Long Ball(25)

A firm grip on my cock, over my jeans, startles me out of these thoughts. Megan’s soft hands knead against my hardness, like she’s suffering from the same desires. My hand, which had been sitting on her knee, slowly skims her soft thighs, towards her creamy center. I move carefully, not wanting to startle her, but she takes my hand with her other and slides it right up to her panties.

They are damp and I am desperately trying to control myself.

“Are you sure?” I manage to whisper against her lips, thankful the large bouquet of flowers is blocking our faces, though I’m sure Kate would know exactly what was going on if she turned around in these very open air gondolas.

“Please,” Megan whispers back, an urgency woven in her voice, and I almost came in that moment.

When we finally do make love again, I’m going to have to jack off right before hand just so I can keep my shit together. I prided myself on my longevity, but being around this amazing woman has turned me upside down and sideways.

I nudge over the crotch of her panties and run a finger across her clit. She’s so wet and so hot and shivers as soon as I touch her.

“When was the last time someone touched you like this?” I whisper in her ear. “When was the last time someone truly pleasured you?”

She rests her head against mine, eyes closed, and whispers back, “Too long.”

“I want to make you feel everything. I want to make you feel heaven move, when you’re ready.”

My fingers methodically stroke her center and her own fingers match my pace. She slips her tongue into my mouth quickly, and whispers, “I’m scared.”

“I know,” I whisper back, increasing the pressure against her. She moans in my ear. “But I’m not. I have never been more certain of anything in my life.”

“Certain about what?”

I nudge her to look at me with my nose and slip two fingers deep inside her. She gasps, eyes fluttering, and I say, “You.”

Megan’s hands fumble against my waist, presumably trying to unbutton my pants, but I stop her. “That requires a lot more than a skirt. And our daughter is watching.”

Our daughter. I’d never referred to Cora that way. Megan freezes for a moment and I worry that I’ve said the wrong thing, I’ve pushed too hard, I’ve frightened the gazelle. Then, she squeezes my cock tighter and rocks her hips against my fingers, panting quietly.

Our gondola starts to sway, just slightly, and I hear Cora say, “Mommy?”

Megan grabs my hat and slams it down over top of my wrist, squeezing her thighs against my hand so I can’t pull away, but blocking the view.

“Yes, baby?” She asks, breathless. It’s so sexy. It feels so wrong, but it is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. I should feel bad. We’re caught by our five-year-old daughter. We’re getting frisky in public, people below us, people in front of and behind us, but she’s intoxicated me and all I can care about is making this girl come in my hands.

“Can we ride again?” I catch a glimpse of her bright eyes.

I f*ck Megan with my fingers more intensely than before. She glares at me, though it’s half-hearted, and manages an, “Of course, baby.” before Cora flips around squealing, and Megan gasps through a quiet orgasm.

We were going to ride this gondola all day.





8





I got a glass of cold water in the kitchen for Cora, as she bounces around the house, recanting tales from the zoo and all the animals she wanted to make as pets. I know I’m not the only one relieved to find she neglects talking about seeing my hands up Megan’s skirt, though Kate has sent a few knowing looks our way when Cora wasn’t looking.

Megan couldn’t get the smile off her face, no matter how guilty she otherwise looked. I didn’t feel any guilt at all. Instead, I couldn’t wait to get Megan between her soft sheets and get properly acquainted with her. The taste of her on my fingers nearly drove me wild and it was all I could think about during the rest of our stint at the zoo.

When I wasn’t carrying Cora on my shoulders and pointing out otters, anyway. It was a weird juxtaposition, swinging between cock-driving sexual desires and wanting to disappear into the world of a five-year-old girl who was rapidly winning me over. But I like it. A lot.

“Can Jamie read me a story?” Cora asked, twirling in the middle of the living room. “I like the way he tells stories.”

Kate cuts through the living room, dressed in short shorts and a tank top, with her make up down and her hair curled. Megan cocks an eyebrow at her. “I didn’t know you had a hot date tonight.”

She shrugs and tries to look nonchalant, but I recognize the sly grin on her face. “Oh, you know, it just came up.”

“Edwards.” I hand the glass to Cora, who hasn’t slowed down any, despite bedtime looming. “He usually makes a girl wait. I’m impressed.”

Kate fluffs her hair. “I guess we’re all going to hit a few balls tonight.”

Megan gapes and tries to look offended, her bright cheeks flushing red, but they laugh and throw pillows at each other before Kate throws me a wink and skips out the front door.

“I mean, I could use a little batting practice.” I flash a toothy grin at Megan and come up behind her, running my hands down her sides. She lets me for a moment, before slipping away and pointing to Cora.