Knitted Hearts by Amber Kelly

Sonia

Foster lifts me over one shoulder and fireman-carries me up the stairs. He tosses me onto my back on his bed. He quickly kicks his jeans off and climbs over top of me. His big body pins me to the mattress, and he settles between my thighs.

His mouth finds mine, and he starts to kiss me deep and slow. The taste of me still lingering on his tongue.

My hand finds him and wraps around his length, and he grows thicker.

I pull away from his mouth and growl, “I want you inside of me.”

He continues to kiss and caress my neck. Then, he bears up, reaches into the nightstand, and produces a silver packet. He rips it open with his teeth, and then he rises up onto his knees and slides the condom on slowly.

“Foster,” I groan his name impatiently as I arch up into him.

Damn, he’s hot.

His broad shoulders and chest taper to meet his powerful thighs, and his erection is standing hard and ready. It’s a glorious sight.

He comes back over me—his hot, slick, bare skin on mine.

“Ready to come for me again?” he asks.

“Again,” I yelp.

With a cocky grin, he lifts my hips and thrusts inside of me. Seating himself deeply.

“Oh my,” I gasp.

He pulls out to the tip and then plunges in again, filling me, and it feels so damn good.

My head flies back into the pillow, and I grip the sheets at my sides.

He bends his head, so he can kiss my exposed neck, and the contrast of his scruffy jaw against my sensitive skin feels amazing as he pounds into me at a steady pace.

I can feel the orgasm building in my lower back, and my body coils tight. Ready to spring at any moment.

His breath starts coming in short, ragged pants as my legs locks tightly around his waist.

“Damn, you feel amazing,” he grunts as my muscles clamp down on him.

He grips my hips as he thrusts harder and faster.

I release the sheets and bring my hands to his ass and hold on. He begins shaking, and a guttural sound comes from his throat as he teeters on the edge.

I’m so close myself and desperate for release when he slips one hand between us and begins to run circles around me. That does the trick. I start convulsing around him as I scream his name.

Foster loses the grip on his control, and he strains up and cries out as he explodes inside me. He brings his mouth to my shoulder and nips at my flesh as his climax crashes over him.

It’s the most intense experience I’ve ever had with a man.

We lie there, wrapped together—me beneath him—as we catch our breath. After a few minutes, he raises his head and smiles. Then, he stands and walks to the bathroom.

He returns, sans the condom, kisses my forehead, and says, “I’ll be right back.”

He descends the stairs, still completely naked, and I come up onto my elbows to watch him go.

What a beautiful ass.

I hear him tinkering in the kitchen, and then he returns.

“Well, the puppies are fast asleep, the kitchen is a mess, and I have cake.” He pulls a massive slice of chocolate cake from behind his back and climbs back into bed beside me.

He takes a huge bite and then another.

“Do you plan on sharing some of that?” I ask.

He holds his hand up. “In a minute. You zapped my energy, woman. I need sustenance,” he says before stuffing another forkful into his mouth.

I grab for the plate, but he holds it aloft, out of my reach.

“No fair,” I yell.

“Calm down, and I’ll feed you.” He gives in.

I settle into the pillows, and he loads the fork and points it in my direction. I snatch the cake with my teeth.

“Good, right?” he asks.

I nod.

“Dottie made it. It’s the second-best thing I’ve tasted tonight,” he declares.

I feel the blush spread across my skin at his words.

Words I like.

He offers me another bite, and I accept it.

“I, um, guess we’re staying the night,” I say and look for his reaction.

“You bet your ass you’re staying the night. I’m not cleaning up that mess by myself in the morning,” he tells me.

“I can’t believe we wasted that excellent chicken marsala,” I grumble as I pull the sheets up over me and settle into his side.

“I guess we’ll just have to try it again.” He shrugs.

“I guess so.”

I wake to the sound of a door closing. It takes me a second to remember where I am. I look over to where Foster slept, and the bed is empty. I don’t even remember falling asleep last night. The last things I remember are two orgasms and cake.

The clock on the nightstand says seven o’clock.

Shit.

I jump up and run into the bathroom. I splash water on my face and do a quick wipe-down with a warm washcloth. Then, I run downstairs to find my clothes from last night.

There is a note on the island.

Sorry I had to leave without saying good-bye. I would have woken you, but you looked so peaceful. I liked the sight of you in my bed.

I took George and Sue out to potty and fed them both before Sue and I left for the ranch. Stay as long as you’d like. There are clean towels in the closet if you want to shower.

I hope you girls have a great day. I’ll call you later.

P.S. You still have to come back and help me clean up later.

George is standing on her hind legs with her paws on the top of the puppy gate, barking her discontent at being left alone.

“I’m coming, baby dog. Give me one more minute.”

I pull my shirt over my head and step into my leggings. I run my fingers through my hair and put on a fresh coat of lip gloss. I have a patient to see in forty-five minutes. So, I find George’s leash on the couch and retrieve her from puppy jail. I twist the lock on the inside of the door and close it, and we rush to my first appointment.