Page 73 of Enticement
“Say yes, Evie.”
Ross pulled off his shirt and chucked it onto the pile of clothing beside them. Raindrops chased across his pecs, and formed rivulets amongst the soft V of hairs between his nipples, that narrowed down towards his naval, only to thicken again at the base of his cock.
“Yes,” she whimpered.
Ross surged into her immediately, so their bodies slapped together and her breasts bounced with the motion. Ross’s palms closed around their thinly veiled weight and roughly moulded and massaged them. She climaxed quickly, the sharp pleasure tingling across her cold skin, barely dispersing before he was bent over her again, and had locked his mouth with hers.
Evie entwined both her arms and legs around his back.
Swift and eager he moved, his glans tugging at her already sensitized flesh every time he reached the brink. “Oh, I’ve been waiting for this. You’ve no idea.” The words of praise, of thanks continued to spill from his lips. “Ever since that first day when I saw you in that sheer sundress and the rain turned it into tissue-paper plastered to your skin. Oh, Evie. I could fuck you like this five times a day, every day, and never have enough.”
She believed him, every word of it, though she suspected he’d find some method of including Kit into their wild couplings. “Hard,” she breathed into his eye. “Fuck me faster and don’t slow down.”
“Yeah.” His chest expanded with his next breath and his weight slammed into her, driving her across the pile of leaves and up against the tree base.
Evie braced her hands against the bark. “I mean it. Don’t stop.”
Every stab of his cock warmed her from the inside out. Perspiration burst across their skin where their bodies lay moulded together, wetting the places the rain didn’t reach.
“Oh, Evie!” He sucked air through his teeth on a backstroke and froze, his eyes closed, and jaw protruding with the strain. “I can’t…” he gasped, thrusting forward again so that his cock convulsed deep inside her. A swift roll of his pelvis set off a second orgasm for Evie. Unlike the fire-flash blink of the first one, this one drummed like the rain and jerked her hips, while her insides clenched tight around his spasming cock, until they both gradually quieted.
They lay pressed together, listening to the sounds of the forest for several minutes, neither quiet ready to move. “I love you. Thank you.” Ross dropped a kiss onto the tip of her nose and then carefully rolled off her. He helped her regain her feet, and they stood looking at one another. Ross held her hand and swirled her beneath his arms. He backed her up against the bark of the oak tree squatted on the ridge behind them. “Mind if I carry you home, my merry water nymph?”
“I think dryad is more appropriate,” Evie replied as she tried to extract leaves from her hair. She gave up after the first three and stooped to collect her clothes instead. They were wet and streaked with dirt. She wrinkled her nose at the prospect of forcing her legs inside their covering. Ross tied his shirt around her middle instead.
“I did say I was going to carry you home.” He did just that. Stumbling a little over the uneven ground, he carried her straight upstairs and ran a hot bubble bath that they both climbed into. “I think we should have Kit’s name added to the lease,” he said as they sat snuggled together surrounded by fluffy white foam.
“Is he going to want that? He has Rose Cottage.”
“But we can’t all move in there yet. There’s no proper bathroom for starters. I’d rather we persuaded him to stay here a bit longer first. I don’t like him staying over there on his own. He’s already had one…accident. Heavens knows what could happen if anything more major occurred.”
Evie noticed Ross pause, but didn’t remark upon it. She didn’t like the idea of Kit staying alone in that big house either, but she suspected he’d refuse the offer of a joint tenancy. He seemed intent on working his way into their relationship at his own pace now they were over the initial hurdles. And maybe he was right. Perhaps separate retreats would serve them better for awhile until they really got to know one another. Besides, as had been demonstrated on two occasions already today, there were times when only having two of them around served their purposes better than being a constant triad.
“Maybe we should just all think in terms of moving into Rose Cottage when it’s restored, and give ourselves some breathing room for a bit.”
Ross tugged the plug chain up with toes. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. It is nice to have some just us time.”
While it was nice to have some us time, it was also nice to have Kit home with them in the evenings, but increasingly he seemed to be putting in long hours remodelling Rose Cottage. Ross too seemed overburdened at work. Spring had arrived, and with it, extra duties around the local farms in addition to the seemingly never ending queue of sick pets. Tourists started flocking to Melton Manor again so that even Evie was thoroughly worn out by the evenings. Sex started sliding into a secondary role to companionably chilling out playing video games or watching a movie together. Once or twice, they’d even spent the night over at Rose Cottage, huddled together for warmth on the twisted iron-bed.
With them all spending so much time away from home, Kit had begun taking Mimmy with him for company. For her part, the rapidly growing kitten had well and truly taken to the rambling old house and the execution of its fauna. She’d been delivering Kit a nice half-chewed mouse or baby bird every lunch time for the last week.
“Anyone home?” Evie called before she hurried in carting a shopping bag, although she knew the answer from the lack of cars on the drive. “Good.”
Having showered and made a cup of tea, she settled in the living room to paint her toenails. The boys might not have been missing their love-making, but she was feeling increasingly antsy; young male visitors to the big house had been turning her head all day, and it wasn’t a make out session with her vibrator she craved to still her wandering eyes. That meant taking a few minutes to put on the glitz and work out a seduction strategy for when her two boys did eventually crawl home.
Smiling, Evie smoothed the hem of her new dazzling white sundress. It was composed of three silky thin layers that hung to just above her knees, and embroidered with tiny red poppies. In combination with her new open-toed sandals it was sure to capture Ross’s interest. She was hoping that what lay underneath would nurture Kit’s attention. It’d hurt like hell, but she’d had her bikini-line waxed almost bare. She stuck her hand inside the leg of her panties and smoothed a fingertip over the baby soft skin, raising a tremble of excitement that left her wet and eager. Sex was certainly going to be interesting. Maybe this was the reason Kit preferred to be nude down there. Evie dabbed a finger in her moisture and brought it to her lips. The scent and taste of her own body further caused her insides to liquefy. Maybe a quick preparatory orgasm just to take the edge of her need, so she wasn’t completely gagging for it when they got home would be a good idea.
Only the doorbell rang.
With a sigh, she hobbled off to answer it.
Inwardly, her heart further sank when she recognized the caller as Lillianna, and recalled what had happened the last time she’d made an impromptu visit. “I’m not coming out. I’m not speaking to Molly or Tony or anybody else, and I’m not making an apology for hogging them both.”
Lillianna paid her no regard. She pushed her way inside and barged into the living room. “Have you seen it? They keep showing it on the local news.” She snatched up the TV remote and flicked channels until she found a news station.
“Seen what?” Evie slunk in behind her. Balanced on the edge of the sofa, she took up the little nail varnish brush again.
“The bit on the homeless women in York.”
