my candy-tipped breasts as Midnight Cherry Shimmer passed from my flesh to his mouth and back to me again in fascinating rhythms that had me in their spell.
Enough body paint and tease. I needed the main act ... now. So ...
I let my sensually torqued torso roll me flat on my back for the first time in my remembered life, for the first time during our erotic encounters.
Instead of clenching with the usual panic, I was amazed to feel the fearless confidence of a big cat luxuriating in a belly-exposing stretch. I angled my head back, exposing my throat, then arched my spine from my hips to my shoulders, offering Ric a full frontal self he'd never seen from me before. This should snap his so-called control like a twig.
Ric's hands slipped under my back, supporting me. He leaned away to study my body as if it was an Old Master painting. He ran one hand up my arms and fixed my wrists in position.
"You're my bow," he finally said, lowering his torso over mine, his voice thick. "I'm your arrow. Always."
Then the Spanish words came tumbling out between kisses he pressed on my flesh from my wrists to my forehead and lips, pausing for a long passionate minute to burn a bruise into a dangerously near-visible spot above one collarbone. His restless mouth suckled my tinted and flavored nipples until they caught fire, too, and then blazed a further trail down from navel to tilted pubic bone.
Yes. Home at last. Finally. He slid deep inside me, his weight flattening me into the mushy motel mattress. I now had the luxury of seeing his eyes, his mouth, his expression both dreamy and excited. The mere act of our breathing hard with his pelvis so compressed on mine brought me the shuddering, screaming-into-his-mouth tsunami I'd sensed surging up from my tropical zone.
My banshee howl threatened to raise the dead and lasted long enough to send a bunch of them straight to Hell for evil thoughts, but Ric laughed into my neck after his own echoing orgasm ebbed away and tapped my thigh with a "we're done" pat as he rolled away.
Whoo.
"You can fool around with my purse any time," I said when able to manage a whole sentence.
We were sweat-slick, streaked with tracks of shimmering black cherry gloss, and satisfied as hell.
"Better shower," he said. "I'll come along in a minute."
"You came along for a minute just now. Uhh. Do I have to get up, I'm so ..."
"Sticky," he finished. "Shower. Motel sheets. We don't want to leave a trail of Midnight Cherry Shimmer for the maids to giggle at."
I rolled out of the bed and went, gingerly, to the bathroom, shutting the door and turning on the lights.
Okay. Karaoke queen at a nude rock rave, thoroughly had, agreed with me. This is what Ric had finally seen with me on my back. My cherry-shiny nipples matched my passion-swollen lip-glossed mouth.
Some of the glinting lip gloss had even slicked the new bruise already darkening my white skin. I touched the spot, only sexual excitement tingling in the deepest depths where I'd once been most pain-violated. Keep the creative pelvic examinations coming, mi hombre, I thought without Irma's help. My body is your bow and you are my arrow.
I rubbed my fingertips to disperse the dark crimson shimmer, but ... the color was bright red. Bloodred. Ric's suction kiss had broken the skin. Ouch. A bit alarming in this day and age, but that could happen when the love was deep and the sex was hot. I knew that now.
My fingers returned to my throat, feeling a salty sting. The skin there was thinner, more sensitive. It was just a small break, not like he'd ... bitten me. And if he had, that wasn't anything unheard of. I'd bitten him accidentally first.
I smiled, exploring the fact of feeling both satisfied and freed.
Our previous back-avoiding positions deserved reruns but - so call me unliberated - I'd loved being finally able to lie under Ric, watching him love me, being his bow and welcoming his arrow. Taking his weight and making it work for us. For the first time, I felt that Ric had been able to do with me what he was born to do ... dowse the depths of my heart, body, and soul.
HOT WATER was sluicing like tears down my body.
Now that the romantic interlude was over, Irma joined me in the shower.
Whoo-ee. Guy on top rocks. And all that juicy