Unexpectedly Yours (Private Relations 3)

Elle let her mind wander as she finished putting the lasagna together. Just as she had covered it with foil and put it into the oven, she heard the beep of Jim’s alarm signaling his arrival. He was early, she thought with a grin.

Walking over to the sink, she rinsed her hands and quickly dried them. As she set the towel down, he said, “There you are. Hey, beautiful.”

Jim immediately wrapped his arms around her and said, “It’s been way too long. I’ve missed you.”

She hugged him tightly and said, “No kidding. You’ve been insanely busy this last week or two.”

Still holding her, he said, “Yeah. Taking two weeks off on short notice has been really rough. I don’t know what I’m going to do when the baby is born.”

“We’ve still got some time to worry about that,” Elle said. “Glad to be off work?”

“Not really,” Jim said. “I’m not thrilled about my parents visiting. The fact you’re here is definitely a plus, though.”

He leaned down and gave her a light kiss on the lips. Needing far more than that, Elle wrapped her arms around his neck and tugged his head back down. He must have seen the desire in her eyes because he immediately groaned and crushed his mouth down on hers.

Elle parted her lips and gave a sigh of pleasure when his tongue swept into her mouth. She pressed herself shamelessly against him now, trying to express how desperately she wanted him. Message received, she thought, as his hands tightened on her hips.

He pressed his erection into the softness of her belly. Gentling the kiss and pulling back from her mouth, Jim asked, “How much time does whatever that is have?” He followed it up with a gesture to the oven.

“It’s got about an hour. Lasagna,” Elle said, answering the unspoken question.

“Oh, awesome. Thank you for making dinner, by the way,” Jim said as he tugged her gently toward the stairs.

Elle gave him her best impression of an innocent look and asked, “Where are we going?”

He gave

her a wide grin and said, “You know exactly where we’re going. Dinner will hold, right?”

“It needs to come out of the oven in roughly fifty minutes but it can sit afterward.”

“Come with me,” he said, once again tugging her gently toward the staircase.

“Okay,” Elle said, grinning.

As they made their way up the stairs, he conversationally said, “I’ve been thinking about burying my cock inside you all day.”

“Just today? I’ve been going slowly insane all week,” Elle said, pouting.

“Since you left on Sunday night, to be honest,” he said. As they walked through the bedroom door, he asked, “Did you touch yourself at all?”

“Several times. It took the edge off, but what I really wanted was you there, filling me up.”

She heard his slight intake of breath. A moment later he asked, “Would you show me?”

“Only if I can have that afterward,” she said, gesturing toward the front of his slacks where his erection strained against his zipper.

“I’m definitely gonna give it to you,” Jim said, smirking.

Grinning, Elle said, “That seems fair then.”

Reaching down to her waist, she pulled the top over her head and tossed it haphazardly on the floor. She watched as he loosened his tie and unbuttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt. Putting her arms behind her, she undid the clasp of her bra and slid it slowly down her arms.

Jim immediately focused in on her breasts as soon as she’d bared them. Cupping them in her hands, she played with her tight nipples while he slowly worked at the buttons of his shirt. She pinched them between her fingers, moaning as she felt another flood of arousal between her thighs.

“Fuck, Elle.”

Releasing her breasts, she slid her hands down to her waistband and unbuttoned her jeans. After sliding them down her legs and kicking them away from her, she dipped her hand into the front of her panties. Slipping one finger in between her wet folds, she groaned at the intimate contact.