Page 22 of Her Sweetest Desires
“Shut up and come here.”
“Got you, Sweets.”
Without another word, I climbed on the bed and kissed her shoulder.
Using my knee, I pushed one of Billie’s legs up, aligned myself with her opening, and slid inside the place reserved for me. We groaned simultaneously. I buried my face in the back of her neck then moved. Our movements started slow but quickly picked up once she adjusted to me.
I slid my hand between her thighs and found her clit, massaging it.
“Shit, Truce.”
“Shh, Sweets.” I chuckled and placed my lips to her ear. “I thought you promised you could be quiet. You want your folks to know what we’re doing. Hmm?”
“No . . . Fuck no.”
Billie’s walls tightened around me, and I knew she was about to cum.
I gripped her hip with my free hand and shifted slightly so I was at an angle. Billie cried out, and I prayed there was no one near our bedroom door. She met me stroke for stroke. Ourquietsession was forgotten the closer we got to our end. I quickly switched our positions so she was on her back, and I hovered over her.
I kissed my wife and pulled back to look into her eyes.
“Cum for me, Sweets. I can feel it, mama, so give it to me.”
Wordlessly, Billie’s mouth dropped open as she came.
“Oh my?—”
I covered her mouth with mine when she finally found her voice.
“You owe me some money for not keeping your word.”
Billie laughed then arched into me as I smirked against her lips. Two during a quickie session hadn’t happened in a long time. Just as I came, there was a knock at the door.
“Daddy?”
Thanksgiving Dinner
Dinner time had finally rolled around,and my nerves were all over the place.
By the time Truce and I made it back downstairs, the dining room table had been set up, and my holiday glass warming dishes were filled. I walked into the kitchen to see what else needed to be done, and everything stopped moving. Mommy looked at my mother-in-law out of the corner of her eye and smirked.
Slowly, they turned toward me, smiled, and I squinted.
“What happened? The mac and cheese burned or something?”
I stepped toward my oven, but the only thing different was the foil had been removed, and the mac and cheese looked fine.
“Nothing happened. You been glued to this kitchen for over twenty-four hours, then you disappeared. Everything okay?” Mommy looked me up and down then cut her eyes at Mama Constance. “You look refreshed, too, so I can guess the answer is yes.”
I bit the inside of my cheek so I wouldn’t blush.
“Yes, everything is okay. I apologize for being snappy earlier, and thank you two for being by my side since getting here.”
Mommy opened her arms, and I stepped into them.
This was the first holiday without her mother, so I knew it was hard on her too, but my grandmother was my best friend. Doing this without her, when it was supposed to be me and her, had me emotionally all over the place. I’d talked to my mother in a way that I would have never, and I felt like shit. Hell, I yelled at my husband, and that wasn’t something I ever wanted to do again.
Now that he had helped me calm down, I was ready to act like I had some sense.
