Toni rolled onto her back and smiled at Heath. Heathcliff, she mouthed at him.
He made a face as he edged closer. She laughed, and he followed suit, but his laughter died when he propped his hands next to her head and stared broodingly at her mouth.
“Oh no. Don’t stop; it’s a nice laugh,” she encouraged.
The way he stared at her lips made her think he was memorizing every crease and dent in her mouth.“I’d rather shut up and hear yours,” he admitted.
She ran her index finger over his raspy, darkly shadowed jaw. “Heathcliff. I happen to like your name very much. I’ve been in love with Heathcliff ever since I read Wuthering Heights.” At his blank look, she effusively explained, “The passionate love affair, so dark and stormy and poignant. And a haunting.” She smiled when she got a reaction. “See, I can tell you liked the sound of that.”
“No. I liked your big, wide, scared eyes when you said haunting.”
His smile was holding, and Toni felt giddy at how beautiful it was. “Seriously, why don’t you use it? Your name?” she asked.
“Why don’t you use Antonia?”
She pulled a face, and he chuckled.
“Ahh, I pressed a button. Antonia.”
“Heathcliff.”
“Antonia.”
“Heathcliff.”
What began as play made their smiles fade, sensual awareness creeping over them. His eyes clouded as he bent his head. He gazed at her lips once more, then wet the corner of her mouth with the tip of his tongue.“You’re very beautiful,Antonia.”A wet flick of his tongue caressed the other side of her lips. She opened her mouth, but he only breathed into her. “Has Grey spanked you?”
“Yes.” Kiss me, Heath.
“Tied you up?”
; “Yes.” Lick me up—oh, god, please kiss me.
He slipped his hand up her tummy. “Do you have little toys?” “Just a-a dildo.”
“What does he do with a dildo, Antonia?”
“I put it inside her.” She closed her eyes when Grey captured her arms above her head. Heath continued stroking her torso, his hand velvet, skimming up to her throat.
“He watches when he puts it inside you?”
Grey’s mouth was on her fingers, nipping the tips.“I watch her take it all the way into her sweet, wet little cunt, then come all over it.”
Heath studied her breasts. The nipples were wet and puckered tight, and he seemed to like watching them jolt when he brushed his thumbs across them. “He likes control, and you like to lose it?”
She squirmed. “Maybe I am going to torture you men for a change and—ooh, oh Heath!” Her hips rose when he buried his thumb inside her pussy.
“ Ooh, what, Antonia?” He withdrew to tease her clit with his index finger, his midnight eyes watching the folds spread and wet for him.The tendons in his neck worked as he swallowed.
“Ooh yes, ooh yes,” she said, moving to his hand.
“Not until you tell Grey what I did to you.”
“Grey.”
“What did he do to you,Toni?”