Tony didn’t say a word all the way home. Poor thing, he must be more frustrated than her. Once they arrived, he headed straight for the bedroom.
Buttons popped as he practically ripped his shirt off. “Come here.”
Jennifer’s insides were jittery. Tony looked so dark, almost angry. When she got within reach, he grasped her blouse and tore it open. Her breath caught. This close, she saw the fiery lust in his eyes.
As he pulled her into his arms with force, she said, “That was a good blouse.”
“I’ll buy you another,” he mouthed against her lips, and then ground his lips upon hers.
Her arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer as he worked at her bra. She wanted him so bad she trembled. Even their kiss seemed separate. She wanted to be a part of him, wished she could take his breath into her, let it sink into her being. She moaned and sucked on his bottom lip.
Tony’s tongue swiped hers as his kiss deepened, demanding her surrender. Changing tactics, his lips softened, his tongue caressing hers gently. Tenderly, he nibbled his way to her ear and whispered, “I love you.”
“I love you,” she groaned, arching backwards as his lips continued down her throat. Her hands dug into his bunched biceps as his tongue swirled around her nipple. Heat, powerful and overwhelming shot from her stomach, spreading outward, seeming to touch every nerve in her body.
His hands fumbled with the fastening of her skirt, and then he pushed it down. Tony’s mouth returned to her breast and she groaned loudly as wet heat surrounded the nub. Abruptly, he picked her up and carried her to the bed. Jennifer stretched out, arms over her head, like a sacrificial lamb.
Hard, the tip glistening, his erection made her lick her lips in anticipation. The dark look on his face matched his erection—both looked dangerous. Tony slid his hands up her thighs, and teased her by slipping his fingers on either side of the satin trim. He rubbed gently, but didn’t dip beneath the material.
When his head bent, she closed her eyes and then moaned as his hot mouth closed over her cloth-covered mons. His mouth and chin moved up and down, and she cried out, something wordless and meaningless.
Her panties were soaked and she ached so much, Jennifer was sure she would explode at his first touch there. Opening her eyes, she watched as Tony caressed her with his face, breathing in her scent. He reminded her of a large cat, marking its territory. Seeing her eyes upon him, he grinned. Those brilliant white teeth came down and he grazed the silk with them and pulled. The bare touch of her panties hitting her when he released the fabric made her squirm.
“Stop torturing me.”
“Not so, my sweet.” Tony stopped his teasing and placed his hands on the string ties of her panties. They were her sexiest pair and she’d worn them for this occasion. They came undone with one tug and he let the material fall. His dark eyes held hers as he descended.
Hot wetness on slippery heat was too much. Jennifer whimpered and grasped the sheets with her hands as his tongue plunged between her lower lips.
“Yes.” She screamed, arching, pushing her groin towards him. His hands held her cheeks and he pulled her bottom toward him.
Stabbing fire as his tongue worked magic between her moist center. A hoarse groan escaped her as an orgasm shot through her. Instead of easing, it built, until she thrashed upon the sheets, screaming out her pleasure.
It was seconds later before she realized no movement came from Tony. Glancing down, she saw he still crouched there, a wicked grin plastered on his face.
“More?”
He knew she couldn’t take anymore. “No.” She wiggled her fingers at him. “My turn.”
Looking pleased, he crawled toward her. Jennifer scooted down, waiting for him to get into the right position. His lovely staff hung over her face. She ran her tongue along its length and her hands up both thighs.
When she took all of him inside her mouth, he moaned. Surprisingly, she felt as hot as she had when he’d pleasured her. She wanted him, all of him, and moved towards the base, filling her mouth. Jennifer suckled while gently caressing his balls.
“Yes, baby,” he growled, thrusting downward.
She sucked harder as she felt his flesh grow even more rigid. His juices hit her mouth forcefully, and she continued a soft suctioning as he climaxed.
They both slumped for long minutes afterwards, content in cuddling.
Jennifer played with the curls on Tony’s chest and giggled. “We broke the rule.”
His chest moved as he chuckled. “Sure did.”
She raised up and looked into his face. “No trip to Europe.”
He shrugged. “Doesn’t really matter.” His dark eyes caught hers. ”It was worth breaking.”
“Yes, it was.” She caressed his nipple and watched his eyes darken more.
“Care to break them again?”
“My thoughts exactly.” She picked up his hand and kissed the palm.
Tony grabbed her, pulling her body across his. “This time I want full body contact.”
“And maybe overtime play.” Jennifer laughed. But then Tony kissed and her all humorous thoughts fled.
Chapter Eleven
“Sorry you lost the challenge.” Liz looked as disappointed a she thought they felt.
“No biggie.” Jennifer smiled. “We had fun and learned a few things.”
“Like exhibitionism is fun?” Liz teased.
Picking up her drink, she replied, “I admit...it had its moments, but I meant other things.”
Liz and Rob stared at her, clearly mystified.
She glanced at Tony and he grinned, seeming to be on her wavelength. “We learned not to take each other for granted.”
“Not to stop making an effort to enjoy spontaneous situations,” Tony added.
Holding his hand, she squeezed her approval. Turning back to her friends, she said, “We learned we must take time to be together, no matter how busy we are.”
“I’m glad you aren’t stuck in a rut anymore. You learned so much, maybe we should take some of our own medicine,” Liz laughed.
Tony and she joined in with her. “I have a feeling you already do that,” she commented.
The exotic couple across from them smiled broadly, seemingly glad their friends thought them so happily married, even if their methods were often questionable.
Their talk turned to the new project Tony was working on. Jennifer listened with half an ear, content in her own thoughts. She didn’t think she could be happier than she was at this time in her life. Tony and she had almost lost something precious to them, but had rediscovered it. Maybe the method was kinky and effective, and she wasn’t sure if they’d do any of those risky activities again. But, then again, who knew what the future held for them. Endless pleasure, she hoped.
The End
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