Page 21 of A Little Thankful

“That’s because we do… belong together.”

She touched my hand. “I think so, too.”

The day slipped by with an apple bobbing contest, and the best caramel apple. The monster apple that won, had so many layers, the judges had to taste it with a knife and a fork.

Sage’s family went on home while I changed out of my costume. Sage and I met up for lunch at A Taste of Tuscany, while Autumn slept in her stroller, and we exchanged banter on all sorts of subjects from religion and politics to favorite books and vegetables we loved and hated.

When Autumn woke up, and we finished our lunch, I walked them home, hung around at her parents’ house, played with Autumn, and even helped give her a bath, which was a learning experience in itself. I even learned how to strap on a diaper. Who knew I could be good at these things… I certainly didn’t.

By the time we tucked her in for the night, I was exhausted, but I still invited Sage to my house for dinner, which she accepted. Her mom and grandmother were more than willing to monitor Autumn while she slept. There was a little confusion over whether or not Sage was still nursing, but her mother seemed to catch on pretty quickly that Sage had stopped that a few weeks ago. Formula was quickly made, and little Autumn was all set for the night.

Once I got her home, a two-story bungalow with a view of the river, I ordered in some Sushi and we cracked open a bottle of wine and made ourselves comfortable in front of a fire. My house was decorated in California comfort, mostly in shades of graywith a splash of cranberry on a couple of the walls for a touch of color. The last time my folks visited from Napa, where they moved after they retired, my mom suggested adding some color to my steel gray interior. It actually worked, and I liked it.

“Your house isn’t what I’d expected,” Sage said, after she knocked off the last of her second salmon role.

“What did you expect?”

“I don’t know. Something messier, I suppose. Something less pulled together and comfortable. I could sleep on this sofa, it’s so cushy.”

I sat next to her. “Yeah? Then why not spend the night?”

She turned to me. “Believe me, if I spent the night, it wouldn’t be on this sofa. It would be in your bed.”

“Why Sage Pilgrims, are you coming onto me?” I rolled a strand of her beautiful crimson hair between my fingers.

“I am. You got a problem with that?”

I nodded.

“And what’s that,” she asked looking all pouty.

“Why didn’t you ask me sooner?”

I kissed her then, a long intense kiss, that sent us both spinning, and when I slid my hand under her shirt, and cupped her lovely breast, that familiar moan slipped out, the moan I’d been dreaming about and longing to hear.

“That’s what I’m talking about,” I whispered as I helped slip her shirt up over her head.

“It’s been awhile,” she answered. “Way too long. I’ve been thinking about your touch.”

“I’ve been thinking about your tight pussy.” I said it, then wondered if maybe I was too bold. Too forward and might cause her to move away.

“I’ve had a baby. Things might not be the same in that region.”

“I’m willing to find out,” I said, grinning as I unfastened her bra and watched her breast fall free. They were still as lovely and as full as ever. I had no idea how a woman’s body might change after giving birth, but so far, I didn’t see or feel any difference. “You’re so beautiful.”

“You say that now,” she teased.

“I’ve always said it and will continue to say it.” I tugged off my shirt, and instantly felt the warmth of her hands as they ran over my chest and shoulders sending little shivers down to my groin. I was already hard and ready to take her, right here on the sofa, that she liked so much.

“You sure know how to woo a girl, Mace Cedarstone.”

“I hope so, because I’ll be doing more than wooing.” I didn’t know how that sounded, but at this point, with her nipples hard and begging for my mouth, I didn’t really care. I slid down on her and tasted each one, rolling my tongue over one, then the other, sucking and nipping as I went, claiming them as mine.

Before this thing scaled up to include Hunter and Forrest, I wanted her all to myself for one night, and while she was here with me, I intended to take full advantage of the situation.

I moved down to her stretch jeans, unzipped them and she helped me tug them off. Fortunately for me, her panties came right off with her pants.

We pulled mine off and I didn’t hesitate to run my hard cock along that sweet wet fold between her legs.

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