Feels Like Summertime(52)

“Wow,” I say. Her chest flushes pink.

“My body’s not quite what it used to be,” she says. She looks everywhere but at me while I stare at nothing but her. I want to take in every part of her, from the curve of her shoulder to the space between her toes. I want to find out if the spot on the back of her knee is tender or ticklish. I want to lick across that mole beneath her left breast. I want to find out if her nipples taste like dark cherries, or if that’s just her embarrassment and the heat from the shower tinting her skin.

“Your body is beautiful,” I say.

She scoffs. “You don’t have to flatter me. I’ve had four kids.” She holds up four fingers. I grab her wrist and kiss each finger. Then I kiss my way down her wrist and up her inner arm, stopping every now and again to nibble, until her arm is outstretched and her breast lifts ever so slightly. I cup her breast in my hand. “The last time I touched you like this, you didn’t have enough boob to fill my hand. Now… God!” I kiss the underside of her breast. “Can I kiss you here?” I ask, as I swipe my thumb across her nipple.

She nods and lets out a little noise. I take her nipple into my mouth, being careful not to suck, but I do lick and taste and tease her until she’s hard in my mouth, and she clutches onto my hair with her fists. “Jake,” she says, and she pulls my face back up to hers.

I run my hands down her sides to her bottom, grabbing two handfuls and squeezing as I lift her against me. “I want to make you feel good,” I say.

“Jake,” she says again.

I fall onto the bed with her beneath me, careful to catch my weight with my arms, and I lie on top of her. She spreads her legs to cradle me, and I hitch myself against her center.

“Please,” she says. She reaches for the button of my shorts, but I grab her hands and tangle my fingers with hers, and press our hands against the mattress. Then I kiss my way down her stomach, tasting the sweet trail that leads down between her panties. I untangle our hands and peel her panties off her.

Katie doesn’t shave. I have to admit that I like that. A shaved * makes me think of prepubescent girls, and that’s the last thing I want to think about during sex. I linger over her damp heat, rubbing my nose against the fine, straight hairs. Then she arches her hips and pushes my head down. “Please,” she says again.

A knock sounds on the door. I freeze, and so does Katie.

“Yes?” Her voice squeaks and I have to hold back a laugh.

“Mom?” Alex yells.

“What?”

“Have you seen my football?”

“Check in the kitchen by the table!” she yells back.

“Hey Mom!” Alex yells again. He tests the doorknob. Thank God I locked the door.

“What, Alex?” She huffs out a breath.

I lay my cheek against her belly and laugh against her skin.

“Have you seen Jake?” Alex asks.

She looks down at me and shakes her head. “He was on the dock the last time I saw him!” She shrugs at me with a look of apology.

“Okay!” Alex calls back.

His footsteps retreat down the hallway.

Katie’s legs are spread open wide, and I’m lying between them with my face in her snatch, while she talks to her kids. This is all kinds of wrong, but it’s all sorts of right too.

Katie sits up on her elbows. “You want to come up from down there?”

“I like where I’m at just fine.” I spread her lower lips with my thumbs and inhale the scent of soap and Katie and sex. There is no sweeter smell than that of a needy woman. I lick up her slit, and another knock sounds on the door.

Katie growls and says, “What do you want now, Alex?” Her fingers tangle in my hair and pull tight to make me be still.

“It’s me, Mom!”

“What do you need, Gabby?”

“Can I use your clear nail polish?”

“It’s in my purse on the kitchen counter!”

I laugh against Katie’s pink skin.

“You think this is funny?” she whispers. She jerks my hair, forcing me to look up at her.

“I think it’s f*cking hilarious,” I snort out.

“Are you sure you want to sign up for this kind of thing?”

“Eating you out? Yes. If there’s a sign-up sheet, I want to sign up for it every single day.”

“No, I mean kids. There will never, ever be a time when they’re not out there, somewhere.” She throws up her hands and falls back against the bed.

“Then we’ll have to get really good at doing this quickly.” I slide two fingers inside her and she freezes when I crook them and find that squishy spot inside her, just as I latch on to her clit and give it a suck.

Her neck arches back against the bed and she cups her breasts, tweaking her nipples ever so slightly, and if I wasn’t afraid of coming in my pants a minute ago, I definitely am now. I roll my hips against the bed, trying to relieve some of the pressure.

She’s slippery wet inside and hot and tight as she squeezes down around my fingers. I hum against her clit and she rocks her hips, riding my face as I bring her higher and higher. Her fingers pull tightly against my hair, just enough to show me the amount of pressure and speed she wants.

“Jake,” she whispers on a gasp, and then I feel her walls clamp down hard on my fingers as her body bows up tight, and she comes while I lick her through her orgasm. She shudders, and I slow my tugs and pulls and use my tongue to bring her back down. I don’t stop until she retreats a little, trying to get away from my mouth.