“I just think black is kind of boring.”
His hand molds to my cheek turning my face up to his. I cup his package, my thumb running over the tip.
“Do you think I’m boring?”
I lick up his torso, crawling off the bed one leg at a time until I prop up on my tiptoes, grabbing each side of his face. “You? Boring? Not in the slightest.”
This time I control the kiss. It’s my tongue sliding in his mouth. It’s my lips devouring his. He stands there, his hands venturing up under my shirt and unhooking my bra. The strapless satin falls to the floor and my pebbled nipples brush along the fabric of my tank top, only growing harder.
“Hmm…” he moans.
His fingertips inch up my chest and goose bumps are left in their wake. My breasts ache to feel his strong palms massaging them.
I break the kiss before I let him take control. “I’m not feeling very gentle either.”
I fall to my knees, taking each side of his boxers down with me until they pool at his ankles. He steps out of them and I push them to the side coming face-to-face with his engorged length.
Roarke has a lot of things to brag about and wonder cock is one of them. It points up to his navel and his balls are drawn in tight. He’s already halfway there and I imagine once I take him in my mouth, he’ll become unglued in a matter of minutes.
“I want you to fuck my mouth,” I say as my hand wraps around his length and my mouth covers the tip. My tongue slides along the ridges of his shaft and back around to the tip.
“Damn, Firecracker. You’re something else.” His head falls back and his hands slide into my hair.
I let him stretch my mouth when he pushes in before releasing him slowly, over and over again and he groans a little longer each time. I tease him to the brink, igniting shivers up my back as he thrusts in and out of my mouth.
I’ve never hated giving blow jobs, but I didn’t exactly pull out my pom-poms when it was my turn to siege the beeje. With Roarke though, seeing him hanging on to his control by a thread, waiting to see what I’m going to do next...his moans that turn into growls that turn into grunts that turn into expletives. And then when his hands tighten in my strands telling me he’s trying to hold out as long as he can, but I’m making it impossible. The whole experience is a turn on for me and something I want to repeat again and again.
Tipping my head, I suck one of his balls into my mouth as my hand runs up and down his shaft, my thumb spreading the pre-cum along the slit of his tip. Covering his dick with my mouth, I deep throat him again and let him slide out of my mouth—over and over as I take control with one hand wrapped around his girth and my other teasing his balls.
“I’m gonna come.” His hips rock harder and I take him as deep as possible until the warmth of his release coats my throat. After a final few jerks, I let him slide slowly out past my lips and wipe my mouth with the back of my hand.
“Just when I think I have you all figured out, you blow me like a pro.” He holds his hand out for me and I rise to my feet.
“What are you suggesting?” I ask wide eyed.
He chuckles. “Just that I have some repaying to do.”
Roarke gently nudges me back and I fall to the mattress. This time he’s the one to fall to his knees, and just like he described earlier he slides his hands up my legs, slips off my panties, and he buries his face under my skirt and repays me in full—with interest.
Later that day, Roarke and I snuggle on the couch with Lucy pawing at Nickel’s cat toys while Nickel stares on with a grumpy look on his face.
“Why do you have a cat?” I ask.
His gaze darts to where Nickel is laying on the top of the ottoman. “I shouldn’t tell you. You already think I’m soft.”
I poke him in the side. His hand covers the spot and he captures my hand when I try to do it again.
“He was a stray. The last kitten in a free box outside a liquor store I sometimes stop at on my home from work. I felt bad for the little furball so I took him in on a temporary basis, but…” His voice trails off, his attention once again shifting to Nickel who looks like he might pounce on top of Lucy.
I smile and he shakes his head, grabbing the remote from my free hand.
“I feel the need to put on Die Hard or The Terminator. Something manly.” The screen flickers as he flips through the channels.
“Nothing wrong with Dirty Dancing.” I try to snatch the remote back.
He drops the remote when it gets on some show about surviving in the desert. I pick it up and click it back to Dirty Dancing.
“For the record, I think it’s sweet.” I lay my head on his bare chest.
“I remember when you didn’t think I was sweet.”
I lift up and straddle him and right on cue Lucy barks. She does this sometimes when we’re touchy-feely with each other, the little twat swatter.
His hands fall to my ass and as usual, his fingers delve under my panties. It’s a habit of his I’ve come to love. As though he doesn’t even want even the thinnest silk barrier between us.
“I’m woman enough to admit when I was wrong.”
“So you were wrong?” His eyes dip to my chest. Though it’s covered in his DePaul law t-shirt, you’d think I was as bare-chested as him with the way his nostrils flare. Using his strength, he pulls me flush against him, greeting me with his hardness.
“I was wrong. This one time.” I hold up one finger to make my point.
He chuckles and rocks his hips.
Letting out an involuntary sigh, my hands fall to his shoulders as I continue to grind against him to get off. My thirst will never be quenched with this man.
His phone vibrates on the coffee table, but his lips continue to sprinkle kisses along my neck.
Lucy barks at the phone now. I can’t see her but I can hear her up on all fours.
“Should you get that?” I ask, my eyes falling shut from the inducing pleasure he’s creating.
“No.” His word comes out as a throaty whisper.
Will we ever get enough of one another? Will there be a time when he’ll want to sleep in another bedroom or his hand won’t slide along my ass as I pass him by. Will he stop cornering me to sneak a kiss or ask me to sit with him to keep him entertained while he’s making a meal? Will all the little intimate moments fade away like they did in my marriage? My heart tells me no, but there’s that annoying part of my brain that says I’m living in dreamland.
The phone starts vibrating right after it stops.
Roarke’s lips pause on my skin until it stops ringing again. He positions my lips over his giving me the deepest and hungriest kiss I’ve ever gotten, besides our first night together. I sink into him, my body hyper-aware that it’s been granted another ride on the Roarke roller coaster.
One short beep signaling a text sounds from his phone and then the phone begins vibrating again.
I dislodge myself from his lap, but he locks his arms over my legs so they stay strewn across his lap. Reaching forward, he picks up the phone to see who’s calling. The smoothness of his palm running up and down my legs stops and his thumb scrolls down the screen.
“I’ll be right back.” He gently lifts my legs, stands and places them back on the couch.
Lucy jumps into his spot right away followed seconds later by Nickel who takes a seat on the top of the couch cushions.