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This was getting heavy and taking us far away from any kind of horizontal mambo. “That’s exactly what I did. I could be in Jersey right now with my own crew. Working my way up to being a made man.”
She fastened me with a righteous glare. “Cosmetic chemistry is a far cry from organized crime, not that I don’t admire your pluck.”
“I have other admirable qualities.”
She grinned mischievously. “Oh yeah? I see some of them, what are the others?”
I sat up straight. Go ahead, get a good look. “I’m a one-woman man, I don’t fool around. I’m honest to a fault.” I pointed to the sleeping dog. “Most animals and grandmothers love me.”
She sat nodding the entire time. “And you told the mob to fuck off. Wow!” She got up from her place on the bed, strolled to the igloo, and grabbed two more beers. That’s when I saw she wasn’t wearing panties. I leaned back on the headboard and bit my knuckle. Somehow, as if by prayer, she wound up straddling my lap, beers, and all. “You’re really pretty to look at!”
I accepted a beer and drew off the top. I smirked at her. “Pretty?”
That’s when her beer ended up on the night table and her hand caught my shoulder. “Yeah, ‘cause when you’re this much of a badass, you can be pretty.” Her lips ended up on my forehead, her breasts bobbling under my chin. I wanted to feel those soft globes in my hands. My fingers walked under her sleep shirt without conscious thought. Diana sat back on my thighs and hooked a fingernail under the Velcro of my jams. “Mmm… I’ll bet you’re pretty when you’re naked too.”
I felt the blush across my face, as I held her by the cheeks of her bare ass. “I know you’re pretty when you’re naked. Red bikini, remember? Let’s see the rest.” The pizza box slid off the queen size bed. I found out exactly how pretty she is. She’s a vision naked. She’s also pretty loud, she’s pretty horny, and she’s pretty good at everything she does.
I grinned down at her and whispered, warm and slow. “You know to rev me up.”
Her hand skated over my jams. “I rev every part of you.”
I took her hand and kissed it. “Yes, you do.” I slid her arm around my neck and rolled her into a deeper kiss. Her sleepshirt slid up as her knee rose to catch me closer. My hand moved to smooth the shirt but then I decided to caress her thigh and caught her firmly into me.
Her fingers traveled to my back, and her palm skated down toward my waist. “Did I see you bought us a box of goodies?”
I caught sight of the box of thirty condoms and winced. “Yeah, that number doesn’t make you think I’m a sex fiend, does it?” I wagged my brows at her.
She ground down on me with a vengeance and bent to whisper. “Just thirty? I hope we have enough.” She bounced off the bed and came back making it rain with tiny cellophane packets. “Please tell me these aren’t temporary tattoos.”
I blinked hard. “What?”
She held one packet in two fingers. “As the referee says, allez.”
I broke out in a contagious chuckle. “Yes, that’s what the referee says to start the bout. But en-garde is the command to get into position.”
“Fencing is so romantic.”
“Yeah, especially when I thrust to the hilt.”
I lowered my lips to hers and Diana lost herself in the kiss. A sliver of her tongue split my lips and I met her touch for touch in a heady dance. She fell into me pressing me back, flat on the bed. My hands never faltered as I caught her in all the right places. My hips rose to meet hers. Her back bowed to get closer to me. Eyes closed, still kissing, her fingers found their way to my waistband. The Velcro screamed as she fiendishly dove behind the fabric to feel me.
I groaned. Diana looked down at her sleepshirt “What a tease for the designer to print roses across my boobs.”
I chuckled and crooked a finger at her. “It’s cute. Let me see if they printed the fabric perfectly over each one.” I moved the fabric back and forth over her nipples, amused as they peaked with the friction. “Perfect.”
“Perfect?”
“The flowers are a bit off-center, but what I'm touching is pure perfection.” Her nipples responded to my gentle caress as she lay back in invitation. My lips blessed her earlobe with a gentle inhalation as I began an onslaught down her neck and across her collarbone. Her scent was smoky and sweet in her excitement. We were heading for some new euphoria. I never imagined our chance meeting would bring us here. Is she the one? Am I ready for ‘the one?’ My hands dove beneath her sleepshirt and tossed it across the room. All rational thought ceased.
“Could you do this to me all night?”
I said a prayer for that. “I’ll sure try.” I reached for the condom square and stopped. “I’m wearing too many clothes.” I rolled off her and slithered out of my jams. But she was focused. Before I could tear the condom packet, she was polishing me like a prized trophy. All I could do was surrender. “Ah, jeez, Diana, you’ve got to …”
She kneeled over me, tearing the packet carefully. She regarded it like one would examine a jewel. With a pinch of the tip, she put it in her mouth. One sweet hand wrapped around my cock and then it was party time. I thought she almost deep-throated me as she rolled the condom down. Thank you, Diana.
She tested my sensitivity with a light fingertip down my shaft. I wanted to giggle, but that’s just not manly. Her hand covered my hardened flesh, and then she breathed onto my root and ran her fingers across my groin. My hips twitched, and she grabbed my thighs. “Are you teasing me?” She let go and my lively flesh sprang toward her. “See, he likes you.”
Diana licked her lips and shook her head. “Can’t call him little Gideon.”
