He licked his lips, and his gaze slid to her pussy. “I’ll give you just what you need, baby.”
Panting, she clenched the arm of the sofa with white-knuckling intensity. Leaning down, he buried his head between her legs. The sensation sent a surge of electricity through her, the currents building up with each lap of his tongue. Teasing her, he continued to finger her while the tip of his tongue flicked her exquisitely aching clit. Moans escaped her lips, and she threw her head back. The little currents swirled into one big tremor, the climax stealing the air from her lungs. Wow.
She was still catching her breath when he swept her off the sofa, and scooped her into his arms. He carried her to the bedroom. A rush of adrenaline arose inside her, and she smiled as he kissed her cheeks.
“You make me so wet. My vagina should come with a flash flood warning when you’re around,” she said, barely registering the suite’s gorgeous ongoing color scheme of chocolate, gold, and reds. She didn’t need to touch the walls to notice there was something silky about them.
He stopped in his tracks.
She drew in a breath. Oh, I sure suck at this.
His smile of amusement turned into a hearty chuckle. “Are you trying to talk dirty? You crack me up.”
He laid her on the mattress, and she pulled him on top of her. “That wasn’t my intention. Maybe I should keep my mouth shut.”
Tracing her upper lip with his index finger, he smiled. A wicked grin matched the heat smoldering in his dilating pupils. “I can think of a better use for your mouth.”
“So can I.” She planted her hands on his chest and rolled him so she was on top of him. Why not give him a taste of his own medicine? A flickering light in the depths of her mind reminded her it had been way too long since she’d done this—not because she didn’t enjoy it, but because it had become more of a constant imposition in her marriage.
Devon is here to help you. If you suck, no pun intended, he’ll let you know.Because he cares for you even if he doesn’t want to admit his feelings. And that thought made her hope for more. But she tucked that hope away. The feelings she nurtured for him didn’t matter. Not once they discovered the identity of the thief.
Instead, she focused on what did matter. The sex. Because the sex was fucking awesome.
She unbuttoned his shirt, her fingers skimming over his pectorals. When she started a path of kisses on his chest, her hands hovered over his six-pack. His pectorals contracted, as if he hung by a thread. Good. If she could give him half of the pleasure he gave her, she’d be a happy camper.
Scraping his skin with her nails, she went down on him, until she was face to face with his amazing hard-on.
She flicked her tongue on the head of his cock, and marveled at the growl filling the room. Encouraged, she grazed his tip with her teeth, while her hands cupped his balls. They were heavy, nice, ready. She ran her tongue along his length, and when some pre-cum pearled at the head, she tasted it. The tangy, salty flavor was beyond exciting.
“Fuck yeah. You’re killing me, babe,” he muttered.
When she took all of him in her mouth, he called her name. Maybe not all of him—but most of him. He filled her cavity, his long, thick shaft throbbing while she sucked him down deep. God, he could come right now and she’d swallow it all. The thought was so outrageously hot, her pussy grew super slick.
His groan was the encouragement she needed to intensify her mouth’s movement up and down the length of his cock. The side veins expanded even more in her mouth, and the moment he shoved his hand in her hair, she felt his liquid pulsing into her mouth. A primitive force to have all of him, in such an intimate way, drove her to swallow him until she licked the last drop.
***
“Wow. All this happened yesterday?” Kika asked.
She smiled at her best friend, glad they were able to meet for lunch at a trendy bistro in Manhattan. Kika’s husband’s Ryan had taken Devon out so the two women could have some much-needed girl time.
Who knew that after meeting each other years ago at the gym, during Kika’s first time living in New York, their friendship would stand the test of time and distance? The irony was that now, trendy jeweler Kika was the one living in New York with her husband, and Elena wasn’t part of the scene anymore. “Yes. I haven’t been home yet.” Or answered the text messages and voicemails her family members left her on a regular basis. She glanced at her cell phone on the table. The buzzing sound vibrated against the linen. Shaking her head, she tossed it inside her tote. “I will though. The engagement party is tonight and I don’t wanna make it about me.”
Kika leaned back on her chair and played with the long golden beaded necklace she wore. Probably her creation, and worth a small fortune. “I know, honey. Bad timing. I’m proud of you for not backing down and standing your ground.”
A wave of pride swept through Elena, and she didn’t dare will it away. She cut into her salmon. “Thanks. How is your sister?”
“Luna’s doing great in Florida. The catering company has grown and she’s a partner now.”
Elena took a bite of her Niçoise salad. “Wonderful.”
Kika gave her a half-smile. Even though they didn’t see much of each other, what with Elena living in Denver and Kika in New York, every few months or so when they met it only took her a couple seconds to read her friend like no one else.
“What’s wrong?”
Kika ran her fingers through her long chestnut hair. “We’ve been trying to get pregnant but no luck yet.”
“It’s still too soon,” she said, and reached for her friend’s hand. Six months ago, Kika had miscarried and ever since, besides the doctors saying everything was fine, she hadn’t been able to conceive. “Just don’t stress over it.”
