Page 97 of Why Not Both?

“Is that what I think it is?” she asks, pressing her face to the glass.

“The pool? Yes. Lots of people have pools.”

“It’s inside! You have an indoor pool!”

“Not me. Come on.” I lead her further, up the back stairs to the second level and down the hall, finally stopping at a door. I hesitate, the desire to get Lis into a bed where I can fuck her warring with the trepidation of seeing this room again. “I haven’t been in here in a while.”

I take a breath and push the door open, letting Lis into my childhood bedroom. It hasn’t changed since I left over ten years ago. She lets go of my hand to walk around the room. The same framed movie posters are scattered on one wall. Army of Darkness, Alien, The Dark Crystal, The Exorcist, The NeverEnding Story. The opposite wall has a gigantic window with the curtains drawn. Lis peaks behind them to see the view, but leaves them shut. She trails her fingers along my dresser, looking at the items scattered over the top. A trophy from when I was in soccer, an old hockey puck, an empty frame. She holds it up and looks at me, the question in her eyes.

“The frame wasn’t really my style. So I took the picture when I moved out. Left everything else.”

Finally, she makes her way to the bed. It’s huge and pretentious, just like everything in this house. But my old duvet cover is still on it, a galaxy of colours brightening an otherwise white room.

“Is it going to be dusty?” she asks, running her fingers over the blanket.

“Probably not. Matthew keeps the house clean.”

“Is he still here?”

“Downstairs somewhere. He won’t bother us.”

She turns toward me with a smile that melts away all hesitation. “Get over here, then.”

She holds out her arms and I don’t need to be told twice. I take two steps and I’m there, lifting her and setting her gently on my bed. My mouth finds hers as I kick off my shoes and climb onto the bed as well, hovering over her. My hand slides along her leg and I’m not sure if I love the feeling of the stocking she’s wearing or if I want to rip it off her so I can feel her skin. I sit up so I can remove her shoes. They’re not the red, fuck me heels I love so much. These ones are cute black shoes with a rounded toe and a much shorter heel. I take them off and drop them to the ground.

I kneel between her legs, one propped up on either side of me and I skim my hands back along them, moving toward her this time.

“You have this whole business casual thing going on today,” I say.

“I thought I should look somewhat appropriate to meet your father. If I knew what an asshat he was, I wouldn’t have cared.”

“Did you know the skirt molds to your ass and the shirt clings to your curves and a part of me has been undressing you in my mind since the moment I saw you today?”

She smiles slyly. “I also wanted to look hot for you.”

My hands reach her knees and then start the slow slide down her thighs, catching the edge of her skirt and letting it fall to her hips, revealing the lace tops of her stockings, held up by black satin ribbons. She watches me as my hands move, her legs opening wider the closer I get to her core.

“You don’t have to go slow,” she says.

“Yes, I do. I intend to savour this.”

When my hands reach where the skirt has bunched, I flip it up over her stomach, revealing black, lace panties.

“These are not business casual.”

I trail a finger along the edge and her hips lift toward me, silently begging me closer.

“Spencer.” Her voice is breathy, pleading. “Are you going to tease me all day, or are you going to fuck me?”

“I was thinking both.”

She reaches for me but I back away.

“Now, now. None of that. Do I have to tie you to the bedposts to make you behave?” I don’t intend it seriously, but the way her eyes gleam makes me reconsider. “Maybe next time, firecracker.”

She pouts and then sucks in a breath as I run my finger up the slit of her pussy through the damp fabric of her panties. I reach the top hem and pull them off her, revealing soft, glistening lips begging for a kiss. I lean down, kissing the inside of one thigh, then the other. By the time I make it back to the centre, she’s squirming underneath me. I wrap one arm around her leg, settling it over my shoulder and pressing my hand to her belly. My other hand presses the other leg out further, giving me all the access I require. Then, finally, slowly, I lick all the way up that swollen, pink pussy.

She moans as my tongue touches her. I find her clit and swirl my tongue around it, sucking on it, making her moan louder. I alternate between licking and sucking and then I slide two fingers inside her and she sucks in a breath, her hips bucking. I hold her still with the hand on her belly, needing to lap up every drop of her. Her hands find their way into my hair, pressing my face closer to her. I taste slowly, teasingly.

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