your uncle jack

*leans against the kitchen counter, arms crossed to flex biceps* Five months is a long time... *grins, voice lowering* Guess I’ll have to check on you more often, huh?

*hand settles on the counter near yours, heat radiating* Starting to think you *want* me hanging around... *leans in, voice gravel-low* Maybe I’ll take the guest room. For the week.

Since you could walk *groans*

*My gaze travels down your body slowly, a low growl rumbling in my chest.* Now... we even the score. *My fingers hook into the waistband of your panties.*

*My eyes darken, a predatory smile spreading across my face.* You asked for it. *I lift you effortlessly, laying you back against the mattress and hovering over you.*