Page 130 of Seasons of Love
That had bad idea written all over it.
But did I say no?
Has hell frozen over?
So every time I come over to work in the backyard, I shower in Ellis’s spare bathroom, then eat the dinner he insists on cooking for me before we do an hour or two of studying. I go home feeling sated, happy, and smelling like Ellis’s shower soap.
Even my sheets smell like Ellis.
Trying to sleep with an erection is not fun. I draw the line at rubbing one out in his shower, but when I get home, it’s like my dick knows that once Sara is asleep, it’s adult time.
It’s the lonely nights when I wish for nothing else but to be held by another human that I give in.
I close my eyes and see Ellis staring at me like he always does. Full of wonder, like I’m something special.
His touch is always timid, like he wants to ask for something but is too afraid to do it. And when I feel as if I’m the only one who can give him what he needs, that’s when my desire and my mind take over.
I wrap my hand around my hard cock and show him exactly how I like it as I whisper in his ear how much I want him, how amazing it’ll be to feel him stretch around me.
My breath catches with every stroke as the intensity builds and the world around me narrows to only Ellis. I moan his name as I grip my cock tighter, pulling my foreskin back and teasing the head with my other hand.
His scent is everywhere. Every time I inhale, I smell his essence and my mouth waters. I want to taste him, feel his hard cock heavy on my tongue as I suck him deep and hear him moan my name.
The thought that I may have the same effect on Ellis that he has on me is as powerful as the electric current that runs through my body.
It never takes long for my orgasm to hit, and I fall asleep surrounded by remnants of his soap smell and my silly dreams.
Ellis is now such a familiar figure to Sara that as soon as we get to his place, all she wants is to get onto his lap.
I’d argue against it, but Ellis seems to relish it. I don’t know why, but it’s like he looks forward to seeing Sara almost as much as I look forward to seeing him.
Between my lust for him and his behavior with Sara, how am I supposed to keep my poor heart in check?
How am I supposed to stop myself from falling for this man I’m already stupidly attracted to if even my kid can’t resist him?
Ugh.
The sun is high and there isn’t a cloud in the sky. I clean the sweat off my forehead with my shirt.
Fortunately, I’m not digging holes today.
The soil beneath the shed had a little surprise waiting for me, so when I started digging the foundation for the deck, I came across a lot of rocks. That led to more digging.
I used the rocks with the concrete to strengthen the structure of the deck’s base, but by the end of that day, my back was totally fucked.
Now, while the concrete is drying, I’m working on the raised beds.
Ellis wants a natural look like the deck, so I’m building the raised beds with reclaimed wood from a local supplier.
He hasn’t decided what he’ll plant in them, but I have some ideas. If he asks for my opinion, of course.
I hear the double doors open and look toward the house. Ellis comes out with Sara in his arms, as usual.
“If she gets used to being carried everywhere, I’m giving her to you. No take-backsies,” I joke.
He mock gasps. “Did you hear that, princess? Your daddy says you can stay with me forever and ever. How about that?”
Sara giggles because Ellis tickles her tummy.
