"You taste good," he murmured as his hands went lower to grip her backside and his lips caressed her chin and neck.
"So kiss me again," she said, wanting his tongue inside her, wanting more.
"You got it." Elec returned, and this time, the minute he touched her mouth with his, desire exploded between them.
They were gripping each other, hands here, there, everywhere, digging into each other's hair in an effort to get closer, to meld their mouths completely, Elec's tongue doing amazing things to hers as he thrust into her. Tamara could feel his erection pressing against her thigh and she had a feeling she knew this was going to the point of no return, but she somehow couldn't bring herself to care.
When Elec broke away, panting, his hair sticking up, and leaned back and closed the bathroom door and locked it, she knew he was having the same thoughts.
"We shouldn't be doing this . . ." she said, trying to hold on to some vestige of respectability.
His answer was to bend over and suck her nipple through the fabric of her T-shirt and bra.
It was exquisite torture, the sensation of pleasure intermingling with the need for more freedom, to have him touching and tasting her bare flesh. When he moved lower and did the same to her inner thighs, Tamara leaned back against the sink. She needed something to hold her up. Especially since before she could blink, he had her skirt lifted and was sliding his tongue along the front of her panties.
"Elec," she whispered, squirming at both the intimacy of the position and the fact that it just wasn't good enough. It was a tease for what she really wanted, and he obviously knew it.
He kissed her thighs, licking a wet trail across her bare flesh, causing goose bumps to appear as she shivered in anticipation. He sucked her clitoris through the satin of her panties and she couldn't prevent a soft moan from slipping out.
"Do you like that?"
"Yes." And she was wet to prove it if he cared to investigate that.
He did. Elec pulled her panties down to her knees and used his fingers to spread her folds.
Tamara wanted to feel embarrassment, wanted to tell him that he really should stop, but she couldn't work up any sort of protest. Especially not when his tongue slid over her, again and again and again until she was spreading her legs wider, clutching at his hair with eyes half closed, and drowning in the wave after wave of tight hot pleasure he was creating.
Who the hell was she kidding? There was no putting the brakes on. She wasn't feeling worried or regretful or inhibited in the least. She wanted his mouth on her, she wanted him inside her, and she wanted it right now, rough and racy and raw.
"More," she said, yanking her skirt up so she could see him better. The fabric was blocking her view and she wanted to see his tongue dipping inside her, wanted to see his dark eyes clouded with desire.
"More what?"
Tamara wasn't sure what he meant, but damned if he hadn't stopped touching her to look up at her, and that just wasn't allowed. "More, please?" she said, thinking he was teasing her for being bossy.
But Elec just laughed softly, his breath tickling her thighs. "No, I meant what do you want more of? More of me licking you, or by more, are you saying you want me inside you? But I like the way you said that so politely. You really are a lady, you know. The kind my momma would like."
She didn't think there was anything particularly ladylike about being pressed against the vanity in a friend's apartment with a man's head in her crotch while she held her skirt up for him. "Somehow I doubt your momma would agree if she saw us right now."
"Well, I'm just going to say how grateful I am she isn't here. But you still haven't answered the question."
And all this talking wasn't getting her what she wanted. She wasn't sure if she had the courage to say it out loud, but she bit her lip when he gave a soft, teasing flick across her clitoris. She could say it after all. "More of you licking me."
Elec murmured into her thighs, "You got it, gorgeous."
He started doing the most amazing and delicious things to her, dipping inside her and stroking up and down, slow, then fast, until she lost the ability to speak or think or do anything other than moan in encouragement. When he sucked her clitoris softly, a finger inside her, she came, bucking forward, clamping her lips shut to hold back a sharp cry.
It was good and long and intense, her entire body shuddering in ecstasy. When she was finished, and she'd forced her eyes to refocus, Tamara loosened her grip on Elec's poor maligned hair and struggled to catch her breath.
"Good?" he asked.
"Oh, yes."
Elec stood up and yanked open the medicine cabinet. "Condoms." His movements were so jerky that he dropped two boxes of condoms into the sink and knocked Ryder's dental floss onto the counter. Tamara wanted to help, but she needed all of her strength to stay standing.
Elec got a condom out and his pants unzipped while she felt her panties slide all the way to her ankles, giving in to gravity as she pulled her legs slightly together.
"I'm so glad Ryder is such a Boy Scout."
He slapped the condom on his erection with a speed that impressed Tamara. If that wasn't evidence of quick driver reflexes, she didn't know what was.
"Turn around," Elec told Tamara, his hands at her waist, encouraging the movement. "I want you to see yourself in the mirror." He wanted her to see how beautiful she was, how flushed her cheeks were, how loose and free her hair was, and how dilated her eyes were.
He wanted to look over her shoulder as he thrust inside her and see the pleasure on her face in the glass.
She didn't even hesitate. Tamara just turned around and placed her hands flat on the countertop. Elec felt his cock jump in anticipation. God, he wanted her. Like he had never wanted another woman ever. It amazed him all over again every time he realized that.
Elec drew up the bottom of her skirt slowly, sliding his hands along the softness of her thighs, her hips. The position did beautiful things to her ass, her legs spread slightly, her backside pushed out a little as she bent over. It was all tight and inviting and he swallowed the gallon of spit that had suddenly appeared in his mouth. Brushing his fingers across her smooth skin, he dipped between her legs and stroked inside her, making sure she was still wet for him. She was, no doubt about that, and she gave a soft moan of encouragement that made his whole body tense with tight, hot want.
When he settled himself against her, and thrust deep inside her, they both moaned. Oh, damn, she felt good surrounding him with her slick heat. The angle heightened sensation for him, letting him feel her tightness as he drove good and deep. He liked the way his abs and his thighs bumped into her curves as he pulled in and out of her. A glance in the mirror showed Tamara, her eyes half closed, her mouth open, lips moist and swollen from his kisses, her hair falling forward as she accepted him, as she enjoyed him inside her. It was sexy as hell, her nipples peaking against her T-shirt, her hands pressed rigidly onto the countertop.
He knew when he hit a good spot, because her eyes snapped open and rolled back, and her heavy breathing actually stopped, her mouth open on a silent cry of intense pleasure. Elec pulled back and repeated and was rewarded with an expulsion of air from her mouth followed by, "Oh, shit, yes."
When he did it a third time, she dipped her head, covering her face with her hair, and groaned loudly, the muscles inside her contracting on his cock. He thrust again and said,
"Tamara, look in the mirror."
"No," she whispered, arching her hips backward as she came.
"Please . . . let me see you come," he said, moving faster and harder. God, he was so close, so ready to explode inside her.
She actually did look up, tossing her hair back, and meeting his gaze in the mirror as she finished her orgasm. Her teeth were tearing into her bottom lip and her eyes were dilated, cheeks pink with exertion and desire. It was all he needed. Elec gripped her hips and pumped his way to a hard, shattering orgasm that had him gritting his teeth and losing the power of speech.
When he finally could speak again, his movements slowing, his back itchy with sweat and his fingers releasing their rabid grip on her hips, the only thing he could think to say was,
"Damn."
Tamara pressed her forehead against the mirror and she said breathlessly, "My thought exactly."
RYDER looked at his ex-wife in disbelief over the dinner table. "Suz, I don't think Tammy and Elec would appreciate me interrupting. They've been gone at least fifteen minutes, so clearly they are talking."