“Gavin, could you help me upstairs for a minute?” Liz asked after the plates were cleared and everyone sat in the living room watching a movie.

“Sure.” He got up and followed her upstairs.

She pulled him into his old bedroom, then shut and locked the door. When she pushed him onto one of the overstuffed chairs, he cocked a brow.

“Seriously?”

She unzipped her jeans and shimmied out of them, then removed her panties and climbed into the chair with him, straddling his lap. “You didn’t think I’d forget about this, did you?”

He grasped her hips, his cock twitching to life as she rubbed against him. “I knew you wouldn’t. When you get an idea into your head, it doesn’t go away.”

“No, it doesn’t. You’re not going to complain about it, are you?”

“Hell, no.” He lifted her only long enough to free his cock, which had gone fully hard. “How much foreplay do you want?”

“None. I’ve been thinking about this all afternoon.”

Sucking in a deep breath, he fit his cock to the entrance of her pussy and thrust into her, soaking in the sounds she made as she slid onto his dick.

Oh, yeah. He gripped her hips and began to lift her on and off of him, watching the way their bodies moved together. Being able to see her like this made him even harder.

“Faster,” she said, holding tight to his arms as she leaned back, giving him a full-on view of her sex, of where they were connected.

“You make me want to come, Liz,” he said, his jaw clenched tight as he fucked his cock deeper into her. She grasped her breasts through her top, squeezing them, inciting his desire even higher. He wanted to taste her, to touch her, to get her naked and lick her all over. None of which he had time for with his family downstairs. But seeing her like this, her body undulating against his, was a turn on that made his dick go even harder.

He reached for her clit, wanting her to go off when he was inside her.

“Make me come, Gavin. Touch me there.”

She let him have access to her, knowing he’d give her exactly what she needed.

It didn’t take long. He knew her body, knew how responsive she was to his touch. And when she tightened around him, her pussy convulsing, he let go, driving into her as he came. She whimpered with her orgasm and fell forward, kissing him as her climax drove them both into long, shaking tremors that had them clutching tight to each other.

“God, you make me sweat,” he murmured against her lips.

She pulled back and smiled at him. “It’s good off-season exercise for you.”

She climbed off and they dashed into the bathroom to clean up, then Liz got dressed.

As Gavin zipped his jeans, he looked at her in the mirror. “Now how are you going to explain this one to everyone?”