Part 10 (1/2)
In the last couple of years, expensive personal grooming had come under tightening budget scrutiny, but I always found enough savings in generic groceries and toiletries to set aside sixty dollars a month for this essential gift to myself. The appeal went well beyond the intensity of a wet tongue on my smooth l.a.b.i.a. I liked the way it looked and how soft it felt under my own touch, so much that I often went to sleep with- Enough about me.
Mari's pants and ivory lace thong slid off her like quicksilver, revealing a lovely bare mons that glowed against her dark tan lines. Mercy!
I rolled the coverlet to the foot of the bed and nudged her back against the pillows. Then I shed my own pants and crawled onto her, moaning with bliss as our warm skin melded atop the cool sheets.
I wanted to tell her she felt magnificent, but we were now under a silent spell in which our bodies did all the talking. As my thigh pressed between her legs, she arched gently upward and threw her head back, allowing me to warm up my lips for the Big Event on her lovely neck. All the while her fingertips danced around the small of my back, occasionally dipping down to stroke the Y-shaped dimple at the base of my spine. I loved the tickling sensation and the boldness of her intimate touch, but I wasn't ready to turn my attention from her, not when every little thing I did caused that marvelous. .h.i.tch in her breathing.
With a slight s.h.i.+ft, I maneuvered back into position to kiss her, this time letting my fingers wander south to her breast. I struck a perfect rhythm to alternately tease both her tongue and nipple, and she soon began to squirm with want. That's when I lowered my head and took half her breast into my mouth.
She answered with a long hiss...no translation needed.
I pressed her b.r.e.a.s.t.s together and nestled my face between them, deciding this was where I wanted to sleep tonight much later when our bodies finally succ.u.mbed to fatigue. As I brushed my cheek against her pebbled nipple, I reached my hand between her legs and cupped her whole s.e.x. The moist warmth turned to wet heat as she opened herself and I slid my fingers through her as if stirring honey.
I had to taste her.
She was ready for that, her lips swollen and glistening. As I lowered my mouth, I raised my eyes to look at her, but she was already lost. Her sharp intake of breath as my mouth fell upon her was all the proof I needed she was still there with me. I could have lavished that soft cleft with teasing licks and nibbles all night, but Mari climbed out of control right away. When her hand pressed against the back of my head to hold me in place, I knew her climax was imminent and I wanted all of her I could get. Without changing the strokes of my firm tongue against her c.l.i.toris, I slid two fingers inside her.
She cried out as her inner walls clutched my hand with spasms. ”Oh, Daphne...”
It's always good to hear your own name called out in the heat of the moment.
I held my spot for nearly a minute while her waves receded. Then I went right back to work with my tongue, drawing a second, third and even a fourth climax until she tugged on my ear to say she'd had enough.
”I'm about to use your favorite word,” Mari said, running her hand through my hair as I laid my head on her chest. ”That was exquisite.”
”It certainly was.”
”My bones have gone to water. I couldn't move it I wanted to.”
”You don't have to. Stay right here and go to sleep if that's how you feel.” I didn't really mean that.
”Not a chance. I'm taking exactly three minutes to get the blood flow back out to my extremities, and then I'm going to show you all the mercy you showed me.”
She was free to show me anything. I've never been the kind of girl to follow the very first kiss with a roll in the sack, but I'd been dealing with my attraction to Mari for so long, it felt like we'd been dating for weeks. Though I hardly knew her, what I did know made me trust her.
I was ready to start all over when she b.u.mped me off her chest and onto my back.
”You have a gorgeous body,” she said, trailing a finger from my throat through the valley of my b.r.e.a.s.t.s to my navel and back.
My brain couldn't form any words to answer, so I smiled and closed my eyes to concentrate on her touch. I've always been relatively happy with my physical self. It's my emotional and behavioral selves that need work, and I had high hopes Mari's calming presence would rub off on me in a good way.
”My name is Mari. That's M...” She traced an M just below my navel. ”A...R...”-across my diaphragm-”and I.” The last letter she drew from one of my nipples to the other, bringing both to hardened peaks.
”Now your address with the nine-digit zip code.”
”Don't worry. I don't plan to leave any parts of you untouched.”
She methodically delivered on her promise one inch at a time, starting with the tips of my fingers and working her way to my shoulders, leaving all the downy hairs on my arms standing in her wake.
”I like this spot right here,” she said, gently pinching the pliable skin at the base of my earlobe. ”I'm betting it has the same texture as one of your more private places.”
Where Mari was concerned, I preferred not to have any private places. ”Only one way to find out.”
”All in good time.” She nuzzled my neck until I turned my head for her, and then she nibbled gently on my earlobe. ”What do you think about when you feel my teeth nipping at you here?”
I hoped this wasn't a character test, because I hadn't been dwelling on world peace. Nor did I want to tell her the truth-that I'd been listening to her breathe-because I didn't want her to become overly aware she was giving so much emotion away. ”I'm really busy feeling. Don't ask me to think too.”
”How good are you at feeling two things at once?” She returned her lips to my ear as her fingernails began gently sc.r.a.ping my nipple.
”It's...” I sucked in a breath through my teeth. ”I'm very good.”
”Lucky for you.”
I caught her lips and pulled her into another deep kiss. She draped her leg over mine and continued lavis.h.i.+ng attention on my breast, alternating between gentle caresses and sharp tweaks so I couldn't forget she was there no matter how many other hotspots were erupting. I considered reminding her that she hadn't finished writing all over me yet, but she didn't need any help, especially if her goal was to pluck me like a harp. Postponing the inevitable for a bit longer was a good idea anyway because I would probably explode the second she touched me, and I didn't have a clip full of climaxes just waiting to fire off. I'd be lucky to survive the first one.
The moment her hand left my breast I knew it was headed somewhere important. We both moaned when it got there, but that was the extent of our verbal communication from that point on. Everything else we said with our bodies, mine pus.h.i.+ng upward as her fingers tickled my s.e.x all too lightly, and hers sliding against me in what felt like a backbeat tempo. The effect of having her pull back as I pressed into her was maddening. It was also all that kept me from climaxing way too early.
She pressed her cheek next to mine, letting me hear every gasp, pant and sigh. It was thrilling to know she was as excited as I was, just as I'd been when she surrendered to me.
When her fingers dipped inside me and then back up to encircle my Screaming c.l.i.toris, I felt the first hot vibration of my impending climax. I was barely aware that my hand was flicking her shoulder at the same speed and pressure I would have used had I been touching myself. She must have gotten my message, though, since she gave me exactly what I needed.
I drew a deep breath and held it, simultaneously clutching Mari's head to hold her close as my whole body shuddered with release.
The waves were still pulsing when she squirmed free of my grasp and lowered her face to my navel, clearly on her way to taste what she'd done to me.
”No, no...I can't. It's too sensitive.” Even having her look at it was enough to send electric jolts through my whole body.
”So there isn't another one hiding in there?”
”One and done.”
”For how long?”
”At least an hour.”
Undaunted, she nuzzled my neck, letting her b.r.e.a.s.t.s sway across my abdomen. ”Enough time to savor Benito's fabulous flan. Every bite is like an o.r.g.a.s.m for your taste buds. I'm telling you, that man descended from epicurean royalty.”
Fetching the flan from the living room where I'd dropped it required getting up, and getting up required moving. Flan couldn't possibly taste better than lying here with Mari felt.
Not that I have anything against eating in bed.
Chapter Twelve.
Mari's wealth management firm was in a canyon of office buildings and condos in the Brickell neighborhood, with its clean streets and broad, tree-lined sidewalks. The financial center of practically all of Latin America, it's home to dozens of international banks and foreign consulates. If Emily and I had shopped around before buying our place, I might have argued for something in this area, since it has restaurants and street-level retail in most of the buildings, and a supermarket within walking distance. Anything that keeps me out of my car is a plus.
Even getting here from my place was a breeze-a short walk to the Omni Station, then a twelve-minute ride on the Metromover, Miami's free downtown rail trolley that hums a few stories above rush hour traffic, and another short walk at the end. The only problem with walking around Miami is crossing streets, because Mordy's Three-Second Rule applies double to pedestrians. It's unwise to step into the intersection too soon, and once you do, you'd best quick-foot it to the other side.