Page 62 of Three Not-So-Little Words
I nod. “Can't say I blame you there. Those would probably put me to sleep too.”
When I sit back down on the couch, I stretch my legs, and Drew puts them in his lap. His fingers start massaging my feet as he asks, “So, you like The Mummy. What other things are you into?”
“Uhm,” I think. “I guess I’m into a lot of things. Really, I’ll try to do anything at least once.”
He raises an eyebrow. “Anything?”
“Why? Is there something special you have in mind?” I ask, pulling one of my legs back and letting my knees fall open.
“Oh, beautiful, with you, I want to tryeverything.”
“Prove it.”
“How about we go use some of those toys of yours?”
I smile. “Say less.”
Grabbing my hand, he pulls me toward him so that I’m straddling his lap. We make out as I move my hips in a small circle.
Drew’s hands palm my ass cheeks as his kisses move down to the tops of my breasts. I moan his name as he gives the skin asoft bite. That really gets his motor running, and his large hands rip my panties.
I look down at him. “You know, you’re going to have to restock my underwear drawer if you keep doing that.”
“Oh, beautiful, not a problem,” he says before picking me up, wrapping my legs around him, and laying me back on the couch.
He gets on his knees in front of me and pushes my thighs apart. “Now to make sure this pussy is nice and wet.”
I think the ship has already sailed on that one, but if he wants to flood the dam first, who am I to stop him?
His tongue and fingers get to work, and I lean back and get lost in the moment. Just when I’m about to reach complete euphoria, there’s a knock on the door.
I have no idea who it would be…and quite frankly, I don’t care.
“Just ignore it,” I say.
I’m hoping they leave but no such luck. There’s another knock—this one louder.
“Go away!” I call.
“Come on, Aunt Ronnie. Open up! It’s Eve.”
“I’m not home.”
“Please!”
I let out a heavy sigh as Drew moves away from me.
“Hold on,” I yell. Turning my attention to him, I say, “That’s my niece. Go wait in the bedroom for me, and I’ll try to get rid of her.”
He walks into the other room while I grab a pair of pajama pants to throw on since I am now going commando.
I open up the door to see my fifteen-year-old niece standing there with tear-stained cheeks.
“Eve, what’s wrong?”
She practically tackles me with her hug. The moment she’s in my arms, she cries harder.
“Eve, what happened?”
