Page 108 of Geordie

I lift her by the waist, sitting her bum on the soapy, wet counter. She complains, but I shush her. “Don't talk.”

Her mouth clamps shut, waiting.

I guide her hand to the button of my jeans and, without instruction, she pops it open, then slides the zip down, her hand diving inside my scants, her hands on my bawbag and cock. Her touch is fucking magic the way she strokes me, but inside her warm pussy is heaven.

Lily pulls my jeans and scants down low on my hips. My cock springs out like it's been freed. I step back out of her reach before she grabs for me. Pushing down my jeans, I step out of them while Lily stares hungrily at my cock. Thinking about her red lips on my tadger is enough to consider us changing places. I waver for a wee bit, then decide to follow my original plan.

I grab her arse cheeks, bringing her to the edge of the counter, then shove her legs apart. I kiss her while I play with her pussy, her moaning in my mouth, moisture slicking my fingers as I play with her. She's already primed for this; it doesn't take much to get her into this state. For me, it's when I saw her at the sink. I knew I needed to be inside her. It was just a matter of how I was going to fuck her.

She moans in my mouth as I push deeper. “Are you ready for your punishment?” pulling away from her mouth to lick at her nipple, then catch the nib in my mouth.

She sighs a throaty, “Yes,” arching back, her body open to me to do what I want.

I lift her up, her arms around my neck, ankles hooked at my waist. I walk her to the pantry doors, anchoring her there while I lower her to my cock, and her one hand guides me into her pussy. I grunt, and she moans when I'm inside her.

She feels good, too good. I grind a bit before my cock crashes hard into her and I'm ready to use her to get off.

“Oh God, Geordie,” spills from her lips between the times I pound her into the door. Her gasping and the steady banging of the pantry are like grinding music, spurring me to continue until I'm spent. Having her whenever I want her is like a madness. Maybe fucking her is what I need to reassure myself that, for now, she's mine.

I adjust her body to grind her. She moans with each pass, thrusting forward to meet me. “Are you close, Leannan?” The unfocused look in her eyes says she is. I bring my hand to her face. I need her kiss one more time before I spill. My grinding is slower, more deliberate as she pulls me in tighter, returning the kiss with her soft lips. She smiles. “Fuck me all the way into the wall if you have to; just make me come now.”

“Hold on tight,” I say, grabbing her arse and slamming into her. Lily's head knocks back with the force. “Come on,” she says to herself, “you're almost there.”

She's bucking hard while I drive into her. I don't know if it's the adrenaline or that I'm in heat, but her body feels like nothing as I adjust her against the door. Her pussy is slick and tight as I continue. Lily digs her nails into my back, I wince with the pricks of pain, but it gives me a new sensation. Her head lulls back, then drops onto my shoulder, and her body tenses as a muffled gasp escapes her lips.

I can't hold back any longer with her warm, damp body limp on my chest, I explode inside her. The tense madness subsides as my warm fluid fills her. It's more than she can hold as some escapes down our legs.

Releasing her, she slides down to the floor, exhausted. I crumple beside her, hot and sweaty, trying to catch my breath. I look over at the disheveled, sexy mess next to me. I lean over to kiss her hair. “Where do you want to go for date night?”

A bowling alley wasn't my choice. I thought we'd do dinner and a movie, but after another round of sex in the shower, we thought something that was a wee more energetic would be a better choice. I don't care; watching Lily bowl is enough for me for an evening. There are families all around us. I sit happily among screaming kids and surly teenagers, and I imagine our kids here with us. I imagine teaching them how to play, their tiny hands rolling a ball that only goes ten feet, then lands in the gutter. I don't share the dream with Lily. Sometimes there's a mother holding a baby when we're out. Lily stares at the wee child with such longing that I have to distract her before she slips into a mood.

Lily's beating me at bowling. I'm not really trying, but it seems to make her happy that I go through the motions. She's up now, wiggling her arse before she swings back to begin her throw. The family with four children, which sounded more like eight, in the lane next to us has left. Lily's throw has left two pins showing. I mark the score.

“Geordie, is that you?”

Moving around the lane is Connie, my ex-girlfriend and almost-surrogate. I'm on my feet to greet her. I'm surprised when her arms are around my neck for a quick hug.

“Connie, it's good to see you.”

We're still in the embrace when a man with kids ambles next to us. She slips from my arms, still smiling at me. “I want you to meet my husband and my two boys.” A tall, lanky man with glasses joins us, with two boys complaining they want to play. “This is Dennis,” Connie says. Her husband slips a protective arm around her shoulders. “This is Geordie. We talked about surrogacy months ago.”

He extends his hand. “I remember. Nice to meet you.”

Lily joins me. “This is Lily,” I say, not giving her a title to designate her role in my life. It wouldn't be accurate to state that she's a co-parent when there's no child. We make small talk for a few more minutes until one of the boys pulls Dennis' sleeve. “Dad, someone just took our lane.” We all glance over to see another family about to take their first throw.

“Sorry, buddy, the place is packed tonight. We'll wait to see if something else opens up.”

“Don't bother,” I say. “We just finished this game. We have one more. Why don't you play the last game with us, then you can have the lane if you still want to play.”

Connie glances at Lily. “You're sure it will be alright?”

Lily smiles, slipping an arm around me, hooking her fingers in my belt loop. “Yes, we can play in teams; it will be fun,” she says, her voice tinny.

“Thank you, that's kind of you,” Connie says, ignoring the awkwardness.

“Why don't you get settled in and I'll get the drinks,” I offer, to break the tension. They give me their orders, while Lily sits at the desk to record the names for each team. I pivot toward the snacks counter, glad to be away.

“Wait up,” Connie calls, jogging toward me. “I'll help you bring the drinks back.”

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