Page 51 of A Little Bit Whiskey
It was mostly Anna, but Fred never stopped her or defended Elizabeth.
Tamsyn ran her hand up and down his biceps, kissing his neck.
“Good morning.” He stretched, rolling to face her. He kissed her nose. “What time is it?”
“Seven thirty.”
“That means we have plenty of time for my favorite morning activity.”
“Are you ever not horny?” She reached inside his underwear, curling her fingers around his length.
His eyes widened. “I think you’re the one who woke up with ideas, not me.”
“This says otherwise.” She stroked gently, but firmly, teasing just the way he liked.
“That’s there every morning. It’s both a blessing and curse.” He lifted her shirt over her head and tossed it across the room. “Just so we’re clear. You started this. Not me. But I’m not complaining.”
“You’ve got me on a technicality.”
His lips landed on her mouth like a missile seeking its target. He grappled with the rest of her clothing. His hands roamed her body, giving her pleasure in all the right places. Making love to him had been effortless. The first time with any man usually had a hint of awkwardness, but never with him. She’d never been shy in the bedroom, but she didn’t come out like gangbusters right out of the gate.
That all changed the moment she climbed into bed with Noir.
She’d fantasized about what it would like to be with him and worried for about two seconds her dreams wouldn’t live up to the images in her brain. She’d been pleasantly surprised.
And things had only gotten better.
Noir was like a fine wine.
She rolled him to his back, kissing her way across his chest, down his stomach, greedily taking him into her mouth.
He pooled her hair on the top of her head, threading his fingers through the strands. He was an attentive lover. Kind and gentle. But wild and intense at the same time. She could no longer ever imagine being with anyone else. He was it.
The one.
And she knew it with every fiber of her being.
“Up here,” he whispered, tugging gently.
She wiped her lips and smiled.
“You’re the devil.” He flipped her on her back, pushing her legs apart. He toyed with her nipples, twisting and turning until she begged for more.
He didn’t disappoint.
His mouth was like the warm sun and his tongue like the waves lapping against the shore. It was magical and she couldn’t take it a second longer.
“I need you, now,” she said.
He entered her in a quick thrust. He repeated the motion, over and over again until she cried out his name.
She could barely fill her lungs as he collapsed on top of her, breathless.
Whether sex was a marathon or it was down and dirty fast, it was always the best she ever had.
Running her nails up and down his spine, she allowed herself to forget all the reasons she shouldn’t be enjoying this moment.
He rolled to the side, pulling the covers over their bodies. “Best way to start the day.”
