Page 470 of S is for SEX

KELLI. “If you fall off of that ladder, I will beat your little skinny ass, woman,” Erik screamed.

“I know how to climb a ladder,” I said as I stepped of off of the ladder and onto the roof.

“Be careful, I don’t want to have to haul you to the hospital,” he said as he walked my direction.

“I’m sure footed. Yoga, P90X, kick boxing. I’m good to go,” I reassured him.

“Well, this roof is steep, so just be careful,” he said again.

“Why are you doing this now?” I asked.

It was exciting to have a house, and to have Erik putting up the Christmas lights, but I wanted him to be fucking me. The thought of spending Christmas with Erik in our own house was almost more than I could take. I walked toward him and slipped as I walked. I leaned forward and pushed myself back up by pressing my hands on the roof. I hoped that he didn’t see me.

“I saw that, you damn near slid of the roof,” he said as he faced the other direction.

Sometimes I felt that Erik had eyes in the back of his head. He never let me get away with anything.

“I wanna fuck,” I said as he pulled the string of lights across the roof.

“Well, baby girl, I’m putting up these lights while the weather is warm. I’m excited to spend Christmas with my family. I haven’t had a Christmas with family in a long time. You are my family, and it excites me,” he said over his shoulder as he walked to the corner of the roof.

“It excites me too,” I admitted.

I felt bad for not thinking about Erik and Christmas. Christmas was a still few months away, but it would be here before we knew it. Christmas with Erik would be the best Christmas ever. Spending Christmas with someone like him would be perfect. I could sit in the street in a cardboard box with Erik and be happy. Having him in my life was all that mattered.

“I wanna fuck really bad,” I said as he walked my direction again. He was wearing jeans, boots, and a black tee shirt.

Something about this house turned me on. Every time I took time to think about it, I remembered the day that we broke in when we left the airport. Erik fucking me in the kitchen and licking my pussy on the kitchen counter was so exciting. Now, just standing in the kitchen made me wet. Standing on the roof and watching Erik drag the strings of lights across the roof in his tee shirt made me wetter.

“Well baby girl, I want to fuck too, but it’s going to be about thirty minutes or better before I’m done here,” he said as he walked up to me.

He held the string of lights in one hand, and a staple gun in the other. He stopped in front of me and shook his head lightly from side to side.

“What?” I asked.

“You. You’re fucking beautiful, Kelli. Simply fucking beautiful,” he said.

I loved it when he told me things like that. It made me feel like I actually was beautiful. He certainly didn’t need to tell me, but he did. It meant more that way. The fact that he already had me, knew he wasn’t going to lose me, and said it anyway – it just made it that much more perfect.

It made him perfect.

“Bad,” I said.

“Excuse me?” he said as he bent over to staple the lights to the edge of the roof.

“I want to fuck you really bad,” I repeated.

“I gathered that, baby girl. You’ve told me three times,” he looked over his shoulder and laughed.

I worked my way to the upper portion of the roof. Our bedroom was on the second floor, and where the roof from the bedroom met the roof from the rest of the house, the two formed a valley. It looked like a safe place to sit. I leaned forward and walked up toward the bedroom window.

“Be careful, I don’t want you to fall off,” he said as I walked up the roof.

“I gathered that. You’ve told me three times,” I responded.

“Twice, you little…”

“Mouthy little fucker,” I giggled.

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