Page 9 of Holiday Hitch
Collectively Zoey and Robin said, “Thank you, Dr. Morales,” as she left the room.
The pair could barely find the words as they scheduled their follow up appointment and made their way to Robin’s new truck, the chill of northeastern December flushing both of their cheeks.
After helping Zoey in, Robin slammed the driver’s door behind her and stared forward as her mouth dropped open. From the passenger’s seat, Zoey began to giggle.
“Holy shit,” Zoey mumbled.
Robin turned to look at her, “Are you okay?” Her laugh had turned slightly maniacal as she covered her gaping mouth with her own hand. Of course they had been planning to start a family together for a long time, but even Robin couldn’t believe that it was really happening.
It felt like just yesterday that Robin was renovating the Town Hall and avoiding Zoey.
Zoey smiled as she looked at Robin “We're really having a baby.”
She leaned across the cab to throw her arms around Robin, taking in her scent and the joy of the moment. She looked over Robin’s shoulder and noticed a few flecks of snow beginning to speckle the windshield.
“I can’t believe it,” Robin said, hardly able to contain herself.
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Zoey’s hands had been teasing Robin’s thighs the entire drive back to Oak Lane, slowly making their way from her knees to her inner thighs, now resting just below her pussy.
Robin parked the car and ran around to the passenger side door, throwing it open. Before Zoey could hop down from the truck, Robin grabbed Zoey’s legs and wrapped them around her waist. “Oh my god.” Zoey gasped as Robin lifted her out of the truck and carried her toward the house, kicking the car door shut behind her.
As she carried Zoey to the house, Robin could feel herself growing wet with anticipation.
“God, you’re so strong,” Zoey whimpered as Robin held her up with one hand and unlocked their front door with the other.
Robin smirked, the compliment making her want Zoey even more. She slammed the door shut behind them and carried Zoey through the open first floor to the dining room table.
The house had changed a lot since the Town Hall wedding, no more bare studs or worktables visible. Instead, a beautifully decorated home had taken the construction site’s place.
Robin set Zoey’s ass down on the walnut, mid-century dining table. She had found it for free on the side of the road, and when Zoey expressed a love for the piece, Robin made it her mission to turn it into the centerpiece of their living space.
“Ms. Lowell, what are you doing to me?” Zoey asked in a deep whisper.
Smirking, Robin began to kiss her neck, “I’m fucking a MILF.”
Zoey moaned as Robin sank her teeth into her neck, delicately tracing her hand down Zoey’s soft sides before sliding beneath her shirt to explore the lush expanse of skin underneath. Robin could see the goosebumps rising on Zoey’s chest as she nipped at her lover’s neck.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Robin asked in Zoey's ear, licking her lobes as she finished the question.
Too excited by Robin’s touch, Zoey could only manage an enthusiastic nod, which prompted Robin to peel the shirt off of her body, exposing a soft stomach and her gorgeous, purple bra.
“You’re too goddamn beautiful,” Robin complained as she took a step back to examine her girlfriend. Zoey leaned back onto her hands and let her body speak for itself.
Robin reached for Zoey’s slim-fit black trousers, and began to unbutton them.
“I need you to taste me,” Zoey begged.
The smile that overwhelmed Robin’s face could have been seen from space as she undid the clasp around Zoey’s waistband, using both of her hands to tug the trousers out from under Zoey’s ass.
Robin knelt between Zoey’s legs, slipping off her three-inch, beige heels so that the pants could fall to the floor.
Beginning to stand, Robin eyed Zoey’s matching purple panties. But before she could get off her knees, Zoey placed her feet on Robin’s shoulders and pushed her down, “You can eat me out like this.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Robin said as she placed her hands on Zoey’s hips. She kissed up Zoey’s thighs, working her way toward her soaked folds. Robin forced herself to take her time on Zoey, wanting to force her lover to wait for it.
Zoey squirmed on the table, her ass digging into the edge of the wood, “Please.”