Tri Mates
Page 17
“You’ve got some moves on you, I must say.”
“You’re troublesome, aren’t you?” He scraped the edge of his teeth over her nipple and she sighed, arching into him.
“Am I supposed to…oh yes right there…pretend that you haven’t been a rake, a rogue, a bounder?”
She felt his lips curve up into a smile, his mouth still on her nipple. “In any case…oh god yes…I think I quite appreciate all those years of preparation to please me.”
“Are you always this full of shit?” he asked, kissing across her chest to her other breast.
“I am,” she assured him. “It’s a comfort to you, I’m sure, to give up the fast lane and the fast women with their designer clothes, big br**sts and long legs.” She reached down with a hand slick with the oil he’d put in the water and slid her palm up and down his c**k idly as she spoke.
“My darling, there are no other women.” And he meant it.
She laughed, throaty and sexy, and he pulled her into his lap, astride him. “There’d better not be.
Because the freckles may fool you, but I’d kill you if you strayed.” Her lips curved up on the left and created a devastating dimple.
“Oh, you dirty talker, you.” He gasped as she reached back and positioned him. Instead of thrusting up into her he picked her up, sitting her on the side of the tub, standing and stepping out.
“No, not yet. I want to see you stretched out on our bed, looking down at me as I taste you.”
Smiling to himself at the way her eyes had widened and then gone half-lidded at his statement, he dried himself quickly and turned back to help her dry off. “I’ve put us in the guest room for the night while our bedroom airs out. Is that all right?”
She grabbed the champagne and the glasses and nodded. “More than all right. Thank you, Nick.”
He pushed open the door to a smaller but still very nicely decorated bedroom. She moved past him, putting the stuff down on the bedside table, tossing her towel over a chair. His soon joined it.
“I’m sorry about that, you know,” he said, pushing her back on the mattress.
She put a finger over his lips. “Don’t. It’s all right. You didn’t know. I think there are better things to think about than that, don’t you?”
He nodded and sucked her finger into his mouth, tongue swirling around it until she gasped. He slowly pulled back and leaned in, lips close to hers. “Earlier I showed absolutely no finesse and I’m appalled at that. To think that our first time together was so fast. I think I need to show you what you can look forward to every day for the rest of your life.”
She rose up and licked over his lips. “Go on with your bad self. But it wasn’tfast. It was hot. And fevered. And oh my god I can ’ t help myself I have to f**k you so back against the wall now. And that, my darling, isn’t fast, that’s divine.”
“Put that way, I may be able to live with it. But let’s see what I can do about easing your condition.” His hand slid down and agile fingers found her pu**y. “Oh, darling, you seem to be very wet.”
She knew there was a saucy remark in her somewhere, but damned if she could move her lips to say it.
Instead her head fell back to the pillows and she widened her thighs in invitation.
Rising over her, he placed a trail of kisses over her collarbone. He took his time, leisurely moving, breathing her in, committing each inch of her skin to memory. Her pulse beat frantically beneath his lips when he kissed the hollow of her throat.
He continued on, kissing down her chest and over each perky pink nipple. He vowed to get her some
pretty rings with diamonds hanging from them, maybe even pink diamonds to match those damned delicious little ni**les.
A gasp broke from her as she arched into him when he took the ring between his teeth, sending shivers down his spine. Her ni**les hardened and stabbed into his mouth and palm. He kissed and nibbled and licked until all she could do was writhe and make whispered entreaties.
Leaving her ni**les behind, he kissed down the curve and over each rib, stopping to flick his tongue around her navel, and he settled himself between her thighs.
Spreading her smooth, bare pu**y open, he looked his fill. So pretty, glistening pink. Her clit was hard and swollen and he moved closer to give it a lick. Her taste shocked him. He had to close his eyes for a moment as it careened through his body. She was perfect, tangy and salty and fresh—his. It was like she was written into his system, like a basic operating language, and everything in his life just clicked into place.
He watched as he traced the furls of her pu**y with a fingertip and slid inside. Another finger and a third squeezed in and she was rolling her hips and gasping his name.
His mouth covered her, devoured her and his ears were greedy for her gasps, for the sound of her nails clutching at the sheets. Her juicy flesh swelled for him and he hooked his fingers and stroked that sweet spot over and over again until she reared up, back bowed, thighs clamped over his ears and screamed her climax.
On and on she rode it, body electric with pleasure until at last it left her boneless and she fell back against the bed and her thighs dropped, freeing him.
Her face was satisfied and serene when he looked up at her.
“That was quite nice,” she said, a smirk on her lips.
“Yeah? Well, I’ve got a few more tricks in my bag. You still with me?”
“Oh yes, dazzle me.”
He moved up her body until he was nose to nose with her. “There you are,” he murmured and she reached up to kiss him.
“You’re troublesome, aren’t you?” He scraped the edge of his teeth over her nipple and she sighed, arching into him.
“Am I supposed to…oh yes right there…pretend that you haven’t been a rake, a rogue, a bounder?”
She felt his lips curve up into a smile, his mouth still on her nipple. “In any case…oh god yes…I think I quite appreciate all those years of preparation to please me.”
“Are you always this full of shit?” he asked, kissing across her chest to her other breast.
“I am,” she assured him. “It’s a comfort to you, I’m sure, to give up the fast lane and the fast women with their designer clothes, big br**sts and long legs.” She reached down with a hand slick with the oil he’d put in the water and slid her palm up and down his c**k idly as she spoke.
“My darling, there are no other women.” And he meant it.
She laughed, throaty and sexy, and he pulled her into his lap, astride him. “There’d better not be.
Because the freckles may fool you, but I’d kill you if you strayed.” Her lips curved up on the left and created a devastating dimple.
“Oh, you dirty talker, you.” He gasped as she reached back and positioned him. Instead of thrusting up into her he picked her up, sitting her on the side of the tub, standing and stepping out.
“No, not yet. I want to see you stretched out on our bed, looking down at me as I taste you.”
Smiling to himself at the way her eyes had widened and then gone half-lidded at his statement, he dried himself quickly and turned back to help her dry off. “I’ve put us in the guest room for the night while our bedroom airs out. Is that all right?”
She grabbed the champagne and the glasses and nodded. “More than all right. Thank you, Nick.”
He pushed open the door to a smaller but still very nicely decorated bedroom. She moved past him, putting the stuff down on the bedside table, tossing her towel over a chair. His soon joined it.
“I’m sorry about that, you know,” he said, pushing her back on the mattress.
She put a finger over his lips. “Don’t. It’s all right. You didn’t know. I think there are better things to think about than that, don’t you?”
He nodded and sucked her finger into his mouth, tongue swirling around it until she gasped. He slowly pulled back and leaned in, lips close to hers. “Earlier I showed absolutely no finesse and I’m appalled at that. To think that our first time together was so fast. I think I need to show you what you can look forward to every day for the rest of your life.”
She rose up and licked over his lips. “Go on with your bad self. But it wasn’tfast. It was hot. And fevered. And oh my god I can ’ t help myself I have to f**k you so back against the wall now. And that, my darling, isn’t fast, that’s divine.”
“Put that way, I may be able to live with it. But let’s see what I can do about easing your condition.” His hand slid down and agile fingers found her pu**y. “Oh, darling, you seem to be very wet.”
She knew there was a saucy remark in her somewhere, but damned if she could move her lips to say it.
Instead her head fell back to the pillows and she widened her thighs in invitation.
Rising over her, he placed a trail of kisses over her collarbone. He took his time, leisurely moving, breathing her in, committing each inch of her skin to memory. Her pulse beat frantically beneath his lips when he kissed the hollow of her throat.
He continued on, kissing down her chest and over each perky pink nipple. He vowed to get her some
pretty rings with diamonds hanging from them, maybe even pink diamonds to match those damned delicious little ni**les.
A gasp broke from her as she arched into him when he took the ring between his teeth, sending shivers down his spine. Her ni**les hardened and stabbed into his mouth and palm. He kissed and nibbled and licked until all she could do was writhe and make whispered entreaties.
Leaving her ni**les behind, he kissed down the curve and over each rib, stopping to flick his tongue around her navel, and he settled himself between her thighs.
Spreading her smooth, bare pu**y open, he looked his fill. So pretty, glistening pink. Her clit was hard and swollen and he moved closer to give it a lick. Her taste shocked him. He had to close his eyes for a moment as it careened through his body. She was perfect, tangy and salty and fresh—his. It was like she was written into his system, like a basic operating language, and everything in his life just clicked into place.
He watched as he traced the furls of her pu**y with a fingertip and slid inside. Another finger and a third squeezed in and she was rolling her hips and gasping his name.
His mouth covered her, devoured her and his ears were greedy for her gasps, for the sound of her nails clutching at the sheets. Her juicy flesh swelled for him and he hooked his fingers and stroked that sweet spot over and over again until she reared up, back bowed, thighs clamped over his ears and screamed her climax.
On and on she rode it, body electric with pleasure until at last it left her boneless and she fell back against the bed and her thighs dropped, freeing him.
Her face was satisfied and serene when he looked up at her.
“That was quite nice,” she said, a smirk on her lips.
“Yeah? Well, I’ve got a few more tricks in my bag. You still with me?”
“Oh yes, dazzle me.”
He moved up her body until he was nose to nose with her. “There you are,” he murmured and she reached up to kiss him.
