Chapter Twenty-Nine – NOW

 

“Be a good girl for Celia tonight, kid,” I say to Matilda, placing a kissing on the top of her head.

“I will, Momma.”

“Thanks again, Cel,” I say gratefully, turning my attention to the most kindhearted woman I’ve ever met.  I’m so glad she came into my life all those years ago.  If I never dated Brant, chances are I would never have met the three most important people in my life; Matilda, Celia, and Kyle.

“Don’t mention it. Have a great time, and I’ll see you in the morning.”

I give them a wave and blow Matilda a kiss before walking out the door and climbing into my car.  I’m meeting Kyle at his place tonight and he’s cooking me dinner.  And we’re having a sleepover there.  It’s our first one at his place and I feel a little guilty for leaving Matilda for the night, even though Celia assures me it’s definitely okay.

Twenty minutes later, I’m parking out front of Kyle’s house.  As I walk up the short path, I look up and see him standing in the doorway. His tall, muscular frame would look intimidating to anyone else, but instead of running in the opposite direction of him, I quicken my step and then launch into his arms.  He catches me effortlessly, his meaty hands cupping my ass for support as my legs wrap around his waist.  I smack a kiss on his lips and grin. 

“Hi!”

“Hey, beautiful girl. I guess you’re excited to see me.”

“I missed you,” I say, still grinning.  “Something smells good,” I murmur, catching a whiff of whatever it is he has started to cook.

His lips claim mine and he walks us inside, kicking the door shut beside us.  “I missed you too,” he says, momentarily separating our mouths.  “I was plannin’ on eating dinner first, but I think it can wait,” he growls, still moving us through the house until we reach his bedroom.  Then he’s laying me on the bed and coming down on top of me, grinding his hips against mine, letting me feel his generous erection against my soft, damp core.

“You feel so good,” I mutter, running my hands under his shirt and up the warm toned skin on his back.  God, he feels so good.

He rocks back on his knees and peels my leggings off, taking my panties with them. I sit up so he can tug off my shirt before chasing it with his own. Then my hands go to his jeans and I’m tugging down, impatiently trying to remove the only barrier between me and his magnificent cock.  I shove his jeans down over his ass, and then he’s falling on top of me, covering my body with his, and sweeping his tongue into my mouth with precision.

“Are you wet?” he rasps.

“God, yes,” I whimper, my body pulsing.

He reaches between us, grazing his thumb over my clit as he grips his shaft and lines it up.  Then he thrusts forward, submerging his full length inside me in one swift motion.  My back arches off the bed and I cry out at the glorious invasion.  He plants one hand on the bed near my head and uses his other to lift my leg, giving him a better angle as he pounds inside of me.  My fingers claw into his shoulders, his biceps, his waist, his ass… wherever I can find purchase as he drives us faster and faster toward the end goal.  My body is coiled tight, my breath hitches, and a whimpered moan escapes my lips. He then swivels his hips and grinds his pelvis against mine.  My eyes slam shut, my face contorts, my body seizes, and I’m flying off the ledge, screaming his name out as I come.

My pussy is still contracting when he plants himself inside and stills, dropping his head into the crook of my neck, and groaning as he finds his own release.

We stay connect as we catch our breath, coming down from our high.  Then the piercing screech of the fire alarm interrupts our reverie.

“Fuck. The food,” Kyle mutters as he slips out of me, leaving me instantly feeling empty.  He walks out of the bedroom naked, and even though the house could be on fire, I don’t let the opportunity pass to admire his muscular ass as he leaves the room.  I quickly dress and go in search of him, finding him stabbing at the smoke detector with a broom handle.  The beeping noise finally stops and Kyle swings his eyes to me.  “See what you do to me, woman?  You make me forget everything in the world, except you and your pussy.”

His words make me squeeze my thighs together.  “Don’t blame me for you lack of self-control,” I sass.

He looks at me in shock for a beat before throwing his head back and laughing loudly.  It’s rich, throaty, and deep, and I watch in awe until he brings his eyes back to me, shakes his head in humor, and tells me the food is ruined.

“Pizza?” he suggests.

“Sounds good.”

He takes out his cell and orders a delivery, and I decide to soak the pots of food he burnt.  A couple of minutes later, his arms go around my waist and his lips meet my neck.

“Pizza’ll be about twenty minutes.  Let’s start the movie while we wait.”

“Which one did you pick?”

He holds up the DVD case.  “Central Intelligence.  You seen it?”

“No,” I reply, shaking my head.  “Looks good, though.”

“Supposed to be funny.”

He pops the DVD in and hands me the remote before walking into the kitchen and returning seconds later with a bar of chocolate and jumbo bag of Skittles.  We curl up on the couch and I hit play.  Fifteen minutes later, the pizza arrives and I reluctantly swap my chocolate bar for a slice of pizza.

“Have you and Zeek thought any more about the idea he had with the cabins?” I ask.

“Yeah, I think he got the approval and permits already so now we just have to work out the finer details.”

“Awesome.  I think it’s such a great idea, even more so now after I’ve been to your cabin.”

He nods and takes a bite of his pizza.  “We’ll probably get started on it after Christmas.”

“Well, I’m happy to help in the design process if you need it.  Not that I’m any good, but I’ll still help,” I say with a laugh.

He kisses my forehead.  “Might just take you up on that, babe.  Not all soldiers are guys, so a female touch wouldn’t be bad.”

We finish watching the movie and I tidy up our trash while Kyle climbs in the shower.  I’m going to join him, but my cell beeps so I check it first. It could be Celia, so I don’t want to ignore it.  I swipe the screen and see it’s not a text, but an email from a realtor site that I subscribed to a couple of weeks ago.  You enter your specifics and they send you alerts when properties become available in the area that suit your needs.

I’m about to leave it unread, but curiosity has me clicking the link.

5 bed, 3 bath home for sale in Greenwich.  Features gourmet kitchen, spacious walk-in closets, and 2 car garage.  Contact Melissa at Greenwich Realtors for more information.

 

Below the ad is a picture of the house, and just like that, I’m in love.  It’s a two level, relatively new home, with one bed and bath on the first level (perfect for Celia), and the other bed and baths on the second level.  It has a spacious porch and a beautiful yard – plenty of play room for Matilda.  And the price is within my budget.

I leave my phone on the bed and strip off my clothes before walking into the bathroom.  The sight of Kyle, naked and wet from the shower stream pouring down over his heavenly body, is enough to make my knees go weak.  I pull back the glass door and step inside.  Without words, his body instantly covers mine and his lips claim me.  I moan at the feeling of his hard cock against my stomach, and I tear my mouth from his before sinking to my knees on the tiled shower floor.

“Baby,” he rasps, as I come face to face with his impressively hard length.  I take the shaft in my hands and swirl my tongue around the tip, teasing him.

“Spread your legs a little more,” he orders, “And sit back a little on your heels.  I want to look at your cunt while I fuck your mouth.”

A quiver ripples through my body and I feel myself becoming impossibly wet.  I do as he says, then I open my mouth wide and take his cock as far as it will go, before hollowing my cheeks and sliding up and down his shaft.  His groans spur me on and I move my mouth fast, swirling over every inch of his manhood with my tongue, and using my hands to jerk his shaft in the places my mouth can’t reach.  I cup his balls, loving the gasp that falls from his lips when I give them a gentle squeeze.

“Fuck!  I’m close,” he grunts as he begins thrusting his hips against my face, then he’s pulling his cock free and gripping his shaft in his hand.  Milky white come spurts from his tip, spraying over my breasts, as he expels a guttural groan.

“Jesus, woman, you’re incredible,” he mutters as he helps me to stand. 

I smile proudly. “Yeah, I kinda am.” I throw him a wink and he laughs.

My heart is full.