It was still so weird so see the house so fresh with all my stuff in there. My pictures up on the wall – my favourites of magpies, and a giraffe in a hat, and a photo of me, Mum and Dad at my school play when I was seven. My books on the bookshelves next to his. My clothes in the wardrobe next to his. My tennis racket permanently hung up above the shoe rack in the hallway, right next to his. My cutlery in the drawers, and my plates in the cupboards.
I was grabbing myself a juice when Lucas arrived behind me from the living room. His smile was magic as he held up a piece of paper, bright with wax crayon.
“Millie drew this for you,” he said, and pointed to the sketched out people. “You, me, her.”
It made my heart do a strange little flip in my chest.
He pointed across the page. “Bill and Ted.”
“She drew this for me?”
He nodded. “She said she really likes you. That you’re one of her bestest, bestest people.”
“Aww,” I said, and took the drawing from him with a tear in my eye. “She’s one of my bestest, bestest people too.”
He pulled me close. “And tell me, Anna, who else is one of your bestest, bestest people around here?”
I put the drawing down on the counter and wrapped my arms around his neck.
“Hmm, that is a good question, Lucas. Let me think about that for a minute…”
He kissed my cheek, and I grinned, loving the feeling of his mouth on my skin.
“My bestest people…” I started. “Well, I do really like Nicola, and I like Vicky, too…” I paused as he lowered his mouth to my neck. “And Mum and Dad, of course… oh, and Stacey… I really like Stacey…”
I sucked in a breath as he dropped his kiss to my tits, tugging my dress down just enough to free my bra.
“And who else?” I whispered. “Who else is on my bestest, bestest list?”
“How about you show me who else is on your bestest, bestest list?” he asked, and there was that growl in his throat I couldn’t resist.
My belly was fluttering, and my heart was racing, and I wanted him so much it made me dizzy.
I pulled away long enough to finish my juice, and then I giggled and ran, racing past him and bounding upstairs like a horny teenager, poking my tongue out at him over my shoulder.
He caught me before the bedroom doorway, scooping me up from my feet and carrying me over to the bed while I giggled.
He dropped me backwards and lowered himself down on top, and his body was so hot and so firm, and so fierce as his hands worked their magic.
“What delicious dirty panties do you have on for me this evening?” he asked, and he was already kissing his way down and tugging my dress up to answer his own question.
White lace.
His favourite.
The slip of the thong had been pressing tight between my ass cheeks all evening at girls’ night, and I knew they’d be messy. I knew he’d love them for it.
And he did.
His breath turned ragged as his face arrived down between my thighs, and I was desperate for it. Desperate for him.
He ran a thumb over the crotch, pressing tight against my slit.
“Who did you say was one of your bestest, bestest people?” he asked, and I couldn’t hold back a moan.
He worked his thumb in circles, and I could feel the heat of his breath through the lace, and I needed it. I needed it so damn bad.
“You,” I whispered. “You are my bestest, bestest person, Lucas. You always have been.”
His mouth landed hard, and I was ready, arching myself under him to get as much as I could.
“Be my bestest person, Lucas,” I told him. “Make me come really hard.”
“Oh, I’ll be your fucking bestest,” he said, and did it.
His tongue was divine, and his hands were so strong as he held my ass cheeks, and I came for him. I came for him so hard there was white behind my eyes, and my heart was in my temples, and my clit was sparking like dynamite.
Then he came up and kissed me, with a mouth that tasted of me, and a hunger in his tongue that set me on fire all over again.
He slipped my dirty knickers down my thighs and rubbed them against his cock, and I knew what was coming. I always knew what was coming.
“Open wide,” he said, and I did.
I opened my mouth nice and wide and kept my eyes on his while he worked his dick sheathed in dirty white lace and aimed it right up to my face.
I sucked him, deep and wet until he shot his load, the delicious taste of his cock, and me, and drips of precum through lace. His balls tensed, and his breaths quickened, and I was begging through slurps.