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Authors: Rosalie Lario
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waited until she regained some semblance of conscious thought before sliding his fingers along her body again. "That was astounding, beloved." The depth of his desire was evident in his eyes, in the harsh rasping of his breath. "To see the passion on your face as you come apart beneath my hands...there's no comparison."
As if to punctuate his words, he slid one long finger inside her, gliding in and out, setting a rhythm that quickly drove her to the edge once again. She couldn't help but moan. "Oh, that feels..." Arching her back, she dug her elbows into the mattress, using them to hold her upper body off the mattress. She wanted to watch him, to see the look of desire on his face.
He noticed her watching and caught his lip between his teeth in a sexy, teasing gesture. "You like this."
It was a statement, not a question. Still she answered. "Yes."
"Mm...me too." He withdrew his hand. Before she could bemoan its loss, he slid down the bed and onto his stomach, positioning himself between her legs.
Oh, wait a second. She'd wondered what his electric tongue would feel like down there, but now she was afraid it'd be too intense. "Wait..."
With a grin, he threw her legs over his shoulders and touched his tongue to her.
"Oh my God!"
She screamed when he gave her a long, slow lick, gently sucking in on her clit. His fingers joined his tongue and she was gone. A hard climax ripped through her, seizing her muscles with such force that she'd no doubt be sore later. He worked her the whole while, and when she began to come down he increased the intensity again, probing deep with his tongue. On and on it went until she lost track of the number of times she'd come.
Her last thought before an exhausted slumber claimed her was, This is a good way to die.
*****
The grumbling of Eva's stomach woke her. With a disoriented blink, she sat up in the bed. The angle of the light streaming in from her bedroom window told her it was approaching late afternoon. The room was empty except for her. But before Michael went wherever it was he'd gone, he'd at least had the forethought to cover her with her bed sheet.
He didn't leave, did he?
Fighting back the panic that sudden thought brought about, she threw the sheet off and hopped out of bed. Her leg muscles screamed in protest. Biting back a small moan, she buttoned her sleep shirt and went in search of Michael. She found him in the kitchen, rummaging through the refrigerator. He was bare-chested as usual, though his semi-wet hair indicated he'd recently showered. On top of the counter was her ratty old picnic basket, which she hadn't used since her mother had died.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
Straightening, he turned to face her and snatched her into his arms. He gave her a long, leisurely kiss that somehow managed to get her all hot and bothered. She would've thought she'd had enough orgasms to tide her over until next year, but apparently her body didn't agree.
"I found this delightful area on the roof that's been converted into a garden of sorts," he murmured. "I thought we could picnic up there."
A picnic? He wanted to take her on a picnic? Something inside her melted at that thought. Still, she felt compelled to point out, "You know that's a private rooftop terrace for the penthouse apartment."
He shrugged. "No one was up there."
Pulling away, she threw him a suspicious look. "Wait, you can't get to that terrace from the fire escape."
"No," he agreed.
"Did you...wait, you flew up there? In the middle of the day?"
"Don’t fret, beloved. I was quite careful." Grinning, he affectionately kissed the top of her head before turning back to the fridge and pulling out the leftover roasted chicken. "Why don't you have a shower while I pack everything we need?"
She couldn't find a reason to argue with that so she went into the shower, spraying the water as hot as she could stand to loosen her achy muscles. When she hopped out, there was a dress lying on her bed. It was a
As if to punctuate his words, he slid one long finger inside her, gliding in and out, setting a rhythm that quickly drove her to the edge once again. She couldn't help but moan. "Oh, that feels..." Arching her back, she dug her elbows into the mattress, using them to hold her upper body off the mattress. She wanted to watch him, to see the look of desire on his face.
He noticed her watching and caught his lip between his teeth in a sexy, teasing gesture. "You like this."
It was a statement, not a question. Still she answered. "Yes."
"Mm...me too." He withdrew his hand. Before she could bemoan its loss, he slid down the bed and onto his stomach, positioning himself between her legs.
Oh, wait a second. She'd wondered what his electric tongue would feel like down there, but now she was afraid it'd be too intense. "Wait..."
With a grin, he threw her legs over his shoulders and touched his tongue to her.
"Oh my God!"
She screamed when he gave her a long, slow lick, gently sucking in on her clit. His fingers joined his tongue and she was gone. A hard climax ripped through her, seizing her muscles with such force that she'd no doubt be sore later. He worked her the whole while, and when she began to come down he increased the intensity again, probing deep with his tongue. On and on it went until she lost track of the number of times she'd come.
Her last thought before an exhausted slumber claimed her was, This is a good way to die.
*****
The grumbling of Eva's stomach woke her. With a disoriented blink, she sat up in the bed. The angle of the light streaming in from her bedroom window told her it was approaching late afternoon. The room was empty except for her. But before Michael went wherever it was he'd gone, he'd at least had the forethought to cover her with her bed sheet.
He didn't leave, did he?
Fighting back the panic that sudden thought brought about, she threw the sheet off and hopped out of bed. Her leg muscles screamed in protest. Biting back a small moan, she buttoned her sleep shirt and went in search of Michael. She found him in the kitchen, rummaging through the refrigerator. He was bare-chested as usual, though his semi-wet hair indicated he'd recently showered. On top of the counter was her ratty old picnic basket, which she hadn't used since her mother had died.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
Straightening, he turned to face her and snatched her into his arms. He gave her a long, leisurely kiss that somehow managed to get her all hot and bothered. She would've thought she'd had enough orgasms to tide her over until next year, but apparently her body didn't agree.
"I found this delightful area on the roof that's been converted into a garden of sorts," he murmured. "I thought we could picnic up there."
A picnic? He wanted to take her on a picnic? Something inside her melted at that thought. Still, she felt compelled to point out, "You know that's a private rooftop terrace for the penthouse apartment."
He shrugged. "No one was up there."
Pulling away, she threw him a suspicious look. "Wait, you can't get to that terrace from the fire escape."
"No," he agreed.
"Did you...wait, you flew up there? In the middle of the day?"
"Don’t fret, beloved. I was quite careful." Grinning, he affectionately kissed the top of her head before turning back to the fridge and pulling out the leftover roasted chicken. "Why don't you have a shower while I pack everything we need?"
She couldn't find a reason to argue with that so she went into the shower, spraying the water as hot as she could stand to loosen her achy muscles. When she hopped out, there was a dress lying on her bed. It was a
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