Everything felt good and wonderful and sensual and she sucked him harder and harder, slicking his thick penis up with her saliva. Tamara added her hand, wrapping it around him, and followed her mouth with it, so that every inch of his flesh was always feeling a hot, warm squeeze. Elec groaned briefly, and she knew he liked it, before he returned to her, his mouth enclosing her clit as he sucked.
It was a fight to not pull back and moan at that, but she stayed on him, excited by the challenge of keeping her rhythm when she really wanted to just collapse in agonized ecstasy. She moved her hips while she sucked and he sucked, so that they were both colliding with each other, and she lost all rational thought, all sense of where they were, time, space, and what her first name was. There was only that moment, the two of them locked in mutual pleasure, and when Elec plunged his tongue inside her, she came hard.
When she would have jerked off him, he held her tightly so she didn’t move, and while she paused with him in her mouth, she didn’t let go, so that her orgasm swept over her with him fully embedded in her, and she closed her eyes to ride out the intense waves of pleasure.
Oh my. The man was just full of good ideas.
The second her orgasm eased up, she refocused on him, taking it slow and steady, then speeding up when his breathing grew erratic and his fingers dug into her thighs. She felt the throb of him inside her mouth, knew when he was going to come, and knew he was trying to pull away. She wanted to take him into her mouth, wanted to feel that final pulse, wanted to know she had done that to him, so she held on until he groaned, then he filled her mouth with his hot, salty come.
Having made an art form out of avoiding her husband doing just that in her mouth, Tamara was shocked at how much she had wanted Elec to, and how good it felt. It was raw, and messy, but it was damn satisfying.
She collapsed on his legs, every muscle in her body quivering from overstimulation, and Elec lightly smacked her backside.
“Holy shit,” was his thought on the matter.
She had to agree.
“I have about three minutes to get my ass out of here and I can’t move a single muscle,” he said.
Tamara shifted a little and stroked his penis. It jumped. “One muscle’s still moving.”
“Leave it alone, darlin’, or we’re going to have a situation on our hands.”
She laughed. “I don’t want you to be late. That’s bad form for a rookie. But I’m having a hard time peeling myself off of you.”
In fact, she couldn’t believe she was still lying with her ass inches from his eyes, but her body felt too damn satisfied to care. About anything. Ever again.
But he had to go. She knew that well enough. So she forced herself to roll off him. “How was that for a good luck kiss?”
Elec grinned as he tore the sheet off them and sat up. “Couldn’t ask for more than that. That ought to see me straight through to the finish line. How was it for you?”
It ought to see her through the next ten years, that’s how it was.
CHAPTER FOUR
ELEC dragged his dress pants on, watching Tamara bustle around Ryder’s bedroom. She had pulled on her panties and her dress in two seconds and was now stripping the bed.
“What are you doing?” he asked, feeling lazy and content and in no way inclined to hurry, which was what he really needed to do.
“Changing the sheets. Ryder knows what happened on them since he saw us in bed. It’s tacky to just leave them.” She dug through drawers until she found fresh sheets, and before Elec even had his T-shirt on, she had snapped open the fitted sheet and efficiently tucked it all around the bed.
Damn, she was sexy. Her hair was tousled, her cheeks pink, her dress all rumpled, and she smoothed the sheet out with her hand, doing what needed to be done. While he just stood and stared at her. Elec got his head out of his ass and stepped forward to catch the bottom of the top sheet as she spread it out, and he tucked the bottom while she tucked the top.
Together they threw the comforter and pillows back on, and Elec found himself grinning like a fool for no apparent reason.
There was just something about Tamara that he really liked. She was the absolute opposite of the women he’d been dating, and he really appreciated her compassion, her sense of responsibility, hell, even the way she worried. She worried because she cared, and that was damn sexy to him.
“So what are your plans for the day?” he asked, fishing his shirt off the floor and putting it on without buttoning it back up. It was safe to say that particular shirt was going into the trash when he got home.
“I have to meet my in-laws at the race. They’re bringing my kids.”
Elec eyed her outfit. “You’re going to the track in a cocktail dress?”
“I don’t have a choice. I left my bag at Geoffrey’s and I lost my purse, remember?”
There was no way she could show up at a race wearing a black dress and heels. Somehow he knew Tamara didn’t covet the spotlight any more than he did, and wearing that sort of getup was bound to get her all sorts of unwanted attention. “You don’t want to do that. Just come back to my coach and we’ll find you something else to wear. I have to go get my bag anyway.”
She was biting her fingernail. “Nothing you wear is going to fit me.”
“Probably not, but a baggy T-shirt is better than a wrinkled cocktail dress. Think of all the media scrutiny you’ll get strolling around in last night’s clothes.”
Tamara blanched. “You’re right. Okay, thanks.”
“We’d better get a move on.” Elec scooped up his shoes in his hand. He was not stuffing his feet back into those things. He’d rather walk across glass.
Tamara actually put her heels back on and headed for the front door. Elec put his hand on the small of her back. “Third coach to the left.”
She glanced back at him. “You’re that close? Yet we stayed here?”
He grinned. “Well, I do share it with my brother, though he wasn’t planning to stay here last night. Mostly I figured no sense in ruining the moment. Besides, if we had taken the time to walk to my place, you might have changed your mind. I couldn’t risk that.”
That was spoken to tease her. The true story was that once she’d told him to get inside Ryder’s coach, it had never even occurred to him that his own place was spitting distance away.
Tamara glanced back at him, but she didn’t say anything. She looked worried, her gaze darting left and right. Elec dropped his hand from her back to alleviate her feeling even more self-conscious than she already did. The compound was quiet, and they didn’t pass anyone in their quick dart to his coach. Elec had the door unlocked and they were inside, Tamara’s hand over her heart.