His mouth descends, his tongue flicking over my clit in a rhythm that has my eyes wanting to roll back in my head. I arch back, my hands locked in his hair, my body rigid as every sense hones in on his attention. There’s the pressure of his fingers as he holds me in place, the air-conditioned breeze that sweeps over my sensitised skin, and the heat of the sunlight that streaks across me.
I know how wanton I must look, I know how desperate, but never have I felt more alive, more in control of my own pleasure, of taking what my body needs. Argh!
I explode from within, my entire body pulsing with such acute pleasure that my cry erupts from deep inside, animalistic and foreign to my own ears. I’m shaking and bucking. Ripple after ripple runs through me as his mouth stays fixed upon me, his tongue softening over the sensitised nub. I claw at his hair and clutch him to me as my head falls forward, my eyes latching on to his as the aftershocks work their way through me, and so much passes in that one look. Gratitude rises up. Gratitude and so much more.
‘Thank you,’ I whisper.
He presses a kiss to my curls, to the inside of my thigh, and looks up at me, his grin carnal, his mouth all wet with my need. ‘You wish to thank me, cara?’
‘Hell, yeah.’
He gives a throaty chuckle, a sound I’m quickly getting hooked on, and rises slowly up my body, taking his time over my skin, nuzzling every curve, kissing every sensitised spot he has uncovered.
‘I don’t need thanking...’
He reaches my lips and teases them apart, his tongue grazing softly against mine.
‘I believe I enjoyed it just as—’
A rap on the door cuts him off and we look to it, wide-eyed. Panic rises up inside me, my entire body flushing with heat that has nothing to do with my orgasm and everything to do with being caught.
Another rap. ‘Rafael, you in there?’
Our eyes lock together.
‘Tyler,’ we say in unison.
‘I’ll deal with it.’ He presses a kiss to my gaping mouth and heads to the door while I wriggle back into my thong and scramble to collect up my clothing.
He pauses with a hand on the door handle to give me time to race across the room to the bathroom that I can see through a stone archway. I hear the door open as I disappear around the corner and pin myself to the wall. Hastily, I pull on my bra, shoving my breasts inside. It’s not as though Tyler can see me, but the idea of standing just a few strides away unclothed...
As for Rafael, he’s currently sporting an erection in his beige chinos that no one could miss. Tyler included. Oh, God.
‘Tyler, what’s up?’
I’m impressed at how normal Rafael sounds. As if he hasn’t just been tongue-deep in my pussy. And even the thought alone reignites my clit. I bite into my lip and step into my dress.
‘Hey. It’s your cousin, Dante.’ I hear Tyler walk into the room and press myself back against the cool Venetian plaster, eyes on the ceiling as I focus on the pattern in the plaster work and silently plead for him to be quick. ‘He’s been trying to get hold of you.’
‘He has?’
‘Yeah. Hey, you all right? You look a little...flushed.’
Flushed. I squeeze my eyes shut. Okay, so Rafael sounds fine, but he clearly doesn’t look it. I just hope Tyler doesn’t look below waist height!
‘I’m fine. Not long been back from my run and I went at it hard.’
My eyes open and I press my lips together. He went at it seriously hard. My mind wanders to what else is still hard, and the pining throb in my clit deepens.
‘I should have joined you.’ He blows out a breath and I trap the laugh that’s desperate to erupt. It emerges as a squeak and I clamp a hand over my mouth. ‘What...? Did you hear that?’
Silence. I hold my breath.
‘No. Didn’t hear a thing. Anyway, you were saying Dante’s been trying to reach me?’
Tyler lets out a heavy sigh. ‘Yeah, he has. Seriously, man, I swear we should’ve just eloped.’
‘Like my sister would have let you.’