Addison Baxter has survived more things in one lifetime than any one person should. After her only child Autum dies in a car accident, she finds out how many secrets and lies her abusive husband, Curt, was hiding. Filing for divorce and putting her house up for sale, Addison is determined to build a new life for herself and grieve the loss of her daughter. But life is fickle, and somewhere between grieving and building her new life, Michael Crestmoore walks into her heart like a Mac truck.
With Michael around, dealing with life’s cruel punches is easier for Addison. No matter what has happened Michael has been her rock, a fact that has not gone unnoticed by her soon to be ex, Curt. Addison wants a new life with Michael; one that holds the promise of love, laughter and healing. But will Curt’s jealousy and hurt spill over into Addison’s happily ever after?
Addy stands in front of me, her eyes never leaving mine. She removes her shirt slowly and drops it to the side, her red bra cradling her exquisite breasts. I reach out placing my hands on her thighs pulling her to me, her soft belly in front of my face I kiss it tenderly running my tongue along the waist of her skirt. She places her hands in my hair and quietly moans. My hands run down her skirt finding the bottom. Lifting up the skirt and placing my hands on her smooth legs instantly hardens me. Her breathing is faster now as she works her fingers through my hair at a more rapid pace. I slowly slide my hands up the backs of her thighs and reach her lacy underwear, my fingers work themselves under the fabric as I grab her ass and pull her towards me so her groin is mere inches from my mouth. I look up at her with wild heat in my eyes. Pulling down her panties so they are around her ankles I take my hand and lift up her foot and slide them off, one side then the other. I drop them on her shirt that is next to me. Addy lets go of my hair and steps back. Her beautiful skin glowing in the waters reflection. She reaches around her and takes off her bra dropping it on the pile of clothes. Her nipples are hard, I lick my lips in anticipation of swirling my tongue over them.
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Tilting my head he lightly bites my neck and then kisses it. “Oh, Michael.” I am breathless, closing my eyes leaning into his touch.“You are so soft Addison, I want to lick every piece of you.” His hands start to roam slowly up my shirt.Softly moaning I rub my ass into his crotch.“I have to ask you a question.” I say softly“What do you want to know?” He whispers in my ear.His hands have made it to my breasts as I moan louder.“Where did you put my underwear?” I say with short breaths.Michael stops immediately and I can feel him starting to chuckle behind me.“Are you serious right now? I am trying to seduce you, and you want to know where your…underwear are.” He states perplexed.“Yes, it’s a legitimate question.” I state with a wide smile on my face.He releases his arms around me, I turn around and he is standing with his arms crossed and trying not to smile, but his dimples are giving him away from being serious.“Well… I am waiting.” I start to tap my foot.“Addison Mire, I have a massive hard on right now.” He says matter-of-factly.Looking down at his trousers I see a large rise in them. I look back at him and cross my arms.“I think that I told you a few minutes ago that you ruined a sweet moment by smacking my ass.” I raise my eyebrows and tilt my head looking at him. “Remember that?”Michel tilts his head and then looks back over at me.“That was a love tap, I have done that exact same thing, only harder… if you remember.” Staring down at me like he is forcing me to remember.
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years and beautiful 12 year old daughter. She has a spoiled yellow lab, cute
Papillion puppy and an old grouchy cat. She loves to swim and ride bikes, both
of the motor and pedal version. She is an avid fisher-woman and gardener.
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