His hands slipped against her stomach, sweat forming between his palms making him sink boney fingers into Lisbeth’s marshmallow soft skin for traction. He leaned back pulling himself all the way out of her, and sat on his heels. They stared at one another. Their breathing shared like the sweat that drenched them. He trailed a finger amid the soft curls sandwiched between her legs and she wiggled slightly, causing the extra fold of her stomach to jiggle. He gave her a wicked grin and thrust deep into her. She shuddered under him, causing the bed to vibrate with her, making the objects on the nightstand jump ship.
He gave her three more long strokes before he rolled over beside her. Jake slapped her thigh, causing the skin to ripple. “Now that is what I’m talking about. Did you like that?” His tongue engulfed her tiny lips before she could answer him. His slow methodical kiss, erased all signs of fatigue. A fire stirred within. Her desire for him renewed once again. He tried to pull away, but she pulled him back, baseball mitt hands wrapped around his golf stick-sized arms. Her kiss deeper, spoke of her renewed passion. He groaned in response.
Jake brought an arm around, pinching her ample bottom hard, making her squirm once again. Pulling away, she gazed into his eyes. He traced his hand around her melon-sized buttock. “I’m hungry baby, why don’t you make me a sandwich?”
“Extra mayo babe,” Jake said.
She smiled at him and started out of their bedroom.
“Oh, and a few slices of avocado this time.” He raised an eyebrow that nearly stole her heart. “I need to keep my strength up for round two.” His eyebrow dropped and he gave her a wide sexy grin.
Smiling shyly over her shoulder; Lisbeth nodded, then exited the room. The doorbell rang as she piled his plate with a mountain of plain potato chips. “Jake come get your sandwich while I answer the door.” Lisbeth called out.
Smiling shyly over her shoulder; Lisbeth nodded, then exited the room. The doorbell rang as she piled his plate with a mountain of plain potato chips. “Jake come get your sandwich while
I answer the door.” Lisbeth called out.
She slipped her feet into the purple slippers kept in the living room and shuffled to the hall closet for a robe, but the ringing was so insistent, over and over, never taking a pause. Was someone in danger? Forgeting the robe she walked briskly down the hallway; a painful stitch
attacked her chest as she put her hand on the brass knob of her front door. She unlocked the
deadbolt, the bottom lock, before yanking the door open.
someone in danger? Forgeting the robe she walked briskly down the hallway; a painful stitch
attacked her chest as she put her hand on the brass knob of her front door. She unlocked the
deadbolt, the bottom lock, before yanking the door open.
A young woman five years her senior, stood before her with a