Page 118 of Nave
“Should have known I’d find you down here,” I said, walking down the basement steps long after we read no fewer than fifteen books as we put our toddler to bed.
Lolly had gone for full-on bright bohemian decor down there. She claimed that she wanted everything to be bright and pretty, since her work forced her to be in dark and ugly places.
The wall behind her laptop was painted like patchwork: pink, yellow, purple, blue, and light green blocks with different patterns on them. She’d forced all of us in the family and friend group to draw the designs of one square, claiming she wanted us all with her in her office.
Her desk itself was made for her by Cain, after a fight between Kit and Ariah about who would get to make it for her. The girls eventually settled on building a whole toy room with homemade imagination playsets (play kitchen, play grocery store, play doctor’s office) on the far side of the basement. So our little girl—and any future kids—would be able to hang with their mom while she was working, while also keeping themselves busy.
“Sorry, I just wanted to clear my inbox again,” she said, not turning around as she typed off a quick reply.
Clearing her inbox was at the top of her priority list, as she wanted to make sure there were no emergency cases she needed to prioritize.
I walked up behind her, my feet squishing into the plush, colorful floral rug that took up most of the floor.
My hands went to her shoulders, massaging the tension out of them that came from sitting in her office chair, sure, but also carrying around a toddler.
She shot off her email, then powered down her computer before leaning back, closing her eyes, and letting out a moan.
“That feels good.”
“I think I know what might feel better,” I said, swiveling her chair around, then reaching for the waistbands of her shorts and panties.
Eyes growing hungry, she lifted up enough to let me draw the material down.
Then she parted for me, letting me in.
And I licked and sucked until she was taut as a bow, until her moans grew loud and constant. Until she was falling apart for me.
She wasn’t satisfied, though.
She barely had a chance to come down before she scooted off the chair to kneel on the carpet with me. Her hands slid down my bare back to push my sleep pants off my hips, leaving me bare, my cock straining.
I reached out, pulling off her top, and smiled at her being naked beneath. Bras hadn’t been a thing since the baby was born. And, yeah, I was a fan of that fact.
Lolly wasn’t patient enough to let me play, though.
She pushed me back until I moved flat on the floor, looking up at her as she climbed over me. Reaching down, she fisted my cock as she straddled me, holding me where she needed me, then sliding quickly down. She threw her head back and moaned as I filled her.
“Fuck,” I groaned, sucking in a deep breath as her pussy tightened around my cock.
Her eyes slid open, gaze finding mine, and the hunger there had my own need growing.
Luckily for the both of us, Lolly wasn’t in a slow, soft, explorative mood.
She rode me hard and fast as our breaths grew ragged and sweat prickled.
Then, with a strangled cry, she came, taking me with her.
She came over me then, her face nestled in my neck as my arms started to slide up and down her back.
“I needed that,” she admitted.
“Me too.”
Lost in the moment, neither of us knew it was the night our family grew by one.
Lolly - 10 years
“You might not want to—” I started to warn my son as he tried to pick up a hen who was not feeling it. “Never mind,” I mumbled to myself as the rooster came out of nowhere and started chasing our boy around like a man on a mission.
