this was how they would spend Sundays, then she would be down for it.
"Your body is so damn responsive to me," Hadley mumbled, her lips brushing Raya's nipple. Trailing her tongue along Raya's chest, she captured the other one.
"I don't know what you've done to me, but I like it," Raya joked.
"Just fucked you properly, I guess. Wouldn’t you say?" Hadley teased, her hand trailing down Raya's torso to slip between her thighs. Raya already knew what Hadley would find.
A super soaked pussy.
"Christ," Hadley purred, dipping her fingers into Raya's core. "All this honey is for me?"
Raya jerked her head in a nod.
Hadley's fingers slid along her slit until she reached Raya's swollen clit.
Raya gripped the back of the chair, preparing for the ride to pleasure town.
Hadley flicked the swollen bean fast, increasing her speed and pressure.
Raya's hips rotated, riding Hadley's hand.
"Hadley," Raya began to chant, knowing her orgasm was going to be quick and hard.
"I love it when you call my name. I want you to scream it when you cum."
Raya arched her back, again offering her tits to Hadley, who didn't disappoint. Her lips closed around one nipple, and she released a growl.
The sound was so damn sexy to Raya.
Hadley got her request.
"Hadley!" she screamed through her orgasm. Her muscles grew tense, her nails digging into the cushions of the chair as an electrical current spread through her.
Biting her lip, she continued to thrust her hips against Hadley's hand, not wanting the feeling to stop.
"Atta, girl." Reaching up, she guided Raya's face to hers, kissing her deep before pulling away. She brought her fingers up to her lips and licked them clean. "I can't get enough of your juices."
"I can't get enough of you, making me cum the way you do."
Raya grinned and wiggled her naked bottom, vowing they would fuck all day. Her writing was ahead of schedule, and she was pleased with the amount of work she had gotten done during the week.
"You need to eat, and today, pack." Hadley spun her around on her lap and pulled a plate forward for her.
"Pack? Where are we going?" Raya asked. Picking up a fork, Hadley stabbed into the omelet and brought it to her lips.
Sue strikes again.
Can that woman mess up anything?
"Paris."
Raya froze and turned to face her. "Are you shitting me?"
Hadley offered her one of her rare smiles, one that lit up her face and made her appear younger than her forty-five years.
"Why would I lie? We're going to fly out late tonight so that we'll arrive by tomorrow morning." Her free hand rested on Raya's hip while she stabbed the fork into more food, offering it to Raya.
Paris?
She loved the city of lights.
After she swallowed her food, she reached for the glass of OJ and took a hefty swallow.
"What should I pack?"
"Light. I'll buy you everything you'll need there."
Raya froze.
Shopping in Paris?
Raya turned to Hadley and cupped her face in her hands.
"Thank you," she whispered, her lips brushing across Hadley's. This time, Raya controlled the kiss, which started off soft and slow, but soon deepened.
When they broke apart, they were both breathing heavily.
"You're welcome. Now, let me finish feeding you."
Raya arched an eyebrow at her. "You do know I can feed myself."
"Of course, but I want to do it." Once more, Hadley picked at the food and raised the fork to her lips. Giving in, she accepted the bite and chewed, the flavors bursting on her tongue. "And after you eat, there's something you need to do."
Raya frowned.
What did she have to do on a Sunday?
Swallowing, she wiped her mouth with the napkin. "What is that?"
"You need to call Brandon. It's almost noon."
Lying across her bed, Raya stared at her cellphone. How had she forgotten Sunday was the day she was to speak with her husband?
Sundays at noon was the agreement.
She didn't know whether she should do a FaceTime call or an old-fashion audio one.
"Let's just get this over with." She chose FaceTime. Having replaced her robe, she sat up on the bed and hit the button for Brandon's number.
After the second ring, his face came onto the screen.
"Raya," he breathed.
She offered him a tight smile. His hair was standing on end, as if he had been running his hands through it.
"How are you?" she asked.
"I should be asking you that, baby. You are always worried about me." His face relaxed, a small smile playing on his lips. "You look good. Is Hadley treating you well?"
Raya chewed on her lip, thinking of how well Hadley