“I’ll do it,” Nate says to her, leaving us alone while Steve helps out his father-in-law with the barbecue.
Maggie leans into me, “I’m glad you came today, I can see how happy you make Nate - he’s besotted with you - which I can’t tell you how relieved I am to see.”
“How do you mean?” I ask
“Well, I suppose he’s told you about Lucia’s mum?” Hmmm, maybe the few lagers she’s had are making her a little loose-lipped.
“Yeah, he’s told me about her.”
“We thought at one point he’d never meet someone else and move on.” my stomach sinks, but I don’t say anything, she carries on “for some reason, that bloody nightmare of a woman seemed to have a hold on him and no matter what she did or how she treated him, he always welcomed her back with open arms.”
Fuck. I don’t want to hear this.
She must see the worried expression on my face because she says quickly, “No, my point is, honey, that I can tell he’s crazy about you, the spell is finally broken. I’ve never seen him look at her the way he looks at you. You make him happy and you don’t give him hell, it's heaven to watch, believe me.”
I smile at her. “Well, thank you - I think. Only time will tell on that one, the next time she makes an appearance.”
Jess loves every minute of today, and it makes me happy to see her settled here. She is being herself and is comfortable. The girls beg to sleep over, and Lucia has her own room there; it's okay with Nate’s mum, so I agree. I'm reluctant. I've only just met them, but she pleads with me, and all eyes are on meto agree. Nate talks me into it, assuring me she’ll be fine, so I get them settled in her single bed together with assurances from Simone that it’s fine and that I can pick them up in the morning.
When we get back to his place, I turn to him. “Sooo, house to ourselves…”
He turns to me and grins, “Yeah, you know what that means . . . ”
“Do I?” I ask innocently
“Yeah, it means you can scream as loud as you like.”
Lust shoots around my body, landing in between my legs. He makes his way over to where I'm standing in his dining room. I go to move away to tease him, but he stops me, grabs me by the waist, and plants me on the dining room table. He holds my knees, pushing them outwards so that my legs are spread, and he settles between them. His hand reaches between my legs and rubs on my most sensitive part through my playsuit.
I throw my head back. “Hmmm… oh yeah, that’s good.”
“Bet you're wet for me already, aren’t you?”
I lean forward to try to kiss him, and he pulls back. “Honey . . . “ I say to him, my tone pleading.
“Let’s have a see,” he slides his hand up my playsuit leg and inside my knickers, where he slides two of his fingers inside me. “Oh fuck . . . I knew it, you’re ready for me all the time.”
“Take me upstairs.”
“I kinda like the idea of fuckin’ you here.” He says, his fingers still working me.
I get wetter. “No, let’s go upstairs. I want it from behind.”
His eyes widen. “I need to get you drunk more often - you don’t need to ask me twice.”
He picks me up so that I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, crossing my ankles behind him, hecarries me upstairs. When we get there, he releases me, and I drop to my knees, “Need a taste first.” I murmur.
“Jesus Kate, really like you when you’ve had a drink!”
I unfasten his shorts and push down his boxers so that he springs free, hard and waiting for me, waiting for my mouth.
I lick my thumb and rub it over the head of his erection, making him throw his head back and groan. I bend my head to lick it and swirl my tongue around the head.
“You’re driving me crazy . . . stop fucking teasing me.”
I smile to myself as I get hold of his shaft with a firm hand and lower my mouth onto him. I take him in slowly.
“Fuck… that feels good.” He puts his hand on the back of my head. I move up and down with my mouth, sucking and licking - loving what I can do to him and how powerful it makes me feel.
