Cherished (Wanted 4)

Heather was due to be home any minute, so I rushed around and lit all the candles. Mom and Dad had taken the twins for the night, giving Heather and me some much-needed time together.

I walked into the kitchen, and the smell of the lasagna caused me to stop and inhale. Damn, I love my mom’s lasagna.

I glanced up and looked out the back window. When I saw Heather walking up, I quickly lit the last two candles on the table and leaned up against the island. The door opened, and her beautiful face lit up like Christmas morning.

“Oh wow! What’s all this?” she asked with a giggle.

I ran my hand through my hair and gave her the smile I knew drove her crazy. “Well, Mom and Dad took the kids for the night, and before they left, Mom made lasagna for dinner.”

I watched as Heather looked around the room. I had put candles everywhere. The table was set with dishes, a salad I’d made with my dad, and a bottle of Heather’s favorite Shiraz wine, The Stump Jump.

She licked her lips and turned back to me as she raised her eyebrows. “The whole night? Alone with no kids?” she asked as her eyes lit up.

I felt my dick jump, and I quickly looked to see how much time the lasagna had left. I looked back at her and nodded. The next thing I knew, she slammed her body into mine and frantically began taking off my clothes. It wasn’t long before I joined in and had her down to her black lace bra and gray boy shorts with a black lace edge. I pushed her back and took in the sight of her beautiful body.

“Damn…sometimes, I still can’t believe you’re mine,” I whispered.

She smiled and took a step back as she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra before letting it fall to the floor. Then, she hooked her thumbs in her panties, slowly shimmied out of them, and kicked them off to the side.

“Heather,” I whispered.

She walked up to me and placed her hands on my bare chest. “I’ve always been yours.” She brushed her lips softly against mine.

“Oh god, baby.” I pulled her closer to me and deepened the kiss.

I moved my hand down her body and could feel her shudder in my arms. I lightly brushed my fingers over her and barely touched her clit when she let out a moan.

“Josh…I want you to make love to me all night, but right now…I really need you to just fuck me,” she whispered against my neck.

My heart slammed in my chest. Something about my sweet princess asking me to fuck her drove me out of my goddamn mind. I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around me. Our kissing had turned so passionate that it was like we needed each other’s air to breathe.

I walked up to the kitchen table and set her down on it. I pulled my lips from hers and asked, “How much do you like these plates?”

She smiled. “I never did care for them too much.”

I quickly took the salad and wine and put them on the island.

“Oh wait! The wine glasses…those were from your parents!” Heather said as she let out a giggle.

I grabbed those and the salt and pepper shakers that Gunner and Ellie had bought for us. Then, in one movement, I knocked everything else off the table. The sound of the dishes hitting the floor and breaking did something to me. I grabbed Heather and pulled her closer to me as I slammed my dick into her as fast and hard as I could.

“Yes! Oh god, yes, Josh.”

I watched while I moved in and out of her, her breasts bouncing and turning me on even more, as she held on to the table.

“Ah…Heather,” was all I could get out as I tried to hold off.

“Faster…oh god, go harder, Josh…harder!” she called out.

The moment she snapped her head up and looked at me, I felt her tightening, and I almost lost it.

“Oh god…I’m gonna come…yes…Josh, yes!” she cried out.

Watching Heather have an orgasm and call out my name was the hottest fucking thing in the word. I couldn’t hold off any longer, and I let myself go as I called out her name. She threw her head back and repeated my name over and over again.

When I finally came to a stop, she looked into my eyes, her chest heaving up and down. I tried to steady my breathing as we both just got lost in each other’s eyes.

Then, the timer went off for the lasagna.