ath as he tongued his way to her navel and raised her arms above her head to stretch and lengthen the path. His tender kisses tickled her inner thighs, and his warm breath promised so much more.
He slid her thong down her legs, dropped it to the floor and kissed her instep and ankles. He trailed tender kisses to the tops of her thighs, spread her open with his fingertips and didn’t make her wait for the delicious thrill. He smoothed his tongue over her, circled her clit with the tip and lapped gently.
“You’re so good at that,” she murmured.
He slid a finger into her and then two. “This makes it better, doesn’t it?”
She gave an appreciative squirm. “Hmm, it does.”
He made her feel warm all over, and heat pooled low in her belly. He licked her, paused to blow across her damp slit, and then sucked until she reached for him. “Come here. I want you this way.”
He pressed the heel of his hand against her mound. “Don’t you want me to finish?”
“Inside me this time.”
There were condoms in the nightstand, and he quickly donned one. “I can’t even think when I’m tasting you.”
She bucked as he slid into her, surprising him, catching him, drawing him in deep. She flexed her muscles to pump him, and he withdrew to plunge into her again, and again. Already close, she clutched his shoulders and felt every inch of him sliding in, filling her, stretching her to fit, and arched her back in a demanding surrender. Her breath caught in her throat, and the joy he always gave rushed through her in trembling waves. He chased his own climax with a final surge, and she clung to him, never wanting to let him go. When he could stir, he moved beside her, pressed her head against his chest and wished her beautiful dreams.
In a playful mood before dawn, she spread teasing kisses up his spine to wake him. “Do you like this? You have such a handsome back, and backs are so often neglected.” She ruffled his hair and kissed his shoulders.
“You’re right. You’re the only one who’s ever kissed my shoulder blades. Keep going.”
She moved down to place wet, sloppy kisses in the dimples on his butt before refocusing her attentions on his spine. “What about your ribs? Does this feel good?” She whisked the ends of her hair across his skin to accent her kisses.
“Everything you do feels better than good,” he murmured softly.
Moving astride his hips, she rubbed his shoulders. “Sorry, I can’t resist you.”
Completely relaxed, he cradled his cheek on crossed arms. “I like that in a woman.”
She leaned down to kiss his cheek. “I’m spoiling you.”
He rolled over to catch her in his arms. “Yes, you are, and now it’s my turn.”
“Just for variety, why don’t you start on my front and work around to my back.”
He gave her a long, slow kiss and touched her breast. “If I start here, I’ll never get to your back.”
“What a shame. Another time, then.” She wound her arms around his neck and welcomed every bit of loving he could give.
Fatima was vacuuming the living room when Ana came home. She went into the kitchen for a piece of fruit and found Romeo sitting on the kitchen counter. She flicked water on him from the sink, and he jumped down as though he’d been scalded. “I have a lunch date, so you needn’t make me anything.”
Fatima shut off the sweeper. “I beg your pardon?”
“I’m having lunch today with Paul and the shoe man. He called me early this morning, so it’s not on the calendar. I’ll add it.” She did and bit into an apple. When she entered the living room, Fatima eyed her with an expression she knew all too well.
“I’m not getting out of bed with one man to get into bed with another,” she exclaimed.
“I didn’t say a word.”
“You had that look, though,” Ana insisted. “I’ve never had multiple lovers. You know that.”
The housekeeper gave an innocent shrug. “I’m just taking care of the house today, that’s all I’m doing. You’re free to live your life as you choose.”
Apprehensive, Ana took a step toward her. “Is there some reason you don’t approve of Alejandro?”
Fatima kicked the vacuum cord out of her way. “He’s good-looking and rich. What more could you want?”