The Theme

Eric and Lila had three intense sexual sessions before they had agreed to take a break.

As soon as Lila unlocked her front door, she grabbed Eric's hand, pulling him inside her home and shoving him against the wall. He felt the strength of her lust as she pulled his clothes off his body; her mouth immediately connecting to his exposed skin. She licked, she bit, she sucked, and in the process, she drove him insane with impatience.

Fuck, he wanted to fuck her every which way, but he knew she would want to mount him first.

As soon as he was left sporting only his tattoos and his glasses, Lila immediately stripped herself of her own clothes. "Oh, look," she said breathlessly as she motioned with her head behind him. "There's a bed located conveniently behind you."

Eric turned back for the first time pulling his eyes away from her tempting curves. He noticed all the furniture that had been in the room Sebastian had inhabited while convalescing after the dissolution was now crowding the living room.

Eric turned back to look at Lila, she wasted no time in pushing him back on the bed and climbing on top of him.

When their passion had been spent Eric felt around the bed for his glasses finding them at the foot of the mattress. He suggested she bring the laptop to the bed so they could begin looking at nursery ideas. Hours later, working together, Lila had a clear idea of what she wanted, and pink was only slightly involved.

She sat nuzzled against his tattooed chest with the laptop sitting on her legs. Eric's arm wrapped around her waist; he absent-mindedly ran his hand up-and-down repeatedly against the curving on her body. "Hot air balloons seems to be the winning theme," he said softly against her ear.

She nodded as she closed the laptop screen. She turned her neck looking up into his eyes. "Thank you," she said. "If it weren't for you, I would have painted that whole room in pink and regretted it almost immediately." She brought her left hand to the side of his face. "And I never would have thought of murals."

Eric stared intently into her eyes. "I missed you," he blurted out, immediately shocked that he voiced the admission he had secretly carried around internally for the past few months. He was too busy mentally chastising himself, he almost missed the big smile on her face.

Lila sat up, shifting to look at him face-to-face. The two looked into each other's eyes, but where he was nervous, she kept smiling. She lunged at him and began to kiss him when the sound of knocks at her front door resonated throughout the home.

It seemed she had planned to ignore the caller as she roughly rubbed her nude body against his.

The knocking was persistently getting louder.

Eric felt Lila's hand head south.

"Yoohoo! Lila! Eric!" His mother's unmistakable voice penetrated the walls of the house and immediately killed the mood. "It's grandma! I want to see the progress on the nursery!"

Eric felt Lila's reluctance as she pulled away from him. Suddenly she began to scurry when the sounds of keys jingling were heard.

She rushed to grab his T-Shirt from the floor slipping it on frantically. "She has a key!"

Eric stood. "Why!?"

Lila grabbed his jeans from the floor and tossed them to him. "Get dressed."

The door swung open, and the grandmother-to-be walked in as if that was her own home. "Honey, I couldn't wait to see the progress with the nursery," his mom's voice immediately sent him into a frenzy. He scattered to pull his jeans on, turning his back to his mom to zip them up.

Vanessa was halfway between the front door and the hallway when she stopped to take in the scene before her. Her eyes drifted between Lila's half-dressed state and his own.

As Lila closed the front door, his mom winked and smiled at him before her eyes focused on the bed in the middle of the room. "Well, I see there was some progress here today," she turned to drop her purse on the counter before walking down the hallway.

The two stared at each other knowing they got caught doing something they didn't want to be caught doing.

Vanessa came back into the living room. "Not much progress in the nursery." She leaned against the frame and crossed her arms over her chest. "So," she looked at both of them up and down, "what have you two been up to?"