The vibrations flowing through her body from her climax made her weak, and she slunk down in her seat. Gen continued with the hungry kiss, her hand venturing back down, only to stop to mold her breast and tweak her swollen nipples, then in between her legs again where she swirled her fingers around Deborah’s throbbing pussy.
She could barely lift her gaze as Gen held up her hand wet with her juices then inserted a dripping finger between her lips and sucked. When Gen set her palm on her mouth, Deborah licked away her own fluid, the salty, tangy fluid somewhat unpleasant to her taste buds.
As Deborah’s loving wife and the best sexual partner she ever had watched in near rapture at her action, there was much more to come that would leave her a quivering and raw mess tomorrow.
CHAPTER TWO
“What if Gilberto hears us?” Deborah moaned while Gen lapped at the naked breast she’d taken out of her top. She held back a snicker, still tipsy from the champagne at the after party. So what if Gilberto their driver heard them? He’d heard enough from them in the past five years not to be surprised anymore.
“I pay the Mexican enough money for him to keep silent and not judge,” Gen replied in a lusty snarl and pulled on Deborah’s breast with her teeth.
She grimaced. She hated when Gen was vocal about her bigoted thoughts. One too many times she’d said things about her employees that really didn’t sit well with Deborah.
“God, I love how your nipples are always stiff for me.” Gen nibbled around her areola hard enough to make her dig her fingers in her ass in pain, not pleasure.
“Go deeper, love,” Gen commanded and raised her ass. Deborah hated doing it, but since Gen loved when she diddled her rosette, she couldn’t deny her. Gen always came faster when she finger-fucked her ass. The way she rode her finger gave her a good indication Gen would come soon.
Gen didn’t disappoint, and, clenching on Deborah’s finger, she rose up and gave her more bruising kisses.
“You’re in a mood tonight,” she said around her wife’s mouth and removed her finger, wishing she had a baby wipe.
“Yes!” Gen went lax for a moment, twitching. When she’d recovered from her climax, her lips engulfed Deborah’s nipple, much like a nursing baby. She had never experienced such a thing but could only imagine it felt like this.
“You were amazing, like always. I love you so much, my darling love.” Gen kissed her swiftly on the mouth and sat up, brushing away the damp strands of hair sticking to Deborah’s face.
“And I love you, my beautiful wife.” Exhaustion filtering through her, she covered her yawn with the back of her hand.
“No yawning. We have a full night ahead for us.” Gen opened her black clutch and handed her a baby wipe.
She cleaned her hands while Gen inspected her face in the compact she held up.
“You’d beat me if I fell asleep on you,” she joked lightly, resting her head on Gen’s shoulder. Gen’s hand shot out and squeezed her chin in a tight grip.
“Do not joke about that.” Her muscles strung tight as her hand shook.
She swiftly nodded and lifted her own shaking hand up to Gen’s forehead to remove the damp hair lying there. “I’m only playing,” she said as clearly as she could with Gen’s grip digging into her chin.
Gen finally released her and shook her head in disgust. “I hate when you use slang like some teen gangbanger from the streets. Correct yourself.”
She tilted her chin down, wanting to rub her burning skin but instead clenched one fist by her side. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to sound so crass. Can you forgive me?”
“Of course, dearling. Haven’t I always forgiven you for your silly mistakes?” She curved her arm around Deborah’s shoulder, brushing her nose on her cheek.
Sitting as motionless as possible, she tried to relax so Gen wouldn’t notice how edgy she was. She’d expected more than a verbal lashing. The reason had to be the amount of alcohol in Gen’s system and the multiple orgasms she gave her.
The car came to a stop, and, with one last loud kiss on her cheek, Gen opened the door and seized Deborah’s hand, not bothering to wait for Gilberto to do the honors.
The tall, dark-skinned, bearded man strode ahead and opened the mansion’s front door for the two women, where they were met by their housekeeper, Gilberto’s older sister, Teresa.
“Good evening, Mrs. and Mrs. Murnay. The opera was to your liking?” the short gray-haired woman asked in stilted English while she folded her hands in front of her stomach.
“La Traviata was done amazingly, like always,” Gen stated.
Before she could reply, Gen tugged her up the stairs. “You’re relieved of your duties for the evening,” she said to Teresa. “My wife and I have more celebrating to do for our anniversary.” She rushed up the stairs with Deborah stumbling after her.
Why is she in such a hurry? She barely kept up with her wife, who dashed down the hall in sandals that would’ve made almost anyone twist her ankle if she wore them while sprinting.
“You’re still horny?” she asked in a winded voice. Gen glanced over her shoulder and winked.
She did want to make love to Gen but hoped it would be sweeter and tender, although from the way the night had gone so far, that probably wouldn’t happen. She would hate to fake her orgasm, but since all she wanted was to go to sleep, she’d do her best to give Gen her climax as quickly as she possible.
When she entered their bedroom suite, Gen slammed the door shut and backed Deborah into it, pressing her mouth to hers and mimicking with her tongue what she’d surely do to her elsewhere in a few minutes. She moaned loudly, and Gen reached under her top, squeezing and twisting her nipples back into tight little buds.
“Do you want me?” Gen drifted down and nibbled on the side of Deborah’s neck. She tilted her head, giving better access. The way Gen tugged on her skin with her teeth would leave a noticeable bruise there by tomorrow.
“Y-yes. I always want you.” She closed her eyes as Gen slipped her hand in the waistband of her skirt and rubbed her stomach where her chain hung.
“I have a special surprise for you. Get undressed and lie on the bed.”
She walked to the bed and took off her top and unzipped her skirt. Her clothes puddled at her feet. As Gen toed off her sandals, she entered the walk-in closet. She glanced at the dresser where the gift still lay and went to pick it up. She turned when Gen entered the room, wearing nothing and tapping a flat slim white box. “Look at you, with your tits and ass on display for me,” Gen crooned. “Get on the bed.”
Her stomach clenched, and her thighs quivered from the way Gen’s nostrils flared, her face lustful. She nodded and held the present toward her wife. “I forgot to give you your gift before we left for the opera tonight. Do you want to open it before we go further? I’d love for you to wear it as you loved seeing me wear your gift.”