Page 46 of Secret Silver Nights

Moments later he came out of the kitchen with a wine bucket and two glasses. In the meantime, Monique had picked up her gown and now carried it over her arm. She was still wearing Niko’s jacket. And the heels.

“Wait here.” Niko walked up the stairs and disappeared. When he returned, his hands were empty. Without a word he walked over and picked up Monique.

“What are you doing?” she said with a gasp, having been taken totally by surprise.

“Isn’t it obvious?” He began walking up the stairs as though she were as light as a feather. “I’m sweeping you off your feet.”

They reached the master suite, which offered an unobstructed view of the heart of San Francisco. Lights twinkled from afar, rivaling the stars for brightness. Low flames burned in the fireplace. The music surrounded them. It was like a fairy tale.

“You lit candles?” Monique exclaimed softly when he returned with the wine. “And the fire.” Her voice was hushed.

“I like how it sets the mood.” He walked to her and put his arms around her. “Ms. Slater, are you in the mood?”

The song changed. Strands of the prelude to a slow jam by Bruno Mars filled the room. Its melody was sweet, and sexy, like the moment. Niko began to rock back and forth, dancing with Monique in his arms. She placed her arms around his neck.

“What in the world am I doing here?”

“What you’ve been wanting to do for a long time. What we’ve both wanted.” They kissed again. Niko’s hand eased inside the tuxedo jacket and across her skin. Monique, normally not known as the aggressor, deepened the kiss and pressed her body against him. He moaned. She nipped his neck.

Playtime was over.

Niko guided her to sit on the edge of the bed. Looking into her eyes, he slowly removed one sandal, and then the other, all the while putting whispery kisses on her ankle, calf, knee, thigh…

Monique gasped and lay back.

“That’s right,” he whispered, his breath hot on her inner thigh, his mustache tickling her sensitive skin. “Relax and enjoy.” With infinite patience, he ran a finger along the rim of her thong, pulling the flimsy material aside. He kissed her in the most intimate of ways, his tongue running between her already wet folds, over and again. She spread her legs. He took her unspoken suggestion to go deeper: licking, nipping, driving her wild. Soon a strong, long forefinger joined in the dance. He sucked her pebbled pearl into his mouth, while stroking to give her pleasure. Before Monique knew it, she was shaking, screaming, as an orgasm more intense than she’d ever felt erupted.

“Niko!”

“Yes?” He stood, removed his clothes.

“That…was…amazing.”

She hadn’t seen amazing until she opened her eyes and looked at him. She raised up to better admire the view. There, in the shadow of the fire, he looked like a sculpted god: arms, chest and legs toned and muscled. Not too much, but just right. What captivated Monique most of all was the muscle between his legs, hard and thick, ready for action. She wasn’t a virgin, but Monique knew she’d never experienced someone like him in her life. After reaching into his pants pocket for a condom, he lay on the bed.

“Come here.”

She complied. The dance began again, his kisses, all over her face. Leisurely, thoroughly, they tasted each other, exploring what both had so long admired, languishing in the knowledge that they were safely away from prying eyes. Here, they weren’t Niko Drake and Monique Slater the mayoral candidates. Here they were two people making sweet love.

He lowered his head and kissed her neck and shoulders, running his finger over one breast and the next. Lower still, and he pulled a nipple into his mouth. Monique tried to reciprocate and kiss him where she could.

“Relax and enjoy,” he said again. And she did.

After running his tongue all over her body, he covered her, running a finger along her nether lips. “Mmm, you’re so wet and ready for me.”

“Yes.” Boldly, she reached for his weighty shaft, ran her finger around its mushroom tip. His eyes bored into hers as she stroked him. Long. Thick. Amazing.

He entered her, oh, so slowly, filling her fuller than she ever had been. He’d pull out a bit and push in deeper, over and again, until they were truly one. After several seconds, her body relaxed and adjusted to his girth. He moaned, shifted his hips and began a familiar thrusting as old as time. Monique matched his rhythm, lifting herself to meet his plunging heat.

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