“May I bring my pottery for decoration?” I ask, smiling shyly.
“Bring whatever you want. Decorate however you want, just as long as you’re here when I get home.”
“I’ll start packing tomorrow,” I tell him. He responds with a long, slow, sweet kiss.
“Good, now that you’ve agreed to move in, I think we should celebrate,” he says. Suddenly, Wire is standing, pulling me up to my feet, then he bends down and flips me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. I shriek in surprise, which earns me a slap to my butt. “Quiet, babe. I’m trying to decide on how many times I want to hear you call out my name tonight.”
Oh goody! Sex with Wire only gets better each time we make love. He reaches the bedroom and tosses me onto the bed, quickly coming down and covering me with his body. He’s careful not to crush me, but enough that I can feel his manhood pressing into me.
“I want to suck your cock,” I blurt out. He’s pleasured me often with his mouth, and he loves watching me. I want to do that for him. I want to see his eyes glaze over with passion as I lick and suck his cock. I’ve never felt desire as intensely as I do when I’m with Wire.
His eyes grow dark, his jaw ticks, then suddenly, Wire rolls us so that I’m lying on top of him. “I’m yours, baby. What are you going to do with me?” he asks in a sexy growl.
I muster my courage and sit on my haunches, then slowly remove my top. He watches as I unsnap my lacy cream bra, slide the straps off my shoulders, and drop it to the floor. When he reaches for me, I move back.
“Not yet, honey,” I say, then proceed to unzip my jeans, pulling them down, then getting them off, leaving me in my panties. I run my fingers over his thighs, then graze my nails over them. My hand rubs his thickness, then I unbuckle his belt and slide down the zipper. Wire moves his hips to accommodate my taking off his jeans and removes his shirt. Then he’s splayed out completely naked for me to enjoy the view.
I love running my hands over his massive chest and abs. His skin is warm to the touch, smooth and toned. As my hands find their way over his body, so does my mouth. I kiss his chest, my lips following the path of my hands. Wire watches me as I cherish his body, as he’s done mine so many times. I wrap my hand around his cock and begin stroking him up and down. Slow and gentle at first, while my tongue laps at the tip.
“Baby, you’re killing me,” he groans.
I smile, then take the tip of his cock in my mouth and suck, as his moans get louder. He pulls back my hair and holds it at the base of my neck as he watches his cock disappear into my mouth. I bob up and down, taking more of him each time. I can feel him tensing beneath me.
“Remmi, baby,” he utters in a sexy low tone, “you have to stop, or I’m going to come in your mouth.” I can tell he’s trying to hold off his climax. I want him in my mouth. I want to see him lose control. I continue sucking and licking his thick manhood, my hand and mouth working at a faster pace before he tries to pull me off.
He settles back to let me have my way. It’s an extraordinary sight to watch his face contort with pleasure, his fingers tightening in my hair, then feeling his cum fill my mouth. His eyes are shut tight, the vein in his neck bulging, and then I watch him ride the wave of his orgasm. When he opens his eyes, his gaze is soft and warm.
Wire hauls me up and, without hesitation, kisses me intensely, making my insides turn to jelly. My body melts into his, and when our lips part, I ask, “Did I do that right?”
He burst out laughing, and I can feel the heat in my cheeks. He sees that I’m growing shy and cups my cheek with his palm. “Baby, that was the best blow job I ever had. And since you did it so good, I’m going to want that more often.” He rolls me onto my back. “But what I like even more is the taste of your pussy. I’m addicted to it.” He glides his hand down my side, between my legs, finding the scant barrier of my panties. His finger slides under the thin material and through my wet, slick pussy lips. A gasp escapes my lips. “I like that, baby. Every little sound you make when my hands are on you is like music to my ears,” he whispers.
When he talks to me that way, his voice gravelly and raw, I’m utterly at his mercy. I want nothing more than for him to do naughty things to me. His finger strums along my pussy, then finds its way inside me. It’s a short-lived gratification that only leads to wanting more. His fingers work their magic, his thumb circling my clit. It’s wonderful, but not enough to satisfy my craving. My hips jolt and match his thrusts to assuage my growing need to come. I mewl and writhe beneath him. I can hear my own strangled voice pleading for more. He fills me with another finger; it feels good, but it’s still not enough to quench my thirst.
When his mouth closes around my nipple, and he suckles, sparks of fire ignite. His mouth moves from one nipple to another. As he works on one, his hand squeezes and plays with the other, while his other hand fucks my pussy. It all feels so good as I gyrate my hips, my nails digging into his scalp to hold him to me.
Then suddenly, the dam bursts wide open, and I’m floating on a raft, moving through the rapid water and over the waterfall, as my orgasm consumes me. Delicious spasms rack me as I drift through my sex haze. Wire kisses my neck, moves my hair off my face, and I open my eyes.
He’s the most amazing man, and I love him so much. I ache for him. He moves us onto our sides, and, instinctively, our legs entwine; our bodies find their place in each other’s arms.
I tilt my head back and see Wire looking down at me. “This is where I belong. No matter where we live, or what happens in our lives, I know that I belong in your arms,” I tell him.
“Yeah, baby, you do,” he replies.
My eyes drift closed, and I relish the warmth of his body wrapped around mine as I fall into the best sleep I’ve ever had.
Chapter 16
We Need a Bigger Table
Wire
“Damn it, Wire. It’s been weeks. How can we not have a single lead on who is after Maria and Franco?” Falcon asks in frustration.
“I’m doing what I can.” I blow out a heavy breath, keeping my voice steady, even though I want to toss the computer across the room. I know how long it’s been since we extracted Maria and her kid from the motel, and I’m just as angry as Falcon is about not being able to make the connection to the culprits responsible for scaring this woman half to death.
Falcon looks at me, drops his head to look at his boots, inhales deeply, and says, “Sorry, Wire. I know you’re doing all you can. I shouldn’t be taking my frustrations out on you.”
“We’re all on edge. And you’re not wrong. It’s been weeks. I’ve tried several recognition programs, and none match the photo we took from the satellite feed. I had Vic show the picture to Maria, and she doesn’t know these men either. I’ll keep running the program to see if I get lucky, but I’ll try another route. I’ve run the plates off the car. It’s registered to a man called Atilio Capone. The thing is, Capone’s dead. But someone is using his name. I’ve pulled the credit card usage and telephone calls going back six months. There’s a stack to go through. I can do it by hand, but I’d rather run it through a program to look for patterns in how many times he calls the same numbers, where he spends his money, and how often he goes there. If we can find him, then we can grab him and pull him in.”
