Part 27 (2/2)

”You need to tell me now,” Deo murmured, parting Nita's robe a few inches and kissing the center of her chest, ”if you don't want to make love.” She groaned as Nita's fi ngertips glided over her nipple.

”And you might need to get off my lap, too.”

”I understand. I'm sorry.” Nita gripped the wide arms of the chair * 197 *

RADCLY fFE and pushed herself off Deo's lap. Watching Deo's expression falter, she quickly knelt between Deo's legs and pushed the robe open with both hands. Leaning to kiss the inside of Deo's thigh, she murmured, ”Maybe I'll be safer down here.”

”I don't think so.” Deo caressed Nita's face, her fi ngers shaking.

”I'm really in trouble.”

”No you're not.” Gently, Nita spread her fi ngers along the taut muscles that framed the vee of Deo's s.e.x and kissed her. She tasted sweet and rich and Nita licked delicately along the furled folds to the prominent ridge in their center. When she found a spot that made Deo twitch and moan, she played with it, pressing with the very tip of her tongue. Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth and around.

”Please,” Deo whispered, her legs twisting as her muscles clenched tighter and tighter. ”Please stop. I can't take you doing that any more.

I'll come right in your mouth.”

Nita gripped Deo's thighs fi rmly to stop her from pulling away.

Deo was hard, throbbing, hot, and Nita needed more. She sucked, sliding Deo's c.l.i.toris in and out between her lips, and Deo groaned, a broken, hopeless, unbelievably beautiful sound. Reaching up, Nita caressed her tense belly and said with her mouth against Deo's c.l.i.t, ”I can't believe how hard you are. Stop fi ghting it. I want you to come.”

When Nita slipped her fi ngers just inside and went back to sucking her, Deo jerked forward, clutching Nita's shoulders. ”I'm going to come. Don't stop. Jesus. Jesus, lick right there, oh...just don't stop.”

Nita wrapped both arms around Deo's waist as Deo rode her mouth. She wished she could still her own heartbeat so nothing interfered with her absorbing every sound and movement of Deo's body as she climaxed. Finally, Deo groaned and collapsed back into the chair. Nita couldn't let her go, but covered her s.e.x with light kisses until Deo pushed feebly at her face.

”Give me a minute,” Deo murmured. ”Too sensitive right now.”

”You are so amazing.” Nita gazed up the length of Deo's body. Deo was golden in the fi relight, her skin s.h.i.+ning with sweat and pleasure.

Nita was aware of time pa.s.sing, of the night hurtling toward dawn, and she needed more. Carefully, she eased inside her, moaning when Deo closed down around her fi ngers. ”That's it. Beautiful.”

”Nita, G.o.d, what are you doing? I don't...oh G.o.d...I can't...”

”Shh,” Nita soothed, pulling out and pus.h.i.+ng back in a little at a * 198 *

Winds of Fortune time, carefully avoiding Deo's swollen c.l.i.toris. ”Just relax. Just hold me inside. You don't have to do anything.”

Deo stared down at Nita helplessly. ”Feels so good.”

”I can tell.” Nita smiled, watching Deo's face as she slowly f.u.c.ked her. ”I want to make you come all night.”

”Can't,” Deo muttered. ”Want to, but...”

”Stroke your c.l.i.t. Show me what you like.” Nita kept her tempo slow, her strokes gentle.

”Let me make you come,” Deo protested, grasping Nita's wrist.

”Not yet. I'll come fast, and I don't want to. I want this. Please. I want you.”

Deo relaxed and pressed two fi ngers against the base of her c.l.i.t.

”It will take me a while.”

”That's all right. I've got all night.” Nita winced inwardly at the irony. All night. All night, and she needed every minute and so many more. Her c.l.i.toris pounded, and she was wet, so wet. But it wasn't her o.r.g.a.s.m she wanted as she watched Deo circle and stroke and pinch her thickened c.l.i.toris. Deo's pleasure was sweeter than anything she'd ever experienced. ”Does it feel good?”

”Yes,” Deo hissed through gritted teeth. ”Getting so hard again.”

”Are you going to come?”

”I...don't...know.”

Nita matched her strokes to the speed of Deo's hand, picking up as Deo circled faster. Minutes pa.s.sed and Deo moaned, her motions frantic. Sensing Deo's need, Nita ma.s.saged Deo's other opening with her free hand and slid a fi nger through the fi rm muscle.

”Oh G.o.d,” Deo cried, her body bowing. ”Oh G.o.d you're going to make me come.”

”Yes,” Nita whispered, thrusting with both hands as Deo fi nished herself with a low, tortured moan. ”Yes, yes, yes.”

Deo's head fell back against the chair, her arms dropping limply to her sides, her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and stomach heaving as she fought to breathe.

Nita gently withdrew and pillowed her cheek against Deo's stomach.

”When you come, I feel like something inside me is going to burst.

You're so beautiful I can't stand it.”

”I want us to go to bed,” Deo groaned. ”I want to touch you. Please Nita. Please let me touch you.”

”I need you to.” Nita kissed Deo's stomach. ”I want you to.”

* 199 *

RADCLY fFE Deo reached for the wine beside them and handed a gla.s.s to Nita.

She drank deeply from her own and rose, hoping her legs would carry her upstairs. She gripped Nita's hand and drew her along beside her to the stairs. ”I've never come like that before.”

”No?” Nita circled Deo's waist as they climbed the stairs. ”I've never made love to anyone that way before. I'm so hungry for you.”

”You sound sorry,” Deo whispered, pus.h.i.+ng open her bedroom door. Just inside, she turned on a small table lamp that left most of the room in shadow.

Nita shook her head fi rmly. ”No. Not sorry at all.”

Deo emptied her wine gla.s.s and put it on the bedside table. She held out her hand for Nita's and placed it beside her own. Then she untied her robe and let it fall. She watched Nita's gaze travel over her body and her nipples hardened at the heat in Nita's eyes. ”Will you take off your robe?”

”Yes.” Nita untied the sash and shrugged it from her shoulders, willing her body to quiet.

”Oh,” Deo murmured, resting her hands on Nita's shoulders. ”So much more beautiful than I dreamed.” She traced her thumbs along Nita's collarbones and then smoothed her palms over Nita's chest until she cupped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Nita's nipples were hard, dark shadows against her smooth light brown skin. Lifting Nita's b.r.e.a.s.t.s in her palms as she had imagined so many times, she licked fi rst one nipple, then the other.

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