Page 54 of Family Affair

He moved the straps of her top off her shoulders and her entire back was bared to his hands. Oh, his touch was divine.

His fingers no longer soothed but brought on another, different kind of pain blooming inside her. She scissored her legs, trying to get comfortable, and moaned, and her dark angel murmured something in response. He knew just what she wanted. His breath fanned her neck as he leaned over her and bit the tender place where the neck meets the shoulder, suckling, licking the sensitive spot.

He kissed her shoulders and back, his hands moving to her hips, caressing the swell of her behind.

His hands, his kisses were melting her from within.

He kept sliding down, lower and lower, until he pressed his lips to her lower back. It tickled, and a slow throb started between her legs, forcing her to move her hips in a blatant invitation.

Suddenly, she was flipped on her back. She could now see him in the shadows of the room, all dark eyes and shaggy hair and broad shoulders. She clutched at his shoulders, kneading the material of his shirt, wishing for a feel of naked skin under her hands.

He went down to kiss her navel, licking into it, nibbling just below. She started thrashing and couldn’t stop. She might have said something, repeated it over and over, because he gave a hoarse chuckle and replied, talking to her in low tones that calmed and excited her at the same time.

And then he pulled up and kissed her on the mouth, giving her a full blast of his smell, his taste.

She’d been right all along, he did taste of almonds.

She kissed him back, greedily drinking him in, sucking air through her nose to smell him deeper, gorging on the sensations. She craved him. Oh, she knew it now, he was the one…

She clutched at him harder, trying to bring him all the way down and make him lay on top of her. She wanted to press her aching pelvis to his and rub until the ache disappeared in a blast of pleasure, but he was so much stronger, and he wouldn’t let her. He wouldn’t follow her lead, but he knew what she needed.

He sat up, slid his fingers under the elastic waistband, and took her panties right off. As air touched her overheated swollen folds, she spread her legs as far wide as she could in an effort to relieve the need to rub. He made a strangled sound, put his hands under her butt spreading her wider still and kissed her there, openmouthed, sliding his tongue in and over her.

Nothing in the world mattered any more. Coco combed her fingers through his hair, sifted through it tenderly, sliding closer and closer. Her darling, her lover, her love…

She dissolved in a burst of brilliant sparks, and floated.