Storms

License To Thrill

Warning: sexual activities (obviously)

The next morning, Lindsey awoke before Stevie. The blanket covered only half of her body and the bedsheets were tangled beneath. The light shown through the lace curtains and he smiled, stroking the prominent red mark he had left on her butt cheek from the night before. He kissed her, finding her lips under all of that long blonde hair. She moans slightly, a smile spreading across her lips.

"Good morning, Angel" he said.

"Good morning, baby...wait, you stayed?"

"All night" he confirmed and she sat up a little, brushing her wild hair back.

"Are you going to get it trouble?" Stevie asked.

He chuckled. "She's not my mother, Steves. I'm a grown man."

"She may not be your mother but she is your wife"

"Whatever" he says with a shrug.

"Jenna will be back over today" she says. "I should probably get up. She's just like you, coming unexpectedly, usually at the ass crack of dawn"

"I never come unexpectedly" he says, giving her a wicked smirk.

"Shut up!" She hits him with a pillow. "Is it always about sex with you?"

"Mostly"

"You're such a guy!"

"Isn't that what you like?"

"I dabble" she says, getting up from the bed, grabbing a silk robe to throw around herself from the bed post.

"Wait, what? You dabble? With men or..."

"Wouldn't you like to know" It was her turn to smirk.

"Oh, Steph...since Jenna's coming over and you 'dabble'..."

"Don't even think about it! She's a baby. When I was younger, I might have been totally game but not now. Never, ever."

"You're saying we could have had a threesome! Oh, my heart I can't take it!" He says dramatically. "All those wasted years....many, many years ago."

"Watch what you're saying about my age, because you might not even get a twosome if you head down that very slippery slope..."

"I like the sounds of your slippery slope" She smacks him with another pillow. "It was just a joke" he said, watching her walk away. She drops her robe once she's entered the bathroom and turns on the shower, waiting for it to heat up. "Am I going to get a show?"

"No, you're going to get a shower. Come on." She motions to him and he presses his naked body into hers, kissing her neck and chest. "We don't have much time"

"Make time"

"What if the bell rings and we are both--"

"Doing what?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Don't play coy. You know what's going to happen in there."

"Why don't you show me? The memory is escaping me, angel" She tugs him into the shower with her, the hot water pelting their skin. She pushes him down onto the large bench, throwing a leg over his lap to straddle him.

"Lets make some use out of this morning wood, shall we?" she says, stroking the shaft, running her fingers delicately over the head. He tilts his head back toward the tile and she kisses his throat, the stubble scratching her lips. She continues to work him, up and down, reaching behind her to fondle his balls, massaging them in her palm. He sighs, his lips parting slightly. "Am I doing a good job?" She asks, a smile forming as she watches him.