Page 74 of Where Quiet Hearts Scream
Then he steps back and drags his dark eyes over me. I shiver at the look on his face. Veins throb at his temple, his jawbone juts out as he grinds his teeth, and his brow has dipped so low his cheekbones are nothing but shadows.
Then his knees smack against the hardwood floor and his large, hot hands wrap around my ankles.
My breaths come out short and shallow and every sense is attuned to what he’s doing or is about to do next. Cool air glides across my wet panties, drawing my attention back to my need. I need his touch again.
In answer to my prayer, his lips stroke my left ankle and I moan, nudging my body down the table toward him. His tongue darts out and he licks his way long and slow up to my kneecap. His fingers chase the wet trail, pinching and stroking the skin on my calf, setting my nerves ablaze. He switches feet and does the same to my right, all the while kneading and caressing both of my lower legs. Then he shifts back to my left and works his way up my thigh.
I can’t stop myself from tensing up as his mouth approaches my scars.
He’s closer now and he isn’t stopping. I suck in a deep breath and hold it, my fingers curling round the edge of the table. When he reaches the first scar, a small squeak works its way out of my throat and he lifts his head to look at me.
“You don’t need to tense, my angel. You’rebeautiful…”
My heart pumps, searching for the breath I’m still holding in my lungs.
Hot, moist lips come down onto my scars and he hums gently into the traumatized skin. I slowly release the breath but not the table. I can’t get past the hideous mess I’ve made of my legs and theweakness it reveals.
His kisses soften me until I find myself panting again. He’s been making out with my thighs for just a few minutes and I’m desperate again for a release.
I reach my hands down and find his head. It bobs up and down as he licks and kisses my scars with such devotion it makes my head spin. I apply pressure to the back of his head and feel a debauched growl roll across his shoulders.
Suddenly, he’s lifting my bottom off the table and peeling my panties down my legs. I shake with anticipation. Then my legs are wrapped around his thick, muscular neck and he fastens his mouth to my clit.
I nearly come off the table. I’ve never been kissed down there before and…shit.My toes curl and my head swims. The scratch of his cheek stubble along the inside of my thighs makes me feel so naughty and dirty. I grip his head and pull him closer. His tongue dips downward and he leaves my clit to lick my arousal and explore the entrance to my body. His tongue doesn’t dip very far inside at all, but it’s enough to drive me insane with want. I choke out a deranged sob, needing more.
The sounds of wet sucking and panted breaths fillthe entrance hall, making me feel even more crazed. The knuckles gripping his hair turn white and I roll my hips needing him deeper. I ping my eyes open and look up at the huge crystal chandelier hanging from two floors above me. I must look like a sacrificial lamb on a platter in the center of a banquet table.
More incoherent sounds come out of my mouth as his tongue circles me deeper and deeper, making me writhe. I tug him again and he moves his lips higher, latching them onto my clit. And hesucks.
My whole world retreats into the background as a forceful climax slams into me. My back arches off the table and his hands press deep into my thighs as he feasts. I’m an unraveling roll of thread, chasing his lips like a cat after its next kill.
My awareness goes dark and only the sound of a hand wiping across a mouth and the soft squeak of calf leather on the hardwood floor anchor me to the present. Then air whooshes beneath my back as I’m lifted, boneless, and carried over crunching porcelain up the stairs.
I drift in and out of sleep as my husband undresses me and tucks my pliable limbs into the freshly made crisp cotton sheets. The last sound I hear is the click of the bathroom door as it closes, and the soft sigh of darkness over Massachusetts.
Andreas
I stand at the end of the bed looking down at my wife. She’s still sleeping, her rich auburn hair splayed across the pillow, her cheeks remaining a healthy and vibrant post-orgasmic pink. I didn’t think it possible, but she’s even more beautiful now that I’ve tasted her and watched her sleep, than when I first laid eyes on her and couldn’t find my breath for days.
I walk quietly out of the room and pull up Arrow’s number. He called while I was finger-fucking my wife in the car and I wasn’t puttingthaton hold for anybody.
“What’s up?” I say when he answers.
“You need to get your pretty little ass to Washington. There’s a paper with a dotted line just waiting to be signed, with your name and Corioni TechnologyL.L.C. written across it.”
“You’re joking. Who?”
“Well, this is the kicker… your former lady friend, Astrid.”
I contain a growl. “If you value your life, don’t ever call her my former lady friend again. She was a mistake, pure and simple.”
“Fine, whatever. Yourmistakethen.”
“Why her?”
“You’ll never believe this, A. She’s standing in until another governor can be elected. Rumor has it she might even run.”
I scrub my hand down my face. “Fuck.” That’s all we need.
