Page 19 of Dream Lover
Joe didn’t hesitate to go for the gusto. There wasn’t much finesse to it, and it was a bit sloppy. Madame saw it too.
“You two watch Niko and myself.” Madame Bisset demonstrated leaning into one another slowly. Tension started whirling around the two. “Sometimes, I understand that passion takes over. Eagerness for avec la langue. Or a kiss with the tongue. Un baiser amoureux, a lover’s kiss should be passionate, engaging, and only between the two of you. Observe.”
Niko moved in, his lips touching Madame Bisset’s. They began to move together, each pulling the other closer until their fronts were completely touching. That was when the fire hit them. You could pinpoint the second it ignited for them.
After a few moments, Madame pulled away, her face flushed. She cleared her throat. “See the difference?” She didn’t wait for a response. “Okay, your turn.”
Kissing was where Quinn and I excelled. I hadn’t kissed her since the poker games, and being eager to taste her lips again was putting it mildly.
Her beautiful eyes met mine. They were swimming with so much emotion.
I could hear someone in the background complaining about their teeth clanking together, but I filtered the noise out. My focus was on the sexy woman in my arms.
Cupping her jaw, all I needed was instinct with Quinn.
Her breath fanned over my lips, touching them softly, feeling and learning every inch of her perfect mouth. She met me move for move, each of us inching closer to one another.
The kiss deepened and filled with a fiery passion that consumed me, burning me from the inside out. Her lips parted in invitation and I accepted, greedily hungry for her. Fireworks big and booming like the Fourth of July celebrations I went to as a kid rocketed behind my eyes. My tongue slid against Quinn’s, and the sweetest purr escaped her lips. We had perfect chemistry. Undeniable chemistry.
“Yes. Yes.” Madame Bisset clapped, pulling us apart. A growl escaped my throat, and Quinn giggled. “Quinn and Conner, that is what I want to see. Real genuine passion.”
“Passion until you interrupted.”
Madame Bisset smiled. “Passion like that is never interrupted.”
She was unbelievably right.
I didn’t miss the dirty looks shot our way from the group. Seems we were going to get that prize when the week ended. However, my eyes were on a much bigger and better one.
Quinn
Touch My Butt And Buy Me Tacos!
“Drum roll please.”No one moved. “Or not.” Rebecca rolled her eyes at the group. “I’ll give you one guess why we brought you here today. Anyone? Come on. Not even one guess. You guys are so lame. Couples massages.” She bounced up and down eagerly.
Conner squeezed my hip, and butterflies fluttered in the pit of my stomach. Were we getting massages together, or were we giving each other a massage? Rebecca hadn’t clarified, and I wasn’t going to be the one to ask her. Either way would work for me.
“This should be fun.” Conner’s breath caressed the shell of my ear along with his torturous lips. Lips I spent my night dreaming about. Yesterday when we locked lips to say sparks flew would be an inadequate description. It was so much more, and I could feel it everywhere.
It was why it bothered me he hadn’t pushed for anything more when we were alone at night. True, I didn’t push for more either, but his time was running out and fast. I thought he wanted this, and I needed to find out if I was right or wrong about him.
Please let me be right about him.
Our group moved through a breezeway and into a courtyard that had several white tents set up. The fabric blew slightly in the wind as we made our way into the gazebo in the middle of the tents.
A man with longish brown hair stood in front of a fountain with a statue of a naked woman in the center resembling a fertility goddess.
“Hello, welcome to couple massage 101. I will be your guide today. My name is Steven, but my friends call me Steve.”
Steven was a bit eccentric dressed in white linen pants and a tie-dye t-shirt with a black peace sign in the center. The purple tinted round glasses reminded me of Woodstock.
He went around our group asking for introductions.
“Everyone, pop a squat anywhere you’d like, but stay with your partner. Today I will be teaching you about tantric massage. Now wipe those smirks off your faces. Tantric massage isn’t about receiving an orgasm. Though that might be the result for some.” He winked, and my stomach flipped. “The goal is to be in touch with your partner and their needs to please them. Some of you may need to learn how to give, and some of you may need to work on receiving pleasure. Today is about connecting with your partner not only on a physical level but mentally. Trust and communication are important in every relationship. I want each of you to face your partner and place your hands together palm to palm then close your eyes.”
Steven motioned with his hands. “Move so you two are facing one another.” We followed instructions, moving our bean bags with us. Yes, we were sitting on bean bags, which I hadn’t done in a really long time and was bringing up some awesome memories.
Conner grabbed my hands and pressed his palms to mine. My eyes drifted closed. Soft music played in the background. Other than that, the scene was serene.
