He pressed open my legs. I hadn’t put any panties on and I felt immediately exposed. He came between them, sliding my ass across the counter and the feeling went away as I felt his warmth against me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, even though I knew exactly what he was doing.
“Dessert,” he said and he kissed me.
He tasted like wine, I was sure I tasted like pie.
I wasn’t lying, I wanted more pie but after he started kissing me, I didn’t miss it much.
One of his hands was steady at my hip, the other hand was working between us, he was undoing his fly.
“Brace your hands on the counter edge,” he told me.
“What?”
In answer, he jerked me forward, tipping my hips. I grabbed the edge of the counter quickly and all of a sudden, he slid inside me.
Now, I’m no prude and I’m no saint but I can’t say I’d had an adventurous sex life. At least, I’d never had sex on a kitchen counter.
It was fantastic, slightly naughty, slightly illicit and you knew in the back of your head you’d remember it when you were making coffee.
“Now who’s going fast?” I asked, wrapping my legs around his hips.
He ground his h*ps into me and it felt so f**king good, I bit my lip.
“Have anything more to say?” he asked.
I shook my head, then I said, “Wait a second, I do. Do that again.” His body went still and his eyebrows went up.
I put my mouth against his and said, “Please.”
Then I got another version of The Smile, the sexiest, the best and the most dangerous, the warm and intimate smile you get when Lee’s moving inside you.
* * * * *
After, we had pie.
Then, we had a shower.
What with wet, soapy, na**d bodies, especially with one of them being Lee’s, things got out of hand and we tumbled out of the shower onto the bath mat.
After that, I said a silent thank you to the unknown Judy as the bathroom was sparkling clean and the bath mat smelled of fragrant drier sheets.
Later, we were in bed and I was pressed up against his side, his arm around my waist, my arm curled around his abs. I’d thrown a leg over his thigh and I had my head on his shoulder.
I was comfy, warm and very sleepy.
I felt good and if I allowed myself to think about it (which I did but only a little), I was happy.
“About you lookin’ for Rosie with Tex, I’m gonna have to ask you not to do it,” Lee said.
I didn’t want to have this conversation now. I was tired, very relaxed, maybe even happy, I didn’t want a conversation that might get heated.
So I ignored him.
He shook me a bit.
“Indy.”