“Maybe.” I stood and drew closer to him. “Honestly, I still feel a little lost trying to figure out what I want to do.”
He gave me a smile while washing up the few dishes. “Well, you still have plenty of time to decide.” His stare drifted to a container on the counter, and I saw the playful gleam in his eyes. “We forgot all about that slice of pie I ordered,” he said. “Did you save room for dessert this time?”
I couldn’t help but snort with laughter. “I’ll try a bite,” I told him.
Foster grabbed a fork and then opened the container holding a large slice of apple pie. I watched as he took a bite and released a faint moan of appreciation. “That waitress wasn’t lying; this pie is excellent,” he said.
When he gathered up another forkful and held it out to me, I accepted it and then nodded in agreement. “It’s very good, but I’m a much bigger fan of meat,” I said, letting my stare drop to his crotch while licking my lips.
“Oh, you are being naughty, aren’t you?” Foster said, raising an eyebrow as he grinned. Before I could speak, he set down the pie and then took hold of my arm, turning me a little in order to give my ass a playful smack.
I released a cry of feigned surprise, my eyes wide. “That’s only going to make me even more naughty!” I warned.
Foster laughed and shook his head. “What am I going to do with you?”
I stepped closer to him, cupping my hand between his thighs and giving his cock the gentlest squeeze. “Oh, I can think of a few things.”
I was now horny and growing hard just from that teasing exchange, but after the conversation I’d had with Foster on the dock, when he worried he was too old for me, I didn’t want him to think I’d be constantly pestering him for sex. So instead of being more aggressive, I turned my attention back to the pie, taking another bite before offering the rest to him.
Once we were finished in the kitchen, Foster and I curled up together on the couch to read. “It’s so quiet here,” I remarked. “No phones, no television, no traffic.”
“Does that bother you?” he wanted to know.
“Not at all,” I replied. “I actually like it. It’s nice to have a break from all that stuff.”
Foster smiled. “I think so, too. I’m glad you’re having a good time.”
“I’m having an amazing time,” I said, returning his smile.
As the evening grew later, it became more and more difficult for me not to touch Foster. I kept looking up from my book, sneaking glances at him, but I managed to control myself. Meanwhile, he rested a hand on my thigh, his brow furrowed in concentration as he read some hefty nonfiction tome. It looked like something I might be assigned to read for one of my classes, but my stepfather delved into a book like that for pleasure.
When my willpower had eroded to the point that I was ready to slide into Foster’s lap, I made a show of slowly climbing to my feet and stretching. “I think I’ll get ready for bed,” I told him, trying to keep my tone casual.
He looked up from his book and gave me another one of those gorgeous smiles. “I’m right behind you,” he said.
In the bathroom, I brushed my teeth and told myself, again and again, to behave. I never wanted Foster to feel pressured to perform; we’d just had amazing sex that very day, and I couldn’t be expecting it all the time. I certainly didn’t want to feed his insecurity about being older.
Peering at my reflection in the mirror, I noticed that I’d gotten some sun on my face, and on my arms. Not enough to burn, but I no longer looked as pale. This weekend had done both me and Foster a world of good, I realized. Getting away from the familiar routine of home, and also from Mom’s chaos, was what we both needed.
As I left the bathroom, I saw Foster set his book aside and rise from the couch. “Bathroom’s all yours,” I told him. Then I headed to the bedroom, turning on the lamp before stripping naked. The night outside was chilly, so I grabbed an extra blanket from the closet and then snuggled up in the bed under the covers.
Stretched out on my stomach, I heard Foster enter the room a little while later. My head was turned away from him, and though I was wide awake, I didn’t move. If he was tired and done playing for the day, I certainly didn’t want him to feel like we had to do anything sexual.
But of course Foster knew I was still awake. Maybe he was already familiar with the sound of my even breathing while I slept, or maybe my body wasn’t completely relaxed. When he climbed into the bed beside me, I felt him rest a hand on my back. “You okay, sweetheart?” he whispered.
I turned my head toward him and smiled, keeping my eyelids heavy as I tried to maintain the ruse that I’d been dozing. It was then that my gaze drifted downward, over his naked body, and I drank in the sight of his hardening cock. “Sooo good,” I murmured. “How about you?”
“Oh, I’m just perfect,” he said.
I raised an eyebrow, my smile turning into a grin. “You sure are.”
Foster chuckled and slowly, teasingly, drew the covers off of me, and I shivered in the cool air. “You want me to warm you up?” he asked in a husky voice, and I hurriedly nodded.
As soon as he moved to lie on top of me, I spread my legs wide, giving him plenty of room to rest on his knees between them while he pressed his body to mine. I moaned in pleasure feeling the heat of his skin against my back.
Foster’s hands sought out mine, and I watched as our fingers intertwined. Careful not to rest all his weight on me, he began gently thrusting, and I moaned louder at the sensation of his hard cock sliding over my crack.
His lips were at my neck, and I lifted my head a little, my eyes closed as I released a pleasured sigh. I found I loved being pinned beneath him, and though he wasn’t trying to restrain me in any way, I still felt claimed, owned, ready to be taken.
And then I spoke those words that always triggered his lust as well as my own: “Fuck me, Daddy.”
He made that low guttural sound from deep in his throat, the one that never failed to get my cock throbbing. “You want Daddy’s hard cock in your tight ass again?”
“Yes, yes, please! I want every inch!” I shamelessly begged.
Foster was quick in retrieving the lube from the bedside table, and the sound of him applying it to his dick made me tremble with anticipation. When he slipped a hand beneath me, guiding my hips upward a little, I raised my ass so he could work a generous amount of lube inside me with his finger. By the time he was finished, little whimpers of need were escaping my lips.
He took his place on top of me again, and I kept my legs spread wide. I felt him at my hole, the head of his cock gently probing. “You ready for me, baby?” he whispered.
I could only nod, my breaths coming faster. Willing myself to relax, I closed my eyes, then gasped as he entered me. “Yes!” I groaned. “Give me that big cock, Daddy!”
My words made Foster bury his dick deep inside me, all the way to the hilt. Now it was his turn to groan at the feel of my ass gripping his entire length. Lowering his lips to my shoulder, he nipped at my skin, giving me a gentle love bite.
His hands found mine again as he began moving inside me with steady thrusts. Each one drove me against the mattress, and my own hard cock was getting enough stimulation from that to heighten my arousal. I could easily come from this, I realized. From lying beneath Foster, from feeling his dick claiming my ass while the mattress provided a pleasurable friction against my cock.