"No, not just me. It. My penis. Hard-on. Erection. Dick. Whatever you want to call it. Kiss it. Please."
Well, okay, clearly he wasn't talking about his mouth.
He gave her a charming smile. "That's the good luck kiss I want."
"You are really pushing it," she told him, shocked to her curled-in-arousal toes.
"Probably. But if I'm going to be late, I'd like to remember your sexy little mouth wrapped around me while I drive my way out of last place."
Oh, my. Heat flooded her inner thighs. "Oh. Okay." She didn't know what else to say because she was way too turned on to say no, or to let him get away from her. It suddenly felt like they'd just gotten started the night before and she needed to do a little more, really quick-like exploring. She didn't want him to be late, but if she was quick . . .
It was warm under the sheet and all she could hear was their breathing, the rustling of the cotton, and the tick of a clock somewhere in Ryder's bedroom, as she turned and moved her way down to Elec's impressive erection. She had a moment of fear that the position put her butt dangerously close to Elec's face and who knew what kind of cellulite was hanging around back there, but suddenly his hand was gripping her backside.
"I just love your ass," he said in a husky voice. "So tight, so cute."
Elec had a way of making her worries disappear as soon as they popped up, without her ever even voicing them, and that was definitely appealing. He made her feel incredibly sexy and sure of herself.
"Thank you," she murmured before taking the length of his erection into her mouth. She enjoyed the gasp he gave, and fully appreciated the power a woman could wield when she had a man literally by the balls. She wasn't sure she'd ever really understood how sensual and arousing it could be to know that every flick of her tongue, every slide of her mouth, could affect a man's pleasure, but under the sheet with Elec, their breathing hot and heavy, nothing but cotton and his bare flesh beneath her, she understood how exciting it was.
The hard smoothness of him pleased her, the desperate moan he gave when she took him deep thrilled her, and the swearing that flew out of his mouth when she raked her fingernails across his testicles made her smile. There was no wine to blame her actions on, and she was actually pleased to know that she still enjoyed sex, still was a whole woman who could go down on a man with no apologies, simply because they both enjoyed it. After the sexual debacle with Geoffrey, she had felt bad, and it was a total relief to know it had just been her lack of chemistry with him.
The night before hadn't been a one-time fluke either. She was really, truly attracted to Elec, and it felt as good, if not better, to be with him than it had the first time. When he shifted her legs so that her thighs spread on either side of his head, she paused for a second in surprise, but forgot to be embarrassed when his tongue flicked across her.
"Ohhh," she said when any other words failed her.
It felt so good, so hot and intimate, his mouth pressed so deep into her, she just lay there stunned, her body tight and tense with pleasure.
Elec stopped and she said, "Why did you stop?"
"Why did you stop?" he asked, his words muffled since he was beneath her thighs.
Oh, right. The nature of the position was that neither of them was supposed to stop.
"Sorry," she whispered, swallowing hard. The second her tongue touched the tip of his shaft, his tongue lapped across her clit, and she sucked in a hard breath.
She should really reflect on why it was so damn easy to be doing something so personal with Elec, but she could do that later. After she came, which, if he kept on the way he was, was going to be any second now.
Her weight rested on him, and she could feel all his hard muscles beneath her, and the press of his fingers into her thighs as he gripped her flesh and held her legs apart. The sheet had fallen down onto her back and head and in the warm cocoon, with his mouth doing such delicious things to her, she was pretty sure she would agree to do anything he asked of her.
Everything felt good and wonderful and sensual and she sucked him harder and harder, slicking his thick penis up with her saliva. Tamara added her hand, wrapping it around him, and followed her mouth with it, so that every inch of his flesh was always feeling a hot, warm squeeze. Elec groaned briefly, and she knew he liked it, before he returned to her, his mouth enclosing her clit as he sucked.
It was a fight to not pull back and moan at that, but she stayed on him, excited by the challenge of keeping her rhythm when she really wanted to just collapse in agonized ecstasy. She moved her hips while she sucked and he sucked, so that they were both colliding with each other, and she lost all rational thought, all sense of where they were, time, space, and what her first name was. There was only that moment, the two of them locked in mutual pleasure, and when Elec plunged his tongue inside her, she came hard.
When she would have jerked off him, he held her tightly so she didn't move, and while she paused with him in her mouth, she didn't let go, so that her orgasm swept over her with him fully embedded in her, and she closed her eyes to ride out the intense waves of pleasure.
Oh my. The man was just full of good ideas.
The second her orgasm eased up, she refocused on him, taking it slow and steady, then speeding up when his breathing grew erratic and his fingers dug into her thighs. She felt the throb of him inside her mouth, knew when he was going to come, and knew he was trying to pull away. She wanted to take him into her mouth, wanted to feel that final pulse, wanted to know she had done that to him, so she held on until he groaned, then he filled her mouth with his hot, salty come.
Having made an art form out of avoiding her husband doing just that in her mouth, Tamara was shocked at how much she had wanted Elec to, and how good it felt. It was raw, and messy, but it was damn satisfying.
She collapsed on his legs, every muscle in her body quivering from overstimulation, and Elec lightly smacked her backside.
"Holy shit," was his thought on the matter.
She had to agree.
"I have about three minutes to get my ass out of here and I can't move a single muscle," he said.
Tamara shifted a little and stroked his penis. It jumped. "One muscle's still moving."
"Leave it alone, darlin', or we're going to have a situation on our hands."
She laughed. "I don't want you to be late. That's bad form for a rookie. But I'm having a hard time peeling myself off of you."
In fact, she couldn't believe she was still lying with her ass inches from his eyes, but her body felt too damn satisfied to care. About anything. Ever again.
But he had to go. She knew that well enough. So she forced herself to roll off him. "How was that for a good luck kiss?"
Elec grinned as he tore the sheet off them and sat up. "Couldn't ask for more than that. That ought to see me straight through to the finish line. How was it for you?"
It ought to see her through the next ten years, that's how it was.
CHAPTER FOUR
ELEC dragged his dress pants on, watching Tamara bustle around Ryder's bedroom. She had pulled on her panties and her dress in two seconds and was now stripping the bed.
"What are you doing?" he asked, feeling lazy and content and in no way inclined to hurry, which was what he really needed to do.
"Changing the sheets. Ryder knows what happened on them since he saw us in bed. It's tacky to just leave them." She dug through drawers until she found fresh sheets, and before Elec even had his T-shirt on, she had snapped open the fitted sheet and efficiently tucked it all around the bed.
Damn, she was sexy. Her hair was tousled, her cheeks pink, her dress all rumpled, and she smoothed the sheet out with her hand, doing what needed to be done. While he just stood and stared at her. Elec got his head out of his ass and stepped forward to catch the bottom of the top sheet as she spread it out, and he tucked the bottom while she tucked the top.
Together they threw the comforter and pillows back on, and Elec found himself grinning like a fool for no apparent reason.
There was just something about Tamara that he really liked. She was the absolute opposite of the women he'd been dating, and he really appreciated her compassion, her sense of responsibility, hell, even the way she worried. She worried because she cared, and that was damn sexy to him.
"So what are your plans for the day?" he asked, fishing his shirt off the floor and putting it on without buttoning it back up. It was safe to say that particular shirt was going into the trash when he got home.