Together Again(87)

                “Is this left over from some guy you were … ?”

                “The only other person who’s worn this is Sam.”

                “Sam Richardson? You slept … ?”

                “No, Tony, of course I didn’t. He wore it when he was in the hospital after he was shot. It came from this guy I was seeing for a while. It was a pretty casual relationship; at least, that’s what I thought. Until, out of the blue on Valentine’s Day, he gave me a beautifully wrapped box in which I found a fluffy nightgown, which he said he’d keep at his house, and these pajamas, which he said I was to keep at mine. Then, he said, when we decided it was time to sleep together, we’d be prepared, no matter whose house we were at. We didn’t see each other much after that.”

                Margo was sure everyone in the marina heard Tony roar with laughter. When he could finally talk, he said, “Jesus, Margo, how come you aren’t still with him organizing each other’s lives out into the next millennium?”

                “That’s a terrible thing to say, Alessandro. I’m not like that.” When he didn’t respond right away, she asked, “Am I?”

                “No, you’re not that bad. But promise me you won’t wear that again when I’m sleeping with you. In fact, maybe we should go upstairs and get you out of it. Don’t you need to go back to bed for a while?”

                “I’m fine. I’m not sleepy … ”

                “Neither am I.”

                When they got to her room, he opened the drawer of the bedside table and smiled. “So, you expected me back,” he said as he pulled out a foil packet and handed it to her.

                “Not expected, hoped.” She started to unbutton the pajama top she was wearing.

                He stopped her. “Let me.” He unbuttoned the top and slipped it down her arms, kissing her shoulders gently as the fabric slid off her body. Then he got on his knees and took off her bikinis, kissing up her thighs to the dark cluster of curls at the top. He kissed her there, tonguing the nub of her clitoris, sucking gently on it. The combination of his tongue, his teeth and his mouth on her made her legs go weak. But before she could climax, he laid her down on the bed.

                She was restless with wanting him, her every cell crying out for the touch of him. It was like the first night they’d made love, when she’d watched him undress only now she knew what making love with him was like and she wanted it even more.

                And this time, it was in the full light of day. No shadows hid the perfect shoulders, the pecs and abs that made her fingers want to run over the ridges and tickle the valleys between. And when he shed his trousers and boxers in one, her breath hitched, her mouth watered and her arms reached for him, for his arms, his mouth, his penis ready for her.

                Joining her in bed, he laid on his side, helped her roll the condom over his erection, and then snugged her hips against his. She rocked against his shaft, her arms tight around his chest. “Make love to me, Tony, please.” She was sure he could hear the need in her voice, feel the heat of her body as she curled her leg over his hip.

                “Soon, sugar, soon. But first,” he caressed her breasts, bringing her nipples to diamond hard points. “This is where I wanted to be last night,” he whispered. “And here.” He sucked gently at the base of her throat. “And here,” as he finally kissed her mouth. His eyes were dark with desire, but his mouth, his hands were gentle, tender. She moaned against his mouth as he deepened the kiss, his tongue lazily exploring hers. Her hands played over his amazing body, finding a home on the hard muscles of his butt, drawing him to her.