“Thank you.” She smiles over her shoulder at me. “Here, we can eat in the dining room, since I haven’t had a reason to use this space yet.”
I set the two large boxes on the table while she wanders into the kitchen. I call out, “I hope you like extra cheese and pepperoni. I got one of each.”
She ambles back in with plates, napkins, and a bottle of wine. Placing everything on the table, she removes two wine glasses from a built-in corner hutch. “I hope you like wine. My realtor gave it to me as a housewarming gift and I’ll never drink it by myself.”
“Sure,” I answer. Wine’s not really my thing, but spending time with Juliet is something I enjoy. If she told me I had to drink the entire bottle myself or go back home, I’d drink the fuck up.
She removes the cork like a pro and pours us each a generous portion of red wine. Handing over a glass to me, she raises hers. “To new friends getting to know each other.” Tapping my glass gently to hers, I repeat the toast before taking a sip while she watches. “Do you like how it tastes?”
I lick my lips and savor the dry, fruity taste in my mouth. “It’s not bad.”
“Good. Let’s sit and eat. I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I smelled this.”
“If you haven’t had Pizzeria Ramona’s, you’ve been missing out.”
“Well, I haven’t. I’ve been cooking a lot and haven’t tried any of the local places aside from the coffee shop.” She takes a bite of an extra cheese slice and moans exaggeratedly. “Good Lord, where has this pizza been all my life?”
“Right? I don’t know how I’ll survive four years in Ohio without being able to order this.”
“They’ll have someplace to get good pizza,” she says with confidence. “Even bad pizza is still decent.”
“Not this good,” I say.
“No, probably not.”
We continue making small talk as we devour most of the pizza. Juliet refills our glasses each time they get low and it’s not long until the bottle is empty.
“Well, that went quick.” She giggles.
“After the first glass, it tasted much better.” I wink.
“How did you manage to come over tonight? Don’t your parents care that you're spending time with the new mystery woman?”
“My parents are out of town through the weekend. I’ve got four more days of peace and solitude.”
“Nice. You can keep me company then.” She lays her palm on my forearm, and my skin tingles as my nerve endings jump to life.
“I can spend as much or as little time with you as you’d like.”
“Are you sure you want to do that?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
“We might give in to our urges and kiss.”
I rake my teeth over my bottom lip and nod. “It’s possible.”
“What if we come to some kind of agreement?” she asks.
“Such as?” She’s piqued my curiosity.
“We’d have to decide the details. But you’re leaving for school soon and you don’t need romantic baggage back here.”
“You’re not baggage,” I correct.
“You know what I mean. You should start college free of any romantic entanglements. And as much as I enjoy your company and find you extremely attractive, I’m not in a position to be romantically tied to you.”
“What are you thinking?”
“I miss sex, badly. My husband was the only man I’ve been with.”
“You haven’t had sex in how long?” I ask.
“Over two years.”
“That’s a long time.”
“It is. Which is why I was wondering if you’d like to have sex with me?”
Allefuckinglujah.
“Hell yeah. Right now?” Rising, I press on the table. “It’s time for dessert.”
She laughs. “Not on the table, silly. I want the comfort of a bed beneath me.”
“A bed works fine too,” I agree.
“Okay, we need to work out the rest of our agreement.”
“Do we need to sign a contract? Am I going to need a safe word, Mrs. Thatcher?” I jest.
She peers at me from under her thick lashes. “Maybe.”
A groan expels from my lips. I’m already hard as stone.
“There’s two possible ways this can go,” she says. “We can do this tonight and satisfy our mutual curiosity. Or, we can take advantage of your parents being away and for the next four nights, you can spend the time with me.”
“And we screw our brains out,” I add.
“Exactly. What’ll it be? One night or more?”
Chapter Seven
Emmett
Lips joined, we slam into the wall outside her bedroom. When she asked me what it was going to be, I almost laughed. What kind of question is that? One night with her or four to fuck my fill of her is a no brainer.
Caging her in, my hands cup her tits, squeezing their fullness. Oh, Jesus. She’s not wearing a bra. I brush my thumbs over her taut nipples, and she whimpers into my mouth.
Gripping the hem of her shirt, I peel the material over her sleek stomach, continuing upward and revealing her breasts. Parting our mouths, I draw her shirt over her head so I can watch my hands cup her naked tits for the first time. Her hard nipples tease my palms as I knead the round flesh. My large hands appear dark against the pale, blemish-free skin.
Leaning forward, I close my lips around one rosy peak, sucking and teasing the flesh with my tongue. Her fingers sink into my hair, urging me to continue. I glide over to pay attention to her other nipple.
“Yes, Emmett,” she sighs my name with pleasure. Sliding my hands down, I cup her ass and pick her up. She wraps her legs around me, heels digging into my ass, as she grinds into my cock. Carrying her, I get us to her bed as quickly as possible and topple us both down onto the mattress. Not wasting any time, I remove her shorts and panties, pausing to look her over. “You’re so beautiful.”
“You’re not touching me,” she reminds me, and I chuckle. “Sorry, ma’am. I got distracted.”
Her fingers tug at my shirt, and I rip it over my head. Then her hands move down to hook inside the waistband of my shorts and boxers. Licking her lips, she drags them over my hips, and I smile. “I knew you wanted to get me out of my clothes since we met,” I tease.
“Hell yeah. That’s not all I want.”
“Oh yeah? What else do you desire?”
Using her body weight, she flips me to my back, taking me by surprise. Straddling my thighs, she peers down at me, sandy hair cascading between us. “I’d rather show you.” She grips my cock in her fist, and I clench my teeth. I’ve wanted her touch for what feels like forever—I’ve even dreamt about it. But nothing prepared me for the exquisite feeling when she guided me to her entrance and slowly slid down my length. I almost pulled a “Jim” from the movie American Pie.
I clutch her hips, guiding her movements as she rocks on me. Oh, Christ. While I have had sex, I’ve never had my cock ridden before. Watching her tits bounce and her pussy swallowing my cock is the hottest thing ever. I tenaciously hang on to the last thread of my resolve. This has to be as phenomenal for her as it is for me. I’ve never felt anything comparable to the ecstasy of being wrapped in her hot, wet channel.