Page 26 of DeLucas After Dark

“In a manner of speaking.” Valentino says as he rubs a thumb against my bottom lip.

“What happens if I guess wrong?”

“Don’t.” This time Valentino’s warm breath caresses my ear. The dark intent in his voice sends delicious shivers through my body.

“Then your clues better be easy.” I stick out my tongue, but Valentino captures it, sucking it into his mouth.

Whereas Tácito is reverent when he kisses me, Valentino is domineering. Demanding. Devouring. I gasp and he takes advantage, commanding my submission while he feeds from me. Even at his gentlest, Valentino dominates, and I can’t help but to love the different ways in which my husbands adore me with their bodies.

To think I once thought to run from them. Thought I never deserved their devotion. I was such a fool. Thank God for my husbands’ persistence.

“Are we putting a hold on the surprise? If so, I’m game.” Tácito’s hand creeps up my thigh.

I pull away from Valentino’s kiss and grasp Tácito’s hand to stop him from discoveringmylittle surprise. “Bring on the next clue.”

Although I want to get what they’ve promised, they’ve also sparked my desire. The thick sweater I’m wearing teases my hardened nipples and my pussy plays the opening notes of Floetry’sSay Yes.

I swallow the words that would have them forego their plans to fuck me. If they tag team now, I’ll be comatose before I get my mystery gift.

The air fills with their suspicion, and Tácito has yet to retract his hand from my leg.

“Well?”

My prompt causes the air around me to shift. The next thing I know, something cool presses against my lips. I open my mouth and food is gently slipped in. Without being able to see, I concentrate on the textures and flavors. There is a familiar fresh but slightly bitter flavor that isn’t unpleasant. Paired with the chewy texture of what I think is pasta, it tastes really good the longer I chew.

Unfortunately, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to be guessing with this clue. I can tell it’s Italian, but we eat Italian all the time. Between Tácito’s Mexican heritage, Valentino’s Italian background, and my African American ancestry, our house is a literal melting pot of cultural foods.

“I think you’ve stumped her with this one, Tácito.”

“Umm, can it be as simple as I think it is?”

“That depends, what do you think it is?” Tácito asks.

“Well… It’s Italian food, but there must be more to it than that.”

A brief pause follows my guess. I suspect they’re signing to each other. I open my mouth to protest but…

“We’ll accept your response.” Valentino’s minty breath fanning against my face is my only warning before he takes my mouth.

I raise my hands to hold onto him as he swallows my moans and deepens the kiss until I don’t know where I begin and he ends. He takes my hands and interlaces our fingers before propelling me backward.

With my hands pinned above my head, I’m defenseless to Valentino’s seduction. My body burns, reignited by the fire of his passion. I writhe beneath him, rubbing my thighs together. I need to be touched so bad.

Another pair of lips kisses the sliver of exposed skin between my socks and dress.

Tácito.

He inches slowly upward, bunching my dress as he goes. I’m too mindless to remember why it’s a bad idea for him to do what he’s doing when it feels so good. He licks a path up my thighs until cool air brushes against my pussy.

I gasp and Valentino swallows that as he’s done with every other noise I’ve made. Gently but determinedly, Tácito pulls my knees apart.

“Madre de Dios, gracias por este bendicion.”

Too late, I realize what their earlier pause was about. I try to twist out of Valentino’s hypnotic kiss before I can’t stop what’s about to happen.

I free my mouth in time to groan, “Fuck,” as Tácito closes his lips around my clit and sucks.

He pins my knees to the floor, while his greedy moans send shockwaves through my body.

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