“We’re home,” I said.
“Home,” she repeated and smiled lazily.
We walked inside and I heard her breath catch as her hand flew to her mouth. Brett had really outdone himself.
“Aiden!” Desiree exclaimed. “What is all this?”
“Umm, well I don’t know what you call it in New York, but down here it’s called a Christmas tree.”
She smacked me on the arm and turned to take in the room and the surprise I’d had Brett help me pull off. In the relatively short time we’d been in town, Brett had managed to drag in a tree, decorate it, and string lights along the mantle. I owed him big time, but the joyous look on Deisree’s face told me it would be worth any price.
“Thank you for this,” she said, wrapping her arms around my neck.
As she rose onto her tiptoes to give me a peck on the lips, a ringing sound came from her pocket.
“People aren’t wasting any time, are they?” I asked as I reluctantly let her go.
“Hello?” she asked into the receiver. I could hear the apprehensiveness in her voice and hated it. I wondered how long it would take before she wasn’t afraid when her phone rang.
I listened long enough to see that she was talking to someone she knew and then went into the bedroom to change clothes. I had no intention of continuing to wear real clothes for the rest of the day. If I had my way, I wouldn’t wear any clothes at all. Not if I could get Desiree to join me.
Desiree said goodbye and thanked the person she was talking to before hanging up and turning toward me. I leaned against the wall, watching as she stared at her phone for a moment before setting it down on the dining room table. Her eyes were brimming with tears, but her lips were curled into a deep, effervescent smile.
“Who was it?” I asked.
“Mrs. Williams from the store. She called a friend that works for county services and got me an interview for a social work position. They’ll help me fast track my paperwork to get licensed here in Tennessee.”
“That’s great,” I said, squeezing her tight. “I’m so happy for you. It’s so amazing that you care so much about other people.”
“The person I care most about is you,” she said as I sat her back on her feet. I leaned down to press a kiss to her lips softly, and she met me with a deeper, hungrier embrace. “You look good in pajamas.”
“You’d look good in nothing at all,” I said.
“My thoughts exactly,” she giggled as I grabbed her around the waist and picked her up, carrying her into the bedroom.
I dropped her onto the bed, and she bounced, laughter filling the room. I crawled onto the bed after her, and she fell back, letting me sink a kiss into her as her hair spread on the mattress. I let one hand drop down to pull at her jeans button, and they popped open. With my hand helping pull, she angled her hips up to help me get them pushed down to her ankles, where she kicked them off along with her socks.
I settled between her thighs, my rock-hard cock pressing against the fabric of my pajama pants and into her center. She cooed as I trailed my kisses down her neck and then slowly unbuttoned her blouse to keep moving down her center. I lifted the tank top underneath up and over her breasts, tracing the line of her bra with my tongue before opening the clasp in the center with my teeth. She giggled again as I pushed the cups away with my tongue and took her nipples into my lips one by one, sucking on them and making them rigid.
Trailing down the center of her body, I let my tongue swirl across her navel as I pulled on her panties and brought them down and off her. She bent her legs at the knees, her hands pressing gently on the top of my head to guide me down, and I grinned. I dove into her, relishing her taste and swirling my tongue onto her clit without warning.
She gasped and then cried out. The heat radiating from her core emboldened me, and I pressed a thick finger into her, brushing against her top wall while my tongue encouraged the little hood of her clit to open. Suddenly, after only a few moments, her legs slammed shut on my ears, and her body shook in a surprising and intense orgasm.
“I need you inside me,” she gasped between breaths, and I began to make my way up her body to her lips again.
Desiree pushed at the waistband of my pajamas with her toes, pulling them down to my ankles so I could kick them off. I had declined to put on boxers, so my cock sprung out, and the heavy, warm member pressed into her wet pussy instantly. One hand slid between us, and she grasped me by the base, guiding me into her without a moment’s hesitation.