Sarah wants to say good night.”
Ellen’s blood turned to ice. “Can you come look in the closet?”
“Sarah, go to bed. She rubbed her temples. “Please,” she whispered, fingers clawing the sheets. Good night, Sarah.”
“Good night, Stevie.”
The sound of Sarah’s door closing preceded footsteps returning down the hall, and then Stephen’s weight sank down on the bed next to her. He was pumping steadily now, her cheeks spread to accept him. Where’s the lube?”
“In the naughty drawer.”
“Well get it.”
She heard him fumble in the dark. Her mouth worked for a second before she managed to mutter: “Full…”
“Is full good?”
“Mmmm, yes, full is good. Fill me more…”
He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled, jerking her head back. She sees scarier stuff in her room anyway, to hear her tell it.”
Stephen laughed. But don’t wake her up.”
“Okay,” he said, squeezing her shoulders and swinging his legs out of bed. After a few seconds, he was able to work in and out gently, and then with a little more force as the resistance diminished.
