Page 24 of Sugar, Spice, and Magical Midlife

And then he trailed kisses across my jawline before his lips finally found mine. He tasted like strawberry daiquiri and spice and something feral that I couldn’t name. I was going to burst into a thousand fragments as fire raced through my veins. Before I knew what I was doing, I found myself straddling his waist, clinging to his muscular back while deepening the kiss and grinding against his very thick and stiff protrusion.

He had to have been packing a taurus horn. Nobody wasthatbig. Then again, I’d only ever had one other before him. Silly me, keeping the first catch of the day when there were obviously much bigger fish in the sea.

“I want you,mi amor,”he murmured against my lips while his hand roved my back before settling on my bra clasp.

I sighed into his mouth when his hands flattened across my back. A million thoughts raced through my brain. He wanted me! And I wanted him. So very badly. So why wasn’t he unclasping my bra?

Much to my chagrin, he broke the kiss, grasping my shoulders while searching my gaze, molten lava swirling in his eyes. “May I take it off?”

I eagerly nodded, and then he was unfastening my bra, not with clumsy cucumber fingers, but with one deft stroke, as if he’d been practicing this his entire life. I swallowed as he slipped the straps off my shoulders, and I wondered, if he had managed to unclasp my bra so easily, would he also find my g-spot without a compass, a map, and an electronic GPS? I shouldn’t get my hopes up, but a girl could dream.

And then my bra fell off. He was considerate enough to toss it onto the pool decking as my nipples pebbled in the cool air.

“Qué bonita,” he growled as he cupped each breast in his warm, calloused hands, scraping my nipples with his thumbs.

My head involuntarily rolled back as a groan escaped me. Never had I felt anything so exquisite. And he was only at second base. Goddess help me.

His eyes shifted completely into two feline slits and his nose flattened as he raised me up until his head was level with my chest. My breath caught when he took a nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around my sensitive flesh.

I stiffened in his arms, so consumed by the flame that I couldn’t think, much less breathe as he feasted on one breast and then the other, treating my nipples as if they were manna from heaven.

His nostrils flared as he let out a deep purr that rattled my insides while looking up at me through glowing eyes. “Do you trust me?”

Too stunned or horny to speak, I bobbled my head like a doll with a broken neck.

He rolled my nipples between thick fingers. “Are you sure, mi amor?”

I sucked in a hiss while squirming in his arms. “Yes, yes, just please don’t stop.”

And before I knew what was happening, he was lifting me out of the water and carrying me to a padded wicker chaise loungewide enough for three people. He laid me across the mattress as if he was gently setting a babe in a crib and then stripped off my panties.

I felt so exposed as the cool air blew across my sensitive flesh, and all I could think was thank the Goddess I’d let Ethyl convince me to wax down there. A shiver coursed through me as I held my arms out to him.

“In a moment, mi amor,” he said with a wink as he handed me a fluffy towel. “I want to taste you first.”

I clutched the towel to my chest. Taste me?

But before I could ask, he crawled toward me like a feline on the prowl, his hungry gaze settling on the juncture between my legs. My thighs involuntarily spread as he licked those full lips.

Was he really going to eat me?

But then he dug his fingers into my flesh, spreading my legs wider before lapping up my sex with one long stroke of his tongue, his purr so deep and powerful, it felt like a vibrator on steroids.

Holy hex!

I was ready to come after one lick.

He licked me again, like a kitten lapping up milk, the vibration in his tongue setting every nerve ending on fire and making me swell like a balloon about to pop. Goddess, this beast didn’t just find my g-spot. He summoned it like a necromancer resurrecting the dead. And then just like an apex predator, he went in for the kill, sucking my swollen nub with a low, deep rumble while his tongue swirled across my slit before diving deep inside and pummeling my dripping sheath as if he owned it. I didn’t have time to warn him as I sucked in a gasp and exploded, the orgasm rolling through me with the force of an earthquake.

The cruel beast didn’t stop and let me savor the orgasm. No. He swirled his tongue around my nub until my heart felt ready toburst as I came again and again. After I’d come more times than I could count, I draped my arm across my forehead with a groan. My ferocious feline crawled up the length of my body, holding me close while I tried to catch my breath.

My first multiple orgasms, all from oral sex.

If this was what it felt like to be eaten by a cat of prey, Goddess make me a gazelle in my next life.

WHO WAS I TO SAY NOwhen my ravenous lion asked me to go to bed with him? Especially not when he promised more licking. If oral sex was an Olympic sport, this guy deserved a gold medal. Heck, he deserved a whole trophy case of medals. And I knew it was wrong to compare, but my ex-husband wouldn’t have even qualified to be on the Australian breakdancing equivalent of muff munching. So, yeah, I was eager to spend the night with my Latin lover.

Just like a perfect gentleman, Ric carried me to his bedroom and laid me on his massive, four-poster bed. I barely got a look at the furnishings, but from what I could tell, the room was grand, just like the rest of his house.

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