I slip my hand below his navel and he moans. Muscles quivering, his fingers slide through my hair, release my ponytail, and tug my head forward to his lips. We connect as if we’ve never kissed before and devour each other, lust igniting.
My back to the refrigerator, his hard desire grinding into my lower half, our tongues tangle. With one leg wrapped around his waist, I open wide, and the heat in the kitchen rises two notches. Squirming against him, I can’t get close enough so pull his shirt over his head and suck his nipple.
“Babe.” He hisses, clutches my butt, and as I lift my other foot, he walks me to the iron staircase.
“Sit.” He tears away my top, strips off my bra, and pulls down my panties. Then, he grabs my ankle and nibbles up my thigh until he reaches the Promised Land.
The tip of his tongue slips around my nub, flattens, and presses on nirvana.
“Oh God.” With no place to put my feet, I feed them between the rails, giving him full access.
“Fuck yeah.” The center of his eyes big and black, he drops his shorts, his underwear, and leans over.
“Hold onto the railings.” Holding both of my wrists, he pulls them over my head, and curls my fingers around the cool iron bars.
Spread out for him, my throat goes dry as his heavy cock grows near. Looming over me, his index finger slides down my front, past my navel, and stops just shy of my quivering nub. Growling, the other hand pinches a nipple in sweet torture.
“Suds.” My nails dig into my palms, liquid coats my clit and I pant as his hand inches toward my core.
I widen for him, ache for him, and blossom as his finger finds my perfect spot.
“Oh, oh.” I rub once more against his knuckle and over the cliff I go.
While I shudder in divine bliss, he dive into my orgasm. Riding my ecstasy with white knuckles, he grips the stairs and grunts as he plunges deep into me. My out of control body climbs to another precipice and I scream in tandem with him.
“Fuuuuck!” He comes so hard, all the breath whooshes out of me.
The second orgasm leaves me boneless.
Eventually, I come back to earth and crack open an eye. “I felt the stairs move. The bolts may have come loose.”
“Don’t you worry none. There’s not a damn thing wrong with my nuts or my screws.” Grinning he kisses my toes and gently frees my legs from the railing.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Suds
I make love to her in the shower, on the kitchen table and in the loft where we fall asleep. As unbelievable as it may seem, I wake with a hard on, and take her again, all sleepy-like.
With us, makeup sex is the best flavor of all. Hell, sometimes I think we fight just so we can do it up right. I know I can’t fix her and I wouldn’t want to, even if I could. If I mess with her wild spirit, our lovin’ might change and I would not want that, no way, no how.
Sam stirs, groans, and settles back into a dream. Small bruises and love bites cover her body as well as mine.
Waking, her lids flutter open and she smiles like the damn sun coming up. “Morning sex may be my new favorite.”
“Me too, sugar.”
Later on, a new laptop arrives, and her eyes narrow. “Where did find the money for a new computer?”
“It supposedly fell off a truck. I thought it was legit until Vincent asked if you’d add on a couple of more hours to his special project. You mind telling me what it is you’re doing for him?” I don’t want another fight but she needs to stop hiding shit from me.
“Nothing. Really. I promise.” She opens some notes she left in the cloud. “His rivals have been boasting how much money they’ve been making during the pandemic.”
“Wait until Vinny finds out they’ve gone legit.” She laughs so hard I can’t be mad.
“That’ll teach him.”
Soon after breakfast, Sam goes out for a few groceries so I call Jason’s mom, Dr. Jones.
