“Do you know the first thing I do in the morning these days is head to my laptop to read your emails. You brighten my day. Give me that first smile in the morning. This is inevitable, sweetheart. You and I are going to embark on an amazingly hot affair. Tee said we have three hours before we leave. I don’t intend to waste a single minute, and I certainly don’t intend to sleep.” He found her nipple and rolled it between his fingers.
Alex brushed his lips across hers. “The color here,” he said, thumbs feathering her areolas, “reminds me of the rosy hues of a conch shell. Unbutton your shorts for me, Dee.”
Her limbs wouldn’t respond to her frantic mental commands to resist, retreat. Alex’s blistering blue eyes never left hers. Spellbound, Dee’s lips went dry. She wet them with her tongue, flicking from corner to corner, and remembered Tee’s words about matters backfiring. A sudden trepidation clogged her throat, and she swallowed, once, twice. “Alex, maybe this isn’t such a good idea. We have mutual friends. This could backfire on everyone.”
Bending his head, he licked the seam of her mouth and tugged her lower lip between his teeth, grazing, suckling. Desire hit like a hurricane, fast and furious, and she clenched her thighs together, afraid the moisture pooling there would leak.
He broke the caress and leaned so close their noses almost touched. Scorching azure eyes met hers. “Can you really stop now? Do you even want to?”
Hot, tequila-scented breath sent everything racing- heart - lungs, but it fogged all semblance of brain activity save images of them naked and entwined. Though all else sprinted, when she shook her head, it felt like the movement happened in slow motion.
“We can prolong our agony, or we can succumb to a morning of exquisite pleasure.” Alex splayed his fingers over her breasts, kneading, stroking. “Unbutton your shorts, Dee.”
“Alex, we should stop.” She managed to gasp. He tugged at both of her nipples. Sunspots raced across her skin, igniting her brain. Coherent thought ceased to exist.
“There’s no stopping now. Unbutton your shorts.”
Gaze crazy-glued to his, her hands moved in slow motion. She fumbled with the button. It wouldn’t come lose.
His large, hot hands covered hers.
“I’ll get it.” Within seconds, her shorts landed on the floor. “I think we’ll leave this on for now.” Alex ran a finger under the edge of her blue thong.
Somehow, seconds later, she lay on her back on the bed.
Alex sat next to her. “I’m not going to last long once I’m inside of you.” He played with her nipples, pinching lightly at the taut points. “Let’s attend to your needs first, shall we?”
Sinking onto the mattress, he flipped onto his side, elbow resting high on the pillow a tad above Dee’s shoulder. He lowered his head, and kissed her, a languid, intoxicating discovery, which fevered her mind. Two lazy forefingers traced the circumference of each breast, and aching nipples smoldered, stiffening.
She followed Alex’s lead, slipping her tongue into the sweet heat of his mouth. He tasted of salt and lime and tequila, and desire intoxicated her mind, her senses. Her arms moved of their own accord, fingers stroking his chest as his soft lips fused them into an intimate tango of slow, dueling tongues.
The tender invasion licked flames over Dee, emboldening her tentative touching. She discovered the supple flesh above his teeth, the velvety texture of the roof of his mouth. Her tongue’s tempo increased in cadence with her rising passion. She caressed his stubble-shorn cheek and wrapped her hand around his head, pressing him closer.
He changed the pace of their kiss, demanding the lead, slowing the pace, kindling her excitement into a roaring blaze. She fought him when he lifted his head, forcing her hand to fall back to the bed, and groaned her disappointment.
Tracing a languid, nibbling journey across the seam of her lips, he licked and suckled. She opened for him, but he seemed in no rush, content to explore every inch of her mouth. It maddened her, spiked desire to fever pitch. She speared her tongue inside, and for a few brief seconds, passions flared and he met her stroke for stroke. She rubbed along the length of him.
He captured the tip of her tongue and wet the seam of her mouth, forcing her retreat.
All the while, Alex’s fingers continued stroking an unhurried outline of her breasts, building a whirlwind inflammation. She wriggled closer, pushing off the bed, lifting one leg over his, mid-thigh.
Alex pressed his forearm over her mid-section, gently settling her back onto the mattress. He draped one bent leg over her hip, stilling her agitated squirms, never once stopping his slow, drugged kissing, or the blasted fingered circling of both breasts. Dee twisted one hand around his neck, tangling her fingers in Alex’s silky brown hair. She urged him closer.
His open, wet mouth strolled to her cheeks, to the line of her jaw. Her hand fell away, and she lost the feel of tense neck muscles, the soft strands of his hair tickling the back of her wrist. A bereft sigh escaped, replaced by a whimper as the delicious touch of his tongue to the pulse beating at her neck sent a conflagration racing over her skin. A thin sheen of sweat covered her entire body.
When he nuzzled a sweet spot right there between neck and collarbone, she moaned and bit her lower lip. His perpetual, sluggish tracing around the mounds of her breasts never halted, not for a second. Tongue and teeth dawdled on each centimeter of flesh in a measured journey from one shoulder to the other.
Time went into suspension, sounds, scent, tactile sensation magnified: Alex’s hot tequila-scented pants, his woody, spicy aftershave, the calluses on his fingertips and palms. When he nipped her earlobe, Dee arced upwards and grabbed at his t-shirt pulling him as hard as she could. She tried to tip to the side, needing his earlier hard caressing of her nipples.
He broke their kiss.
Her eyes flicked open.
A Cheshire-cat smile stole over his face. His fingers never missed a beat, continuing their lethargic circling.
“Want more?” his husky baritone drawled.
She nodded, her gaze hypnotized by his long, bronzed fingers.
“Look at me, sweetheart.” Alex licked the corner of her mouth, which was pursed in intent concentration.
When her startled eyes met his, he growled, “Say it, Dee. Tell me you want more.”
Her chest rose and fell faster under his fingered ministrations. Dee’s tongue wet her lower lip, and her heavy eyelids drooped and then rose in a languorous lifting.
“I want it all,” she whispered. A feline grin crept across her lips. “All, every single bit,” she said, her voice raspy with desire. She reached down and forced his hand to her breast, squeezed his thumb and forefinger around the turgid tip. Her eyes never left Alex’s.
Whatever he read in her gaze and caress changed his movements from languorous to pure vigor as desire darkened his azure eyes to navy.
“Yes,” he growled. “First you.”