The Woman from the Past (Grassi Framily)

“I don’t own any sandals.”

“Well, then, there’s nothing standing in our way then, is there?” she asked, her hands roaming down my chest as her eyes went a little wicked.

“Can’t think of a fucking thing at the moment,” I agreed as her fingers started to work my shirt buttons free, then gathered the material and yanked it free from my pants.

“I’m not going to lie. Being able to see out but no one else being able to see in is kind of hot,” she told me as her hands moved up my bare chest.

“Bit of an exhibitionist, huh?”

“Never realized it until right this minute,” she told me as one of her hands went down, rubbing over my hard cock through my pants.

“Well, this or any other fantasies you uncover, I’m here to help you realize them,” I said, smirking down at her until she was going down on her knees in front of me, her head angled up, and her hands working my belt free, then my pants, then my boxer briefs.

Never gave my windows too much thought when it came to sex before, as Cammie took me into her mouth as I stood in front of the window, yeah, I absolutely got what she found so hot about it.

Reaching down, I grabbed a hold of her shorter hair, using it to pull her back and then up, needing too much to be inside her, even if the urge to come down her throat was strong.

I pulled her to her feet so I could slip her clothes off, watching the world go by as a backdrop to her beauty, and feeling myself getting harder and harder by the moment.

I slipped on a condom before turning her, one of my hands slipping between her thighs, the other guiding my cock until I slid inside of her.

It wasn’t hard and fast as it had been the other times.

For a change, we weren’t in a rush. We had all the time in the world we needed.

So it was slow and explorative for a while until her moans and demands for more pushed me past my self-control, making me fuck her harder and faster as her arms went out, resting on the bracing between the windows to keep her from flying forward with each thrust.

“Come for me,” I growled, my finger working her clit as I continued to fuck her, her walls getting tighter and tighter around my cock. “Fuck, yes, just like that,” I growled as the climax slammed through her system, bringing mine along with her, leaving us panting for breath in the aftereffects.

This time, it was Cammie’s laughter that seemed to bring us both back to the present.

“The bed is literally five feet away,” she said, shaking her head. “And we still didn’t make it.”

“Baby, we’ve got all day,” I reminded her as I moved away, walking toward the bathroom. “Can you get that?” I asked, hearing my phone ringing while I was washing my hands.

“What’s the matter?” I asked when I came back out to find Cammie standing there with a look on her face that I could only describe as horror.

“That was Nino,” she said, tone grave.

“What’s the matter? What happened?”

“He, ah, he called us to tell us that we have been summoned.”

“Summoned,” I repeated, brows pinching. “To what?”

“To your mother’s house. Tomorrow night.”

“Jesus Christ,” I said, feeling my shoulder sag with relief. “You had me worried.”

“We should be worried. I mean… I am worried.”

“Baby, it’s not a big deal.”

“Your mother wants to meet me, that’s a big deal. Especially because I know that you guys don’t ever bring women home. And she’s been dying for you guys to settle down. And give her grand babies.”

Christ.

August was doing some talking when I wasn’t paying attention.