me stark naked on my back porch.
“Reid!” I call after her. Giggling like a mad woman, she stands on the other side of the shut sliding glass door holding up my blanket in one hand and securing hers around her with the other.
“Ooops!” She drops the blanket to the floor and stares at me with a wild smile. I like this side of her. Playful, light. I also like being clothed, but I am not going to give her the satisfaction of knowing that piece of information. As she continues to stare, her eyes landing below my waist, I turn and lean my elbows on the wooden railing in front of the chairs and stick out my ass in all its glory, surprisingly comfortable naked knowing she’s the one with the view.
