Sarita's thoughts died abruptly as he slid a second finger in to join the first and her body went off like a rocket. Grabbing for his hands, she tore her mouth away to cry out, vaguely aware that he was shouting as well, and then sunset came early for her as Sarita's mind shut down.
She woke up some time later to find herself reclining on Domitian Argenis's chest as he ran his fingers lazily up and down her arms. He might be a great lover, but he made for a lumpy bed, she decided and immediately sat up. This time he hadn't carried her to the bed. They were still on the lounge chair by the pool.
Sarita caught the hand towel as it started to fall, but on checking to see that her bathing suit was in place and covering as much as it had before this little side excursion, she let the towel drop away and turned to scowl at Domitian as he sat up. "That wasn't fair."
His eyebrows rose in question. "What, mi amor?"
"First you made a meal out of me in the bathroom and now you . . ."
"Pleasured you?" he suggested.
Sarita flushed and turned away. "Yeah, that, here. Meanwhile, you haven't got a thing from it," she muttered, and tried to stand up, only to have him catch her shoulder and keep her on the seat.
"Si, mi Corazon. I have."
"What?" she asked with disbelief. "You-"
"I got great pleasure from both joinings."
Sarita clucked her tongue with irritation and tried to remove his hand from her shoulder so she could get up. "There was no joining. Well, I suppose there was for half a second the first time," she added dryly. "But there was no joining this last time. You just-" Her words died abruptly as Domitian released her shoulder to slide down to catch her hand and drag it back to cover the front of his boxers. He was already semi-erect, or perhaps still semi-erect, she guessed, but at her touch, began to grow. Sarita didn't notice at first, she had frozen, shocked and confused by the excitement and pleasure that jolted through her the moment her hand touched him.
"That is how we joined," Domitian said, his voice gravelly with passion.
Sarita turned slightly on the end of the lounge chair to look at him, and then glanced to where her hand was touching him as her movement accidentally shifted her hand, sending another thrill of pleasure through her.
"It is called shared pleasure," he said, growling now. "It is something only life mates enjoy." Covering her hand to keep it still, Domitian added, "I felt every moment of your pleasure, experiencing it as if it were my own. And at the end, my shout of pleasure joined yours and we both lost consciousness."
"Really?" She glanced to his face with interest.
"Si. Really."
"That's a pretty nifty perk," Sarita admitted, and slid her hand inside his boxers to pull him out. He was surprisingly sensitive, she found. Just doing that had jolt after jolt of pleasure riding through her.
Domitian bit back a groan and tried to remove her hand. "Si. Now let go, turn around, and let me-"
"No," she said, shifting to kneel on the concrete in front of the chair instead, never releasing her hold on him as she did.
Domitian groaned, but then caught her hand to stop her and asked, "No?" with bewilderment. "But I want to touch you."
"Too bad," Sarita said with a shrug. Offering him a wicked smiled, she added, "You've already done that. And I've always wanted to know how good I was at BJs."
"BJ? That is-Ah yes, that is what I thought it was," he said faintly as she leaned onto the end of the lounge chair and took him into her mouth.
Startled by the tsunami of pleasure that swept through her then, Sarita closed her eyes and nearly bit him, but managed to stop herself at the last moment. Once she felt she was prepared for what was going to come, Sarita began to move her mouth over him, moaning along with Domitian as pleasure immediately began rushing through her again. The vibration from her moan merely added to the pleasure, causing her to moan again, which brought on more pleasure and more moaning. It was like a circle without end, the pleasure building and building with each go-round until she could barely breathe.
"Madre de Dios, you are good," Domitian gasped, his butt rising off the seat slightly as he tried to follow her mouth.
Sarita couldn't agree more. Literally, she couldn't agree with him with her mouth full. But she was rather impressed with herself as she drove them both crazy with her lips, teeth, and tongue. She was vaguely aware of Domitian tangling his hands in her hair and clutching her head a moment later. Sarita knew he was saying things, but he wasn't making much sense. Beautiful words in Spanish were followed by the filthiest demands, but she didn't pay them much attention. She was listening to her own body's dictates, applying more pressure now, moving faster, slowing, speeding up, nipping lightly to increase the pleasure she was experiencing. And the entire time, Sarita was moaning, her body trembling on that very edge of the freedom release offered her, and then . . . bang! Something snapped and pleasure shot to every corner of her body, filling her and blocking out the light as she sighed and slid into unconsciousness.