Page 53 of Love is Grand
Gathering her close with her small belly between us, I said, “Shell, I’m hot as hell for you. All the fucking time. I’m so hot, I don’t know how to handle it, so I pretend to be cold. I’m here for you. All of me for all of you. I want to be good to you and Weez and our son ... or daughter. I need to get on your dad’s good side, and your mom’s. My mom’s too. Until then and after, I’m all about you.”
A tear seemed to form in Shell’s eye, but she blinked it away. “What’s wrong with your mom? I didn’t even meet her at the wedding. She was too caught up in everything else.”
“She thinks we should be married,” I said. “Just like your dad.”
Shell broke free from my hold and turned around. I took the opportunity to ogle her muscular calves and the short shorts that covered her ass, a white T-shirt above.
“Do you want that? To get married, I mean.” I didn’t set out to ask, but it was starting to feel like I might want it. I had no clue.
She shook her head.
“Please turn back,” I said. She did, and this time there definitely was a tear in her eye.
“I don’t want to force another man to marry me,” she choked out.
“Come here,” I asked, and she did.
Holding her in my arms, I kissed the top of her forehead.
“No one forces me to do anything, Shell. Understand that. I want you, and I’m going to do you proud,” I said, but left it at that. I needed to think this shit through.
Shell needed to believe I wasn’t being coerced, and so did I.
We began to kiss. I didn’t know who started it, but I was going to finish it.
My tongue entered her mouth, stroking hers, as I lifted her up and her legs wrapped around my waist. I set her ass on the counter and continued to kiss her as I untied her apron, tugging it off. Next came her T-shirt, and then I laid her back.
Sugars and spoons and little ramekins were scattered all around her. I found the spoon she’d fed me with and used it to drizzle some syrup down her belly. Bringing my head down over her, I licked it off, pleased to see goose bumps following in my path.
“I really like my island girl syrup,” I mumbled as I gently kissed her belly.
I found myself at her shorts and yanked them down, revealing the prettiest pair of yellow bikini underwear. I loved that she didn’t wear a tiny G-string but something that left a bit more to the imagination.
Yellow was certainly my girl’s color.
Pushing the underwear to the side, I found the landing strip I’d been searching for. I didn’t need anyone to direct me home.
A growl erupted from me as I drizzled some more syrup on Shell and leaned forward to lap it up. She moaned in earnest and didn’t seem one bit fazed that she was naked in her kitchen. I guessed that since none of what she was making was for sale or commercial use, then the health department would have no problem with me ravaging her on her kitchen counter.
When Shell’s back was arching off the counter and tiny quakes racked her body, I asked, “Do you want me?”
She nodded.
“Let me hear you say it.”
“I want you. I want all of you, Cal.”
Hearing that, I couldn’t shove my pants down fast enough.
Seconds later, I was inside her, supporting her back with one arm and bracing myself with the other. It wasn’t until we were both coming down from the haze that we looked around and burst out laughing.
“I’d better get this cleaned up before Weezie sees. She’ll get ideas about making a mess.”
“Can I say these are not ideas I want her to have?”
This only made Shell laugh harder.
“Here,” I said, lifting her off the counter. “Why don’t you go get cleaned up, and I’ll start in here.”