Page 66 of The Scent of Intuition
She gasped in protest.
He wrapped her in the towel, feeling the heat loss from the water on her wet skin.
He took her in his arms and picked her up, carrying her to the table by the wall.
The table on which he usually folded towels was sturdy, modest, but smooth.
Her mouth was on his, unable to let go, and he certainly didn’t want her to leave him. Ever.
He set her on the table, so the towel fell off her, a layer between her soft skin and the hard wooden surface.
Alfie spread her legs, and she complied. He took a position standing between her legs and put his right hand back. She fell back as he inserted his middle and index fingers at once, so his thumb could find her pearl. With his left arm, he caught her just when she gasped with pleasure.
She arched back and cupped his face, pulling him in for the deepest kiss in his life. He could feel her in his bones, so passionate was her kiss. Her tongue was clumsy, fresh, innocent, needy, and ready for him.
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He kissed herwith vigor as if he were speaking to her insides. She could feel a ripple of emotion through her entire body when he flicked his tongue and his hand… oh his hand… coherent thoughts left Bea’s mind. This was forbidden, and it should be. Now that she felt him like this, she was addicted. She wanted more of him, and she wanted him entirely.
“Deeper!” She cried into his mouth, unable to stop exploring his mouth with her tongue. She felt his large, sharp teeth.
She leaned back and let her wet hair fall back. Propped on her elbows, she freed his left hand, and he grabbed her breasts. Oh, how marvelous. Magical tingling rushed through her.
His hand covered her breasts. Then he kissed her jawline. Then, her chin. And he went down to the nape of her neck, along her décolletage, and down to—oh!
He took her nipple between his teeth, and… her heart nearly jumped out of her chest.
She felt his hand so deep, as if it were in her throat, reaching through her body to her heart and enchanting her. This was a life-changing experience, and she grabbed his head.
Driving her right hand through his hair, she tried to remain propped up on her elbow, but when he let go of her right nipple with his mouth and brought his free hand there, he took the other nipple in his mouth and did the same thing.
The same magical kiss.
She collapsed onto the table. Her legs spread wide as she was offering herself up. He was dressed and feasting on her body while giving her something she never knew existed.
And then she tensed.
For a moment he paused. “Do you want to finish?”
She didn’t know. She was certainly not done. Her lips were swollen, her nipples hard, her center throbbing for him to resume.
“If you like this first finish, we can start anew, and you can have another.”
“Another?”
He nodded.
“Promise?” Urgency colored her voice.
“Yes,” he panted. “Any time.”
And with a swift motion, he did something with his hand that filled her more, stretched her more, and then he moved. His hand on her breast, he kneaded her nipple most expertly, anticipating the sensations she’d need before she even knew. And he came down with his mouth, further down, until his thumb flicked her bean up and he took it in his mouth.
A scream pierced the silence. It was hers.
He exhaled, and heat overcame her as he sucked, stroked, and whatever it was that he did; Bea’s vision failed. Her skin tingled where he touched her in the best way imaginable. With his gentle kisses, she discovered new sensations her body was capable of. Somehow, he knew her body even better than she did, and she wondered if it could be true for her heart.
Then it happened.
