“Then what are you ... ? Don’t stop, Ty.”
“I’m not,” he assured her, affectionately running his hand over her hair, her cheek. “I’m just going to make it easier for both of us.”
He gave her exposed breast a fond kiss, then lightly fanned his thumb over the wet nipple while his mouth moved to her bare stomach. One deep, damp kiss after another was planted in the erotically fertile softness of her belly. He playfully nipped at the lace trim on her satin garter belt and blew against the crinkly blond down.
Then he lowered his head between her thighs. His hair tickled the supersensitive skin. He pressed his mouth against her. It was open, warm, giving.
Sunny clutched handfuls of his hair. Her head thrashed upon the pillow. Her feet were arched to a ballerina’s point. She followed the groove of his spine with her toes, the gold chain around her ankle dancing along his skin.
They were unimaginable, these tidal waves of sensation that originated at the tip of his nimble tongue and rippled through her entire body to the very furthest extremity of her soul. When they gained enough impetus to engulf her, she rode them with ageless undulating motions. They came upon her as rhythmically as heat waves rose out of the ground in the summertime and were just as shimmering.
By the time she collected her scattered sensibilities, Ty was fully imbedded inside her, stretching her accommodating body. In fact, it was greedy and squeezed him higher inside her than he had anticipated going.
He grunted his pleasure. “Don’t let me hurt you, sweetheart.”
“You won’t.”
“Can you feel that?”
He moved. Sunny sucked in her breath sharply, not in pain but with renewed passion. “Yes.”
“Hurt?”
“No, no.”
“Feel good?”
“Yes.”
“Should I do it again?”
“Yes, again. Yes, Ty, yes ...”
“Cold? Want me to pull the sheet up?”
“No.” Sunny sighed contentedly.
Lying naked in Ty’s embrace was so splendid that she didn’t want either of them to move for a very long time. Eternity, perhaps. He had finished undressing her with such tender care that it seemed incongruous with the hot glow of desire that was still burning in his blue eyes.
“You’ve got goose bumps.”
“That’s because that tickles.”
“What? This?” He trailed his fingers down her side again, from beneath her arm to her waist. She giggled and broke out in another case of cold chills. “Sorry, but I like the side effects too much to stop.”
“The side effects?” she asked. He touched the rosy, pointed tip of her breast. Sunny moaned with pleasure. “Hmm, yes, the side effects are wonderful.”
“There are marks on them. Was I too rough? Did my beard scratch?”
“Yes, and it was delicious.” Her grin was that of a very naughty girl.
Ty continued to fondle her, immensely pleased that she afforded him the access to her body that he craved. She made no pretense of being modest. Their nakedness seemed to delight, not distress, her. She hadn’t rushed from the bed to wash right after their lovemaking. Instead she had curled up against him like the affectionate, sensual woman he had always known she would be.
Now, propped up against the wall behind him and gazing down at her head where it rested on his stomach, Ty spread her hair out over his middle, rearranging the curls frequently, knowing that it would be impossible to discover a finer form of entertainment.
This languid aftermath to lovemaking was new to him. Even with his wife sex had always been a culmination, an ending, not a beginning. Not so with Sunny. He knew that when, eventually, they would have to leave the bed, he would do so with tremendous regret.
“Why didn’t you ever sleep with Don, Sunny?”