Page 154 of Running
About thirty minutes later, Grace and I clear the dishes, and Mom gathers the kids for some time outside.
Once everything is loaded in the dishwasher, Grace comes up behind me, draping her arms over my shoulders.
“I’m so happy,” she whispers in my ear. “About everything.”
I clasp her wrists where they lay on top of my shoulders.
“Me too, Goldie, the happiest I can ever remember.”
“I do have one more thing that may make the day even better,” she says suggestively.
“Oh yeah?” Whatever it is, I’m sure interested now.
“Join me in the master in five minutes.”
Before I can respond, she slides off to our room.
It’s torture waiting five minutes to see what she has up her sleeve. The clock moves stupidly slow as I try to give her the time she asked for.
Finally, five minutes pass, and I stride to the master. “Coming in now.”
“I’m ready,” I hear through the door.
I step in and…
There’s my Goldie, leaning against the nearest wood post of my bed, blonde hair down, swimming over the front ofmy jerseywith a #2 on the front…
“What’s this?” I say, my brain shutting down.
“I’ve been keeping a different kind of secret. I bought this to wear at a game as soon I could, and when you mentioned that idea today, I thought we could mark this amazing day in style…” She twirls around slowly. “You like it?”
Once her back is facing me and I can see my name there, I let out a growl. “Stay right there.” I try to soak in the sight before me.
“Okay, honey,” she says in a flirty voice. “But if I can add one thing”—she takes her right index finger and slowly pulls the jersey up a little over her right cheek, so I can see part of her bare ass—“the jersey is theonlything I have on right now.”
“Fuck me.”
And I’m moving. In three steps, I reach her and turn her so she’s facing forward. Using the bedpost as leverage, I pull her up off the ground and pin her with my hips against it.
My mouth slams onto hers and she’s ready for me, reciprocating quickly with her tongue. Our lips clash, claiming each other avidly, and just when I think I have control of the kiss, she does the thing I love, nipping on my bottom lip.
Needless to say, I’m already hard.
She wraps her legs around me, and with my hips holding her up against the bedpost, I realize my hands are free to focus elsewhere. They glide up her hips, pulling the jersey, so it’s bunched around her waist.
I break the kiss, making her whimper. But I want to look down to confirm—yep, no panties.
“You did this for me, Goldie?” I pull my right hand across the top of her pussy, and let my thumb start rubbing, teasing. “Did you get wet thinking about it? Me finding you like this?”
“Ahhhh,” she gasps out. “Yesss.”
“And what did that brilliant brain of yours expect? Was your plan to have me fuck you with my name on your back?”
She wriggles from the combination of my words, and the relentless slides of my thumb on her. “Johnson, this feels so…oh my god.”
“Yeah, Goldie, I know. You wanted a reaction, and you’re getting one.” I press my thumb directly on her clit, and she lets out a loud moan. “Seeing you in this, I can’t wait to fuck you.”
“Please, Johnson, I want…”
