“No problem, we’ll just start again after we’re done. Besides there are some things you can do even while you’re eating.”
She smiled, delighting in the wicked look in his eyes. “Am I making dinner again?”
“Would you rather we go out to eat?”
“I’d like that but I think I might shock the clientele if I wore only a tie.”
Joe swallowed at the thought. “And of course, you’d be too tired to get dressed again?”
“The problem with getting dressed again is it might take a while before I get around to it and by then I might be too weak, what with the lack of food and all, to manage it.”
Joe smiled and nodded in agreement. “You’re probably right about that. We’ll go out to eat tomorrow.”
“If we’re starting something here, you might like to know that I love Chinese food.”
“We definitely are starting something here. There are no ifs. And that’s good to know, since I like it myself. Could we order in tonight, and I’ll take you out tomorrow?”
She murmured a low sound of approval as his hands moved over her partly covered breasts. “That sounds like a plan.”
He smiled as he unhooked her bra and dropped it to the floor just before he croaked out, “Jesus.” The sight of her naked breasts with his tie lying between them was amazing. He swallowed as his hands came to cup generous curves. He forced his voice to remain reasonably even. “You know what I want to do?”
“What?”
He couldn’t take his gaze from her breasts, her beautiful pink nipples. He couldn’t stop himself from leaning forward. “I want to take you on a picnic to the beach.”
“Now?”
His tongue slid over a nipple then as if it were impossible to resist, his mouth suddenly sucked a good portion of her breast into a furnace of blazing heat. She couldn’t hold back her moan of delight. And it took a few moments before she realised he was still talking about a picnic. “Night is the best time to go. If we sit in the dunes, we could eat naked and no one could see us.”
“But the beaches are closed at night.”
“Lady, you’re talking to a cop. I know the best places. Stand up.”
Sophie came to her feet and stood between his legs as he loosened her skirt and slid it down her legs. His heart slammed against the walls of his chest, and he was afraid it might come to a stop at the sight of her wearing only a lacy black thong. He uttered a low moan. “Jesus, a woman like you shouldn’t ever wear a thong.” His voice broke as he continued with, “I don’t think I can make it.”
She stepped out of her skirt, smiled and purposely turned her back to him as she bent at the waist, picked it up and dropped it on another chair. She almost laughed aloud at his moan of pain and asked with feigned innocence, “Is something wrong?”
He pulled her to him and smoothed his hands up her legs to cup her ass as his mouth nibbled over the edge of the black lace. “My God,” he groaned. “This might have been a mistake.”
“I could always put my clothes back on.”
“You could if you want to see me die.”
Sophie laughed. “You seemed to be suffering a bit right now.”
“That’s because you’re wearing my tie. When a woman wears a man’s tie, it’s apt to take his breath away. I’ll never be able to look at it again without thinking of it on you. Sit on the table.”
She shook her head and made to pull away. “I haven’t showered since this morning, Joe.”
He nuzzled his face against the sweetness of her pussy and breathed deeply of her luscious scent. “I don’t care. I have to do this. I love the way you taste, the way you smell.” And he did. Sweet, clean, darkly mysterious, she threatened his sanity with the madness he knew for her taste and scent. It was only with super human effort that he managed to hold back the need she caused him.
He rolled her thong down her legs and thought he’d never seen anything more deliciously sexy than a woman wearing only a tie. He held her naked form against him for as long as he could stand the pain of not moving on to the next step. With his face pressed into her belly, his hands slid over her body, touching her everywhere. “I feel like I’ve never touched a woman before. I don’t understand it, but no one has ever felt like this.”
A moment later, he sat her on her kitchen table, and she groaned with the pleasure of his mouth between her legs, his burning tongue spreading the lips of her pussy and licking her moist sensitive flesh.
“You have the most beautiful pussy,” he groaned as his mouth and tongue slid into her moist, lusciously musky sweetness. “God, I can’t believe how much I love it.”
Sophie was helpless but to moan her pleasure. Her heart pounded. He was telling her something, but she couldn’t be sure what he said. And it didn’t matter as long as he licked her, as long as he never stopped licking her.
About the Author
Patricia Pellicane lives on Long Island in New York with her husband and family. She enjoys reading, travelling in her motor home and especially enjoys her grandchildren. “Too bad we can't have grandchildren first. They're a kick.” Most of all she loves to write.
Most of all she loves to write. “Life’s tough we all need a bit of fantasy now and then. For myself, I love a happy ending.”
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