up between her thighs.
“I think we should name it,” she said and traced the slit with one forefinger.
“Mmmm, I have no objection. What’s wondrous weapon in Mandarin?” His voice vibrated against her flesh, adding another dimension to the combustible sensations sliding up her spine.
“Has anyone else named it before?” The notion stun-gunned her lungs, and she stopped breathing.
“Don’t go stiff on me, darlin’. No worries, you’re the first. Time to get rid of this.”
He tugged the comforter, and it fell to the padded balcony floor. “So much for alcohol as a sexual depressant.”
Terry’s hands surged and urged, and Su-Lin complied, falling onto her back, and the rising sun flared on skin overheated by rising passions. No limb, no muscle, no organ left untouched, unworshipped, by kneading hands, laving tongue, grazing teeth, suckling mouth.
Synapses snapped, electricity popped, and Su-Lin’s athletic body curled and stretched and morphed to his lead, to where contact fired intuitive, age-old responses. Legs curled around his waist, and her flexibility allowed her to keep his cock grinding against her pearl of heaven, and when he shifted, leaving that spot, she bit his chest, and said, “Stay.”
“My little Asian aphrodisiac, this time is mine, all mine. Darlin’, everything about you arouses me. Your button nipples.” He grunted, slipped sideways, and feathered his tongue around said button, met her gaze, and nipped the tip.
She gasped, tangled one hand in his long hair, and guided him to the other bereft, burning point. “More.”
“As milady wishes.” His muffled voice resonated across the whole breast.
He complied, and she held him there and moaned, “Don’t stop.”
Terry turned onto his side, used one knee to nudge her thighs wide apart, and let his leg rest in the space between, holding her in place. His right arm crept around her left side, and he bent his head to her breast and suckled, drawing the flesh tight into his mouth, tongue rough and hungry.
Shooting stars exploded, and she went on sensation overload, when he shared the wealth, his other hand responding to the unspoken pleas of a twin throbbing nipple. Magic fingers, ridged with delicious hardness, rolled, tugged, and pinched, tindering an inferno.
Her hands, feet, fingers fought to return the rockets exploding behind her eyelids. Body twisting and squirming, toes rubbing his calves, fingernails grazing his belly, tracing a figure eight from hip to hip. Lungs blistered to take a breath, all training forgotten, as primitive female subjugated any civilized response.
Terry’s foot became a ruler holding her thighs at his mercy, and she protested when sensation left her breast, then rained kisses over his chest, neck, and anyplace her lips found purchase, when his hot, hot hand cupped her mound of Venus. Miraculous fingers separated the folds to paradise; one large, super talented thumb flicked and tortured the button to heaven.
Slick, desperate, igniting, she begged and ordered, “Now, please, now.”
And the Norse god had mercy and heard her prayers, and those large, probing fingers twisted, ground, and gave one final tweak. Earth, sun, sea, and sky converged, and he swallowed her scream with his mouth, drinking her essence, while his hand continued to minister and milk every last spasm.
Chapter Six
“Are we going to discuss it?”
Terrence studied the swirling amber liquid in his glass. He knew the topic to which Thomas referred, but wanted to prolong the casual camaraderie that had developed between them. For the last couple of hours, ten years of bitter separation had vanished, and it was as if he and Thomas had never been parted, never suffered a life-altering rift. Formerly drawn lines in the sand eroded, much like the receding beach fronting the Promenade du Anglais’s boardwalk, which paralleled the smooth curves of Nice’s Baie du Anglais.
“Where do we start? Ball’s in your court.”
His
“I think we should name it,” she said and traced the slit with one forefinger.
“Mmmm, I have no objection. What’s wondrous weapon in Mandarin?” His voice vibrated against her flesh, adding another dimension to the combustible sensations sliding up her spine.
“Has anyone else named it before?” The notion stun-gunned her lungs, and she stopped breathing.
“Don’t go stiff on me, darlin’. No worries, you’re the first. Time to get rid of this.”
He tugged the comforter, and it fell to the padded balcony floor. “So much for alcohol as a sexual depressant.”
Terry’s hands surged and urged, and Su-Lin complied, falling onto her back, and the rising sun flared on skin overheated by rising passions. No limb, no muscle, no organ left untouched, unworshipped, by kneading hands, laving tongue, grazing teeth, suckling mouth.
Synapses snapped, electricity popped, and Su-Lin’s athletic body curled and stretched and morphed to his lead, to where contact fired intuitive, age-old responses. Legs curled around his waist, and her flexibility allowed her to keep his cock grinding against her pearl of heaven, and when he shifted, leaving that spot, she bit his chest, and said, “Stay.”
“My little Asian aphrodisiac, this time is mine, all mine. Darlin’, everything about you arouses me. Your button nipples.” He grunted, slipped sideways, and feathered his tongue around said button, met her gaze, and nipped the tip.
She gasped, tangled one hand in his long hair, and guided him to the other bereft, burning point. “More.”
“As milady wishes.” His muffled voice resonated across the whole breast.
He complied, and she held him there and moaned, “Don’t stop.”
Terry turned onto his side, used one knee to nudge her thighs wide apart, and let his leg rest in the space between, holding her in place. His right arm crept around her left side, and he bent his head to her breast and suckled, drawing the flesh tight into his mouth, tongue rough and hungry.
Shooting stars exploded, and she went on sensation overload, when he shared the wealth, his other hand responding to the unspoken pleas of a twin throbbing nipple. Magic fingers, ridged with delicious hardness, rolled, tugged, and pinched, tindering an inferno.
Her hands, feet, fingers fought to return the rockets exploding behind her eyelids. Body twisting and squirming, toes rubbing his calves, fingernails grazing his belly, tracing a figure eight from hip to hip. Lungs blistered to take a breath, all training forgotten, as primitive female subjugated any civilized response.
Terry’s foot became a ruler holding her thighs at his mercy, and she protested when sensation left her breast, then rained kisses over his chest, neck, and anyplace her lips found purchase, when his hot, hot hand cupped her mound of Venus. Miraculous fingers separated the folds to paradise; one large, super talented thumb flicked and tortured the button to heaven.
Slick, desperate, igniting, she begged and ordered, “Now, please, now.”
And the Norse god had mercy and heard her prayers, and those large, probing fingers twisted, ground, and gave one final tweak. Earth, sun, sea, and sky converged, and he swallowed her scream with his mouth, drinking her essence, while his hand continued to minister and milk every last spasm.
Chapter Six
“Are we going to discuss it?”
Terrence studied the swirling amber liquid in his glass. He knew the topic to which Thomas referred, but wanted to prolong the casual camaraderie that had developed between them. For the last couple of hours, ten years of bitter separation had vanished, and it was as if he and Thomas had never been parted, never suffered a life-altering rift. Formerly drawn lines in the sand eroded, much like the receding beach fronting the Promenade du Anglais’s boardwalk, which paralleled the smooth curves of Nice’s Baie du Anglais.
“Where do we start? Ball’s in your court.”
His
Similar Books
