I didn’t answer.
He leaned in, kissed the inside of my thigh, and then looked up.
“Tonight,” he whispered, “you don’t have to think. Or perform. Or hold back. Just be. Be selfish. Be free. Let go.”
He kept talking. “Let a man you just met… make you feel good. No pressure. No expectations. Just feeling.”
I swallowed hard.
“Close your eyes,” he said.
And I did.
“Now tell me,” his voice was a little raspier, warmer, as he ran his hands up and down my thighs. “Tell me everything you’ve ever wanted to experience with a man. No matter how soft, dirty, or wild it is. I’m listening.”
I opened my eyes slowly.
“Stop talkin’… and show me you can eat better than my rose.”
He let out a deep, sexy laugh and said, “Say less.”
And then I felt the swipe of his tongue. The kind of swipe that said he didn’t just know what he was doing, but he loved doing it.
I gasped, my hand automatically grabbing the back of his head, my fingers tangling in his hair.
Warmth.Pressure.Moans.
Everything that damn rose couldn’t give me. That rubber rose had tried her best for the last year, but she ain’t have nothing on the heat and texture of a living, breathing tongue that knew exactly where to go and how to stay there.
It wasn’t just the sensation, it was the intimacy. The way he looked up at me with his mouth still on me like he was trying to read my mind through my body. Like he wanted to hear me moan his name and then wear it as a badge of honor.
Every flick. Every suck. Every swirl made my body remember what it had been missing.
6
Lyrix
I woke up naked and wrapped in every damn sheet like I was the last roll of tissue on Earth.
My eyes were still blurry. My mouth was dry. My thighs were… talking to me.
And I had the kind of headache that whispered, “Girl, you knew better than to take all them shots and bounce that much ass in one night.”
I groaned and sat up slowly, squinting at the sunlight slipping through the hotel curtains. That’s when I saw a whole expanse of chocolate skin, glistening in the soft morning glow.
Maison was sitting at the edge of the bed, shirtless, sipping coffee, and smiling like he’d just seen the secrets of the universe… on my damn vision board.
“Damn,” I croaked, rubbing my temples. “Are y’all bodies just used to doing this every day or something? I feel like I got ran over by a Bourbon Street bus.”
He laughed, his voice rich like his coffee. “I guess when you’re raised around it, it becomes natural. I can party all night and be back up early the next morning, ready to do it all over again.”
Must be nice.
He stood, walked over to a little rolling cart, and pulled off the silver tops, revealing trays of food that smelled like heaven.
“I ordered you some breakfast,” he said, still grinning. “Figured you’d need it. I wanted to take you somewhere today.”
I blinked. “Where?”
