18. Not Be Too Obvious

18

NOT BE TOO OBVIOUS

“ T wister?” Easton asked after dinner was cleaned up and she was two glasses of wine in. “You want to play Twister?”

“What’s the matter?” she asked. “Is it beneath you?”

“Hardly,” he said. “But I’m not sure I’ve ever played it.”

“You don’t know what you’re missing,” she said. “We don’t have to play by the rules completely. I mean it’s hard with two people but will be fun.”

He picked the box up. “I think this is an original.”

“It might be,” she said. “There are a bunch of board games in the chest over there.”

“The people who owned this house were older. They had kids that were my parents’ age. I bet that is who owns the house and rents it now.”

“Could be,” she said. “I never met them. I’m going through a management company. They left some things here and it’s fine. Made it easier for me. Some of my furniture wasn’t going to fit.”

“What was left?” he asked.

She took the plastic mat out of the box and laid it down. It had permanent creases in it from being folded for so many years. The spinner was tilted, but when she flicked it with her nail it went around. Good enough.

“These games, for one,” she said. “We can try another later if you want.” But she wanted to get close enough to smell him and touch, laugh, and maybe rub up against him.

This was a good way to do it and not be too obvious. At least in her mind.

“We can,” he said. “You might as well school me on some more things.”

“I think you’re a good sport about it,” she said. He had been so far.

Even the fact that she brought up him going back home soon. She hadn’t thought much that he only wanted a fling and was glad that it came up the way it had.

“I try to be,” he said. “I’m not some stuffy old attorney in a suit sipping my scotch and putting caviar on a stale cracker.”

She turned to stare at him and burst out laughing to the point she was bent over and hugging her waist. “You just described Philip’s father on Sunday afternoons.”

“No,” he said.

“Yes,” she said, nodding her head.

“How could you handle that?”

“Not well, as you can tell. This is more up my alley.”

“Seems to be for me too,” he said.

She moved over and found a pad of paper. “We aren’t going to be able to spin if we are on the mat, so why don’t we do like eight spins and write them down and then we just alternate them going down the list.”

“You’re pretty organized,” he said.

“Just having fun,” she said.

They each spun four times and wrote them down. “You go first.”

“It says, right foot red,” she said, putting her right foot on at the top.

“The next is left foot blue,” he said. He went right behind her and put his foot at the top next to her so that their asses were touching.

Okay, he knew what she was thinking. Or maybe he was thinking the same thing.

“Right hand yellow,” she said. “Oh boy. I need to stretch. Excuse me.”

She turned and leaned over, stretched and found the spot. It wasn’t easy balancing like this and trying not to laugh.

“Left hand red. Hmm,” he said. “Do I go under or over you to get it?”

“Anything you want,” she said.

He went over her, his chest on her back. He would have probably fallen if he was under her and that was fine because maybe she wanted to be under him.

“That next one looks a little hard for you.”

“Left foot yellow,” she said. “I’m flexible.” She slid her foot out and was close to doing a split under him.

He was watching her, his eyes all but bugging out of his head and down he went twisting so that he didn’t land on her completely. She appreciated that because she was positive it’d hurt like hell the way her legs were spread out.

But he still knocked her off balance and then reached for her at the same time and somehow she ended up on top of him anyway and she wondered if he’d planned that all long.

“Sorry about that,” he said.

“I think you’re not so sorry,” she said. “It was somewhat of a smooth move.”

“How smooth?” he asked, his mouth moving up to hers.

“Smooth enough for this,” she said.

Kissing when you were lying on the ground was a lot more erotic than standing next to each other or sitting.

His legs slid apart and she went between them, feeling his hard dick pressing against her waist.

Her hips pushed into his without thought and she let out a small moan.

His hand went into her hair, close to her scalp, and held her in place.

Their tongues were invading the other’s mouth, her fingers trailing down his ribs, under his shirt and back up.

His skin was taut but smooth as silk.

“You smell so good,” he said.

“So do you.”

“Do you want to admit this was your plan all along and put me out of my misery?”

She laughed. “Saw through that, didn’t you?”

“The split gave it away,” he said.

“No more talking, Easton.”

Their mouths went back to what they were doing and she started to tug his shirt up. They had to break the kiss for her to get it off, but she didn’t care. He yanked hers off too before their lips locked again.

His fingers were going for the clasp of her bra and releasing it like a man who had done it many times before and knew how to disrobe a woman without her realizing it.

He turned and had her on her back, her hands above her head. His knees were spread around her waist and he was looking at her nipples that were excited to be free and out in the open air.

“Look at you,” he said.

“I thought I told you no more talking.”

“Oh, you did,” he said. He let go of her hands and lowered his mouth to her breast as his knees slid out and he was half lying on her.

He pulled one hardened peak between his lips, his tongue swirling around and savoring her as if she were a fine wine.

His finger and thumb went to the other nipple and had some pain and pleasure going on there at the same time. Flicking and pinching and she was squirming enough that her skin stuck to the plastic mat and made a burping sound.

She started to laugh. “Let’s shift over some onto the carpet.”

He pulled the game mat out from under her and pushed it aside, then went back to her breasts, moving side to side and giving them equal attention.

When he’d had enough, he started to trail kisses down her ribs and to the top of her joggers.

He didn’t waste any time and yanked them down fast with her underwear.

“Yeah, this is what I’m talking about. I’ve had some dreams about this.”

“What you hoped for?” she asked. She kept a nice neat ship down there. Trimmed perfectly because it was maintenance like anything else.

“It is,” he said, his head going lower, his tongue coming out and then licking the length of her.

He was tasting her outer lips. Her inner lips. Her swollen bud went into his mouth as her nipples had.

Her hips shot up, her hands went into his hair and she held him in place as she started to come and wiggle around.

He didn’t stop. He kept it up as if he knew how much and for how long to do it until she stopped moving and making noises.

Her breathing was pretty rapid and she was sucking in some air.

Easton got up and removed his jeans and underwear. She got a good look at his body while he was fishing a condom out of his pocket. Not even his wallet. Yeah, he was planning on it too.

“Coming prepared?” she asked.

“More like hoping,” he said.

“I have some too.” She’d stopped at the store and got them on her way home from work. She didn’t know if tonight would have been the night but wanted to be set if that was the case.

“We’ll get to yours later since I’ve only got this one.”

He covered himself quickly, then gathered her in his arms, settling between her legs. Finding her heat, he slid in deep.

“Oh God,” she said. “I can’t tell you how good that feels.”

She was bucking up into him to get as close as possible.

He was moving out and in and it took a minute for them to find a good rhythm to the point they were rocking together and she was building up faster than ever before.

“Keep going,” he said. “Get yourself there again.”

“How did you know I’m close?” she asked.

“I just know.”

No one she’d been with before could work her up this quickly or even know when she might come. She rarely came twice in one session even though she always wanted to.

Her knees were bent and her feet planted on the floor until his arms went under her hamstrings and lifted her up, leaving her vulnerable. Then he started to slam into her so that she could do nothing more than hang on and enjoy every feeling he was helping her achieve.

It was barely three thrusts later and her eyes crossed, her toes curled and she let out a screech that might scare animals away in the jungle as everything inside of her convulsed and released into a throbbing puddle of erotic sensations.

Easton wasn’t slowing down, but rather speeding up, and then he let out a primal grunt or two and flopped down, all but crushing her.

He was heavy, but she could take it.

A minute later though, she was struggling to breathe and gave him a little shove. “If you’re sleeping, wake up.”

“Not sleeping. Just paralyzed with pleasure.”

“Here come those smooth words,” she said, giggling.

“Not sure what I just said. What did I say?”

She got up on one elbow. “You don’t know what you just said?”

“No,” he said. He was looking confused. “Did words come out of my mouth? I’m kind of struck dumb right now.”

She rolled on top of him, gave him a big smacking kiss on the lips and said, “Aww, thanks for that.”

He shook his head as if he wasn’t sure what was going on. Maybe he had no idea what he said. “I guess you were right when you said you liked sex.”

“I love sex. I really do. As I said, I’m not into kink or anything.”

“Who needs kink or anything else when they’ve got moves like that?”

“You did most of the work. I’m just glad to find someone who can keep up.” She put her hand in front of her mouth. “Sorry. That was wrong.”

He laughed. “Challenged accepted.” He got up on his knees, picked her up and carried her upstairs. “Point me to your room and tell me where those condoms are.”

She put her head on his shoulder. No reason she couldn’t show just a bit of softness. He wouldn’t see it anyway, but it made her feel good.