Page 33 of Where It Begins

“You look like you’re feeling better.” His gaze moves over me on another heated sweep as he toes off his shoes and shrugs out of his jacket.

“So much better.” I hang his coat on an empty hook and motion for him to follow me down the hall to the kitchen. “I don’t think I gave you a full tour of the house last night.” I try to slide my hands into my pockets, but this robe doesn’t have any.

Sidney gives me a lopsided smile. “I didn’t make it upstairs.”

“I could show you now, if you’d like,” I offer. It takes everything in me not to twirl my hair around my finger.

“I would love that.”

“Great. Awesome.” I lead the way to the stairs and Sidney falls into step behind me. While my robe hits me mid-thigh from the front, I have a booty to compliment my ample boobs, so the back of the robe barely covers my butt cheeks.

Sidney makes a low noise of appreciation and I glance over my shoulder. His eyes are trained on my backside. And because I’m not paying attention to what’s in front of me, I trip and miss the next step. Sidney’s reaction time is better than mine, and his arm loops around my waist, preventing me from face-planting into the landing.

“Careful now.” His lips are at my ear, and I lean against his chest. “No need to rush. I’m not going anywhere anytime soon. Especially not with you looking this edible.” He keeps his hand on my hip the rest of the way up and laces our fingers when we reach the top.

“This is my daughter’s room.” I motion to the closed door with the small empty whiteboard and a door hanger that readsI’M PROBABLY READING. “And that’s the bathroom.” I fling a hand toward the open door. We decorated it like her name.

When we reach my bedroom, I usher him inside. “And this is where I sleep, and do other things.”

“Other things, huh?” He grins.

“Like reading and self-gratification sessions. You know, the usual.” I probably should have stopped at reading.

“Your bed looks comfortable.” He glances around the space.

I try to see it through his eyes. The comforter is a deep blue, the color scheme mostly cream and navy with a few pops of yellow for color. The bed is half made; the comforter thrown on haphazardly because I ran out of time.

“It is.” I cross over and sit on the edge, bouncing twice. I shimmy back a bit and part my legs, patting the space between them. “Wanna test out the springs with me?”

Sidney crosses the room, stopping when his knee touches the inside of mine. “Are you sure you’re feeling well enough for that?”

I run my hands up his chest and back down until I reach his belt buckle. “Definitely. How about you?”

“As if no is an option when you’re already halfway to getting into my pants.” His eyes are hooded as he skims my cheek with gentle fingers.

His nostrils flare when the metal clasp clinks as I unfasten his belt. I pop the button and drag the zipper down. Today he’s wearing a pair of blue hockey print boxers. That seems to be pretty standard for him. I slide my hand inside and wrap my fingers around his erection, freeing him from the fabric.

The last time I had my hands on him, we were in the back seat of his truck and it was dark. I’d felt the length and girth, but seeing it up close and personal…well, that’s a whole different bag of gummy bears.

“So pretty,” I murmur as I stroke the length and sweep my thumb over the slit when I reach the head.

With Sidney standing between my thighs and me sitting on the low platform bed, all I have to do is lean forward and bend a little to kiss the head. Which is exactly what I do.

“Ah, fuck,” Sidney mutters.

I lift my gaze as I stroke up again and smooth my thumb over the spot I just kissed, before dragging my hand back down and pressing my lips to the tip. But instead of pulling away, I part them and cover the crown, circling it with my tongue.

Sidney’s fingers slide into my hair, the tips pressing gently against my scalp as he waits to see what I’ll do next.

I apply suction, pop off and stroke up again, repeating the same actions, but this time I take him in further.

“Good fucking God, the way you look right now,” he makes a deep sound in the back of his throat and the right side of my mouth curls up. He doesn’t look like the sweet, polite man who snuggled with me on the couch last night. He looks like he wants to devour me.

I pop off again— “And how do I look?”—before I cover the head once more.

“Like those pretty lips of yours were made to be wrapped around my cock.”

I moan at his words and try to smile, but it’s tough with a mouth full of cock. I had a feeling he was going to be a lot of fun between the sheets. I keep bobbing, taking as much as I can until the head hits the back of my throat and my eyes threaten to water.

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