Lover in Lingerie (Lingerie 15)

Or better yet, I wish I didn’t have to leave at all.

It was my bitter heartbreak talking, but I wished I’d never met him. I wished we’d never crossed paths. While I enjoyed our time together, being haunted by the memory would kill me. In this case, it would be better never to have loved at all than loved and lost.

He kissed my belly button, his tongue swirling around the navel piercing I’d had since my late teens. My mother was disappointed when I got it, annoyed when she first saw me in a bikini. But every man I’d been with loved it, so I didn’t have any regrets. Bosco kissed it the best, dragged his tongue up the center of my ribs until he reached the swell of my tits. He kissed both of my boobs, giving each one the attention it deserved. My nipples were sucked hard into his mouth, and he gave me a gentle bite with his teeth.

“Babe…” I was already so wet, so anxious for him.

He moved down my body and pushed my legs back with his large hands. His lips pressed against my most tender place, and he made love to my clit with his mouth, his tongue swirling hard before his kisses turned soft.

No other man had ever done it before him.

I gripped his hips and closed my eyes.

He gripped me back as he kissed me, smelled me. He moved his tongue deep inside me to feel how wet I was, and then he moved farther back and licked my asshole.

I tensed at his touch, surprised by how good it felt. Bosco wasn’t afraid to explore me everywhere, to enjoy every inch from head to toe.

He kissed the inside of my thighs and moved up my stomach again, devouring my tits once more until we were face-to-face. He stared down at me, his expression hard because he was filled with arousal, longing, and love. He got into position between my legs, and then he gently slid inside me, his eyes locked on mine.

My hands clutched at his thick arms, and I breathed hard as I felt him push inside me. Inch-by-inch, he moved, stretching me like he was taking my virginity. He pushed until he was all the way inside, a perfect fit in my tightness.

“Bosco.” I looked into that handsome face and memorized it, knowing this was what I would think of when I had fun with my vibrator. I wouldn’t look at porn. I would remember the best sex I’d ever had, making love to the man who made me weak in the knees. “I love you…” I wanted to say that as many times as I could, to take advantage of the last night I had any right to say it.

“And I love you.” He rocked into me slow and gentle, thrusting deep and even. Instead of kissing me, he stared at me with the same love in his eyes. I was the only woman he’d ever looked at like this, ever cherished with just his gaze. I was the only woman he’d ever made love to. “More than anything.”

My hand slid up the back of his neck, and I fingered his short hair as I pulled his face to mine and kissed him. “Make love to me all night…” I wanted to ignore the passing moon and the approaching sun. I wanted to pretend there was no tomorrow at all. I just wanted to enjoy this perfect man as much as I could, to hold on to this memory even when I was old and gray and surrounded by my grandchildren.

“I will, Beautiful.”

I slept for two hours before I realized it was morning.

I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was ten.

The shop would stay closed today because I would be in no condition to work. And if I did have to work today, I would be so late, there wouldn’t be much point going in.

Bosco was already gone from the bedroom.

I got out of bed and felt the weight hit my stomach. The dread was killing me, making my body cramp up and my heart race with fear. So much pain was about to hit me, and my body was preparing for the blow.

I could go out there and have breakfast like it was a normal day, but that would be too painful.

Today wasn’t a normal day.

I should just grab my stuff and leave while he was in the other room. It would be cruel to make him watch me pack.

I didn’t even want to watch myself pack.

I didn’t bother with my hair or makeup, and I tossed all my stuff into the suitcase. I didn’t bother taking the designer gowns he’d bought me because I had nowhere to wear them anyway. I left behind the diamonds because it felt wrong to take them. The only reason I had been with him was for him—not the jewels. I refused to taint our relationship with materialistic possessions.