I’m dipping into the back list today to find a sexy snog to entertain you with. This kiss comes from one of my NaNoWriMo stories as as the madness of National Novel Writing Month is all go right now I thought it appropriate!
“Oh, Will, you don’t have to.”
“Yes, I do. It’s only polite.”
“Well, if you insist.”
“I’ll give him a hand, Mum,” I added, and she smiled at me.
“Of course, dear.” She flashed that knowing smile again and Iheld down the urge to throttle it off her face. I was always very placid until my Mum got involved. She knew just how to rub me up the wrong way.
“So, did you enjoy the football?” I asked Will once we made it behind the closed kitchen door.
“Sure,” he replied, up to his elbows in soap bubbles. “It was good.”
“Be thankful it’s not cricket season,” I laughed.” Dad would have driven you mad trying to explain it.”
“He’s a good man,” Will said. “You’ve got lovely folks, Mary.”
“Why, thanks. Want me to pack them up so you can take’em home with you?” I laughed.
“Oh no, I couldn’t deprive you of them.” He grinned back, his eyes twinkling.
“I can’t even give them away,” I tutted and shook my head dramatically, drying a plate and putting it away in a low cupboard.
“Speaking of going home,” Will said, “I’ll have to go back to the hotel tonight. I’ve got that meeting early in the morning.”
“Of course,” I replied. “We’ll finish this off and I’ll drop you back at the hotel, no problem.”
“Okay, cool. I’d love to stay with you again, but you know.” He smiled, his cheeks flushed.
“Sure, I know.”
When he’d finished washing, he helped me dry the remaining pots. As I bent down to place pans in the cupboard under the sink,I felt him pressing his crotch against my bum. I could feel him straining in his pants and I got the urge to flip up my skirt so he could slip that cock inside of me. I took a steadying breath and stood.
“Hey, that’s sexual harassment,” I exclaimed and turned around to face him.
“Not when you enjoy it so much,” he replied. “I bet you’re wet.”
He slipped his arms around me, pulled me close and forced our mouths together for a kiss. I forgot where I was and returned the kiss with gusto. Before I knew it, he was dipping his fingers down my waistband, under my skirt and into my knickers. His fingers made me gasp as they slipped past my clit.
“Soaking,” he groaned, pulling out his hand but continuing to kiss me.
“Are you two finished?” Mum walked into the kitchen and we hurriedly parted.
“Yeah.” I replied, my cheeks red. I felt my blood pumping as itrushed though my veins.
“Ah, good.” She smiled that knowing smile again.
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