Together Again(55)

                “What are you doing?” she asked.

                “Taking this inside, counselor,” he said as he picked up her towel and threw it over her.

                She tried to get off his lap, but he wouldn’t let her go. When she stopped struggling, he stood up with her in his arms and carried her into their room.

                “You do know I can walk, don’t you?” she said.

                “Yeah, but I’m kinda liking this carrying-you-off-to-bed thing.” He started to drop her on the bed.

                “Tony! Don’t, I’m dripping wet. Let me dry off.”

                “That sounds like fun. I’ll do it.” He set her down and took the towel from her, quickly wiped off his chest and her back, then pulled her against him. As he stroked her breasts with the towel, he slowly moved his stiffening erection against the cleft of her bottom and nibbled on her neck. “Isn’t this better than just toweling off?” She sighed and tried to turn around. “Not yet. Only half done,” he said as he gently rubbed the towel down to her hips, kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck as he caressed her. She moaned, put her hand over his and tried to move it down between her thighs, but he stopped her. “You’re always in such a hurry, sugar.”

                She put her hands behind her, on his hips, as he massaged her body, ran his tongue around the edge of her ear, nipped at her earlobe. Finally he reached over, pulled down the spread and sheets, lifted her onto the bed and settled her on her back. She held out her arms to him but he ignored the invitation. Instead he separated her legs and positioned himself between her bent knees. Holding onto her hips he began to kiss her belly, circling her navel, finally moving down so he could make love to her with his mouth.

                On a sharp intake of breath, she said, “Tony,” and grasped his head.

                He looked up at her. “You don’t like it? Do you want me to stop?”

                “Oh, God, no. Please don’t stop.”

                Her hips bucked up at his mouth, her breathing became shallow and rapid as his tongue flicked over the nerve center hidden in the folds between her legs. When he substituted his thumb and introduced two fingers into her now-wet passage, she moaned, writhing in rhythm with his hand until she cried out in release.

                He kissed his way back up her body, beginning with the insides of her thighs, up to her breasts, then her neck, her jaw, her cheeks. He took his time getting to her lips. As he reached her mouth, he entered her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and devoured his mouth, nipping at his lips with her teeth, playing chase games with his tongue, riding along with him as they crested the wave of feeling and came down the other side.





Chapter 14


                They drove home on the winding and curvy Highway 14 on the Washington side of the river, avoiding the freeway, trying to make their escape last as long as they could. But eventually they pulled into the marina parking lot. It was raining again, the gray sky reflecting Margo’s mood now that the weekend was over.

                Anxious to get into the house, they ran down the dock. When Margo was almost at her front door, the broken shards of a pot, crushed flowers and mounds of dirt scattered along the dock stopped her cold. She stepped back, almost tripping Tony who was close behind her.

                “My front door’s open,” she whispered, “and there’s a mess on the deck.”

                He moved in front of her. “I’ll go see what’s going on.” He walked quietly up to the door and kicked it completely open. “Police. Don’t move.”