And her skin…
My gaze appreciatively peruses her body and all the creamy white skin that’s on display. The most intriguing parts of her are still covered by an emerald green, lace bodysuit that clings to her every curve. She looks like porcelain wrapped up in the prettiest paper, and my fingers itch to unwrap her. To touch her. Too feel her.
I’ve spent years of listening to my family members spout bullshit about finding the “one”. The Ricci’s were known for their rash decisions that had forever-like consequences. We were led by our hearts, the occasionally untrustworthy organ almost always responsible for our choices. My grandparents’ and parents’ short courtships and long marriages proof of the way it could work. And my recent divorce a painful reminder of all the ways it didn’t.
But this… I’ve never felt this with anyone.
So in tune and familiar at first sight. Like we’d met before. Like once upon a time, I knew her.
“God, you two are killing me with these looks,” Liza says, her commentary the constant reminder of where we are, what we’re doing, and that we’re not alone. “I’m in photo heaven right now. I can’t wait for you both to see these shots.
“Rosario, do you want to sit on the bed? And Blake, if you’re comfortable, you could crawl to him? Maybe straddle his legs?”
The words alone have my dick stirring to life, and I find myself inhaling a lungful of air in anticipation.
“Do you want me to take my shoes off?” I ask Liza.
“I’ll probably cut them out anyway,” she responds. “So do whatever works for you.”
Kicking off my shoes, I climb up onto the bed and maneuver myself till the headboard sits at my back, my eyes are on Blake, and my legs are spread wide in invitation.
Holding my gaze, she awaits no instruction from Liza, slowly slipping off her heels and stalking toward me. She crawls across the bed with a predatory gleam in her eyes, and I’m impressed. The shyness that I anticipated from her is nowhere to be found, and quite honestly, it has no business here. Not when I feel so connected to her.
Rising to her knees, she hooks a leg over my body, and I watch her slowly descend till the apex of her thighs is resting atop my semi-hard cock, her arms around my neck, and the smirk on her face showing she’s not even a little bit surprised at my arousal.
“Now you guys do your thing,” Liza calls out while taking photos. “Pretend I’m not here and let the chemistry unfold.”
Like magnets, my hands gravitate to her hips, and it takes all my willpower not to slide them down to cup her ass. I drag my gaze off Blake and look at Liza. “I don’t think you want to watch me fuck her.”
“Rosario,” Blake hisses, admonishing me while Liza bellows out a laugh.
“Oh, man,” she continues, chuckling. “You’re right, I don’t want to see that, but if my instincts are correct, you’re going to have to work a little harder for it. And that is something I do want to see.”
She raises the camera, snapping some candid shots of us while we’re both looking in her direction.
“When you two are married with a million kids and celebrating your sixty-fifth wedding anniversary, don’t forget to send me a thank you card, yeah?”
“So you’re that sure,” I ask, smiling.
Her face turns serious, and she stops the incessant clicking. “If you two here today isn’t fate, then I don’t know what is.”
I want to scoff. Disagree. Ridicule her observation. But none of that happens. I flick my eyes up to Blake. “What do you think? Do you believe in fate?”
“Not enough to let you in my pants.”
“I could buy you a drink, though,” I suggest. “After this?”
Her body relaxes ever so slightly into mine. “Will you tell me about the girl?”
“Why? So you can tell me about the guy?” I retort. I hold her tighter and shift her closer, my arms wrapping around her middle, pressing her breasts right up against my chest. “Wouldn’t you rather forget they ever existed instead?”
“You up for the challenge?”
“Come here,” I murmur. Lightly, I rest my palm on the curve of her neck and raise my head till my lips are in line with hers, my intention to kiss her very clear.
Wordlessly, I give her the opportunity to say no. To look away. But when her eyes continue to hold my stare, and her tongue peeks out to lick her lipstick-coated bottom lip, the small distance between us becomes too much.
Guiding her to me, I gently press my lips to hers and enjoy the feel of someone’s mouth against mine for the first time in over a year. It’s a soft and delicate union that echoes none of the fervent need that’s coursing through my body right now. But it’s perfect. For this moment. For this woman. Because as the kiss naturally deepens, I realize the last thing I want her to think is that this is just about her body and me wanting to be inside of her.
Surprisingly, it’s only a small part of whatever this is. It’s the part I know with certainty that will come easy to us. But everything else, I want to enjoy finding out. I want to peel back all the layers and find out what it is about this woman that has me inside out just by looking at her.
We pull apart, both of us teetering on the edge of more and holding back, because this isn’t really the time or the place.
I watch her eyes flutter open and fall in lust with the red blush that’s currently decorating her cheeks. I did that.
“What’s his name?” I ask smugly.
“What?” she asks in a daze.
“Told you I could make you forget about him.”
Her lips split into the widest grin, and I’ve never felt such satisfaction in being the one to make someone smile.
Tilting my head to kiss her again, I’m reminded that Liza is just a few feet away when her phone rings.
“Shit, guys, we may have to reschedule this,” she says while putting her cell phone to her ear. “Hello.”
Wanting to be ready for my next move, I look back at Blake. “Get a drink with me.”
I don’t say the words as a question, or a demand, but it’s more like the only option I’m giving us, because more hours in her presence is all I want.
“Yeah?” She puts out there shyly.
“Yeah,” I answer with conviction. “Please.”
Nodding, she surprises me when she leans forward and presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth. “Let’s get out of here anyway.”
“You don’t want to finish the photo shoot?”
She shakes her head. “I think I got what I came for.”
Me too.
Just as we’ve decided to move on, Liza comes back in the room looking frazzled. “Sorry, guys, my sister’s water broke and I’ve got to go.”
“That’s okay,” Blake says. “We decided we’d end it here now anyway.”
“What? Why?” She narrows her eyebrows at us. “You’re leaving together, right?”
Chuckling, I hold on to Blake tighter. “Yeah, definitely together.”
Liza slides a hand in her back pocket and flicks a card onto the bed. “Why don’t you two stay here. I was staying here overnight because I had another shoot in the morning, and something tells me you guys will have a lot more fun here than I was going to.”