Page 87 of Pride and Protest
He kissed her thighs—left thigh, then her right. Those kisses burned right down into the core of her body. “Pull your panties down.”
Liza pulled quickly at the waist of her panties. She wanted him inside her—that was undeniable, but maybe if she didn’t come, itwasn’tsex? If he was lousy, she could just forget about him. Either way, she needed some hard physical data on Dorsey Fitzgerald. Maybe her body could give her clarity, because her heart was all over the place. Her hands shook, but his hand stayed hers at her waist.
“Slowly,” he said.
But Liza didn’t want to go slowly. Urgency burned a hole in her chest. Didn’t he know that in the light of day, too many things separated them? Didn’t he know they’d only work in the dark, and the dark never lasted? “You’re wasting your eleven minutes.” Liza pushed the panties down her legs with her feet.
“I told you, I only need seven.” He kissed her inner thigh. Liza looked down at the bulge in his pants, and her mouth watered. She could take him in her mouth right now and show him exactly why they’d be fools to waste their time. That would shut him right up. Dorsey kissed the crease at the juncture of her thigh. Liza’s belly jerked when the pad of his thumb grazed her sensitive folds, then found her clit.
“Nine minutes.” Liza moaned the last bit as Dorsey’s thumb increased the pressure. He moved up to kiss her again, rubbingher clit until wetness seeped into the soft seats of the town car. He kissed her collarbone, then dragged his tongue to the rigid peaks of her plum nipples again. Liza’s entire body arched to meet him when he kissed her rising rib cage, then the hollow of her belly. She realized too late that he meant to go all the way down. When his rough tongue slipped over her clit, Liza shuddered. He palmed her full ass with both of his hands and pulled her closer, his face meeting her wet warmth. His tongue lapped at her greedily and his palms kneaded her ass. The intensity of his tongue had Liza inching herself away.
“Don’t run away now, Liza. I still have four minutes.” His voice was husky. She wouldn’t last four whole minutes with his rough, hot tongue licking her clit like she was the last thing he would ever taste. She was sinking. He was pulling her deeper into his warmth, and she could no longer see the surface of the water. The opening churchy chords of Aretha Franklin’s “Spirit in the Dark” trilled in her head.
“Dorsey... I...” Liza warred with herself. She would never live it down. But shiiit, her body was running the show now.
“Say it.”
“I’m...” Liza began, then he slid his two fingers inside her and Liza clenched around him like a vice. She bucked against his hands and mouth. His fingers slipped in and out, and she heard loud, wet, sucking sounds as his mouth covered her clit. The sound of enthusiastic sexual enjoyment had to be reaching through the partition. Liza covered her mouth with one hand and tapped his massive shoulders for mercy with the other.
“Say it,” he demanded. Liza’s thighs clenched around him. She was going to come so hard right on his mouth. She had no shame. The orgasm powered through her and mushroomed out like an atom bomb.
“Fucking say it, Liza.”
“You made me come! You made me come! Oh my god!” Liza’s words came rushing out, her hips still rocking on his fingers.
“Yes, I did. And next time, it’ll be on my cock.” It was then that the town car came to a slow stop. Dorsey looked up at her. His eyes were heavy as he scrambled to dress. He took her shirt out of her hands before she could protest and instead wrapped his own shirt around her shoulders. Liza’s skin buzzed with the contact, and her hands shook, buttoning the mother-of-pearl buttons.
“Even trade,” he said.
She shuffled out of the town car, knees weak, eyes glossy and dazed. Liza turned around just in time to see him fight and stretch herGrab ’Em by the PussyT-shirt over his head. He had certainly earned it.
BETTER JUDGMENT
From: [email protected]
To: VL magazine
I know you all are normally the ones keeping me abreast of new music and events, but I’m turning the tables today. There’s a radio program I want you to listen to in a couple of weeks. This local DJ gathered a ton of resources and a playlist for Pinoy rap, and I think it’s going to be a worthwhile event to cover.
More details to follow.
Dorsey lay on the back seat of the town car as it rocked gently en route to his loft. The same stupid smile crept across his face every five minutes.You did it. You and Liza are a thing.As soon as he thought it, a new kind of panic crept in. What if he was being presumptuous? What if she didn’t want anything more?
He would just have to make it plain the next time he saw her. That’s right. He was going over there and just saying it. Whatwas he going to say?Liza, I want to be with you because your eyes are like shimmering dark amber?Those kinds of interactions left a foul taste in his mouth. And Liza was unlike any other woman he’d ever known. She didn’t need tasteless flattery to be convinced that they were making an excellent decision. No, they had gotten this far on candid truths. Liza would expect andrespecthim telling her the flat-out truth. She wouldn’t want to be flattered to death. Maybe he could write up a quick cost-benefit analysis, maybe a SWOT analysis of their relationship, and go over it with her. They could problem solve together. He had three things to convey:
That he was fully in love with her
That their relationship was a very smart decision
