“All in all yes, but not entirely. It doesn’t matter now, though.”
“Are you sure?”
She closed her eyes and drew in a deep breath. “I work with different people every week, and I never know what to expect. I may think I know, but there are always surprises.”
He squeezed her hand. “Not good ones?”
“No, never good ones.”
He brought her hand to his lips. “Don’t I qualify?”
The devilish glint in his light eyes made her laugh. “Yes, you’re a delicious surprise.” She leaned close to kiss him, and he lay back and pulled her down on his chest.
“If we don’t get too rambunctious, I’ll be fine,” he promised.
“What if I get rambunctious and you just lie back and enjoy it?” She ran her fingertips down his arm in a teasing caress.
He moaned way back in his throat. “I’ve really missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too.” She slicked his hair out of his eyes, ran her hands down his belly and unzipped his shorts without breaking eye contact. “Condoms?”
“Pocket, but I don’t want you to think…”
She silenced him with a lavish kiss that made him breathless. “Let’s not think.” She leaned back to pull his shorts down his legs and took care not to brush his skinned knee. He’d gone commando, and she raked her fingertips across his bare belly and watched him grow hard. “Take off your shirt.”
He yanked it over his head and threw it aside. “You ought to remove something.”
“Maybe after dinner.” She pulled her hair out of the braid and leaned over to swish the gentle curls over his chest and hips.
He grabbed hold of her shoulders. “How can you talk about dinner?” he asked in a choked gasp.
“All right, I’ll forget food for the moment, but we’ll have to eat eventually.” She played her fingers over his hairy chest. He looked like a real man, not a carefully waxed and manicured model. The next time she brushed her hair over him, she moved lower to straddle his left leg and slid her fingers around his rock-hard cock. “You’ve got a real mouthful here, but I’ll give it a try.”
“Ah.” His voice ended in a grateful sigh, and he grabbed her hair to hold her close.
She teased him with soft licks, savoring the smooth head before sucking him in deep. Circling his shaft with gently twisting hands, she lured him nearer and nearer to the edge before sitting back. She pulled her hair free of his grasp, tickled his balls and pinched his nipples. “You liked what I did last time. Now you’ll know what’s coming.”
When he could only manage a strangled moan, she bent down to swirl her tongue over the sensitive spot where his shaft met the head, and again took him deep. She held him so he couldn’t thrust down her throat, rubbed the spot behind his balls, and pressed down with her thumb to delay his climax. He could only stand a few seconds of that erotic torture, and she slid his cock out of her mouth and pressed it to his stomach. She raised her thumb to give him another world-shattering climax and watched his cum spew across his belly. She wiped it up with a tissue from her pocket.
After rolling off the futon, she washed her hands in the kitchen sink and called over her shoulder. “I feel like eating, but you can take your time. I love the placemats.”
Alejandro mumbled incoherently as he fought to regain his breath. He stared up at the ceiling. “You must have had a lot of practice with that technique, whatever it’s called.”
Indeed she had, and with a master. “I doubt it has a name, but I’m discreet and never name my lovers.” Earlier, she’d slid the elastic band from her braid onto her wrist and used it now to make a low ponytail. She took the El Gato bag from the refrigerator. “If you want to eat, you have to wear clothes when you come to the table.”
He propped himself on an elbow. “This is my studio, and I make the rules.”
She found plates and carried his sandwich and beer to the table. She warmed her vegetable-filled pasta in the microwave. “You ought to please your guests, especially considering how easily I please you.”
“You think I’m easy?”
The silly question made her laugh. “Of course, you’re a man.”
He eased himself up and pulled on his clothes. “I think I like the Goth girl better. Can you bring her back?”
That hurt, and she was angry with herself for not thinking he might have a favorite. She shrugged as though he’d been joking. “I’d still be the same person.”
He came to the table, and when he found his favorite sandwich, he sat back. “We didn’t exchange more than a half-dozen words that first Sunday, and you remembered what I like?”