Free Infidelity by Pat Tucker Page B

bedroom. She felt warm in the surroundings.
    She strolled back into the bathroom. The shower was glass-enclosed and separated from the Jacuzzi garden tub. That was surrounded with yellow and brown candles. Persha didn’t miss the pewter colored wine bucket that looked right at home near the tub’s edge. She couldn’t believe Clarke lived in such luxury on a daily basis.
    The moment she stepped dripping wet out of the shower that had an upper and lower head, Clarke was standing there waiting with a fluffy bath sheet.
    "Your body is so tight. I don’t think I could ever get enough of it," he said with as smil, taking her into his arms.
    "I won’t get a chance to dry off will I?" She smiled.
    He shook his head. "Come here, Shorty."
    "But I’m all wet."
    Clarke’s eyebrows elevated, and before she could reach for the towel, he had pressed his lips against hers. He used his hands to palm her behind and pull her close. Just as the kiss started getting heated, he pulled back and looked at her through frenzied eyes. They were both breathing hard and heavy. Before she could make another move, he pushed her shoulders down and she dropped to her knees.
    Persha glanced up as she opened her mouth to receive him. When she took him into her mouth, she could feel him begin to swell instantly. After sucking and slurping the way she knew he liked, she felt his body quiver.
    "Oh yes! Shorty, just like that," he cried.
    Instead of pulling away, he shoved himself deeper into her mouth. To avoid gagging completely, she opened wider. Persha pulled back just as he released. He took her into his arms and sighed.
    "Damn, you’re good, baby girl. You’re damn good," he said.
    Soon her feet were off the floor and he was moving her. Up against the vanity, her mind was no longer thinking about being wet. Now she was hot, her heart was racing, and she was fighting to keep up with his tongue’s vigor.
    He barely pulled away, before he used one far-reaching motion, to shove some things aside on the sink-top. Persha clawed at his back trying to hang on as he swept her up onto the counter top.
    She was panting like crazy with one leg against a wall. The other was stretched farther apart. She got a glimpse of their bodies in one of the large side mirrors and was instantly turned on.
    "Oh, Shorty," he breathed.
    "Yes, Clarke?"
    His tongue moved from her mouth to her neck, to her nipples, then to her belly button. Her skin tingled as his tongue left a wet trail across her skin. Persha threw her head back and squeezed her eyes shut as immense pleasure washed over her.
    Her body moved and rocked with his. When possible, she held on, gripping him forcefully. He moved her hand from its tight grip around his neck and slid it down between her own legs.
    "It’s so hot and wet, you feel that? Shorty, you feel it?"
    "Mmm hmm," she responded incoherently.
    Clarke eased up a bit, took her hand and brought it up to his face. He sniffed. "Mmm, I smell you." Then he moved her fingers to his lips. He suckled two of her fingers, savoring her body’s juices.
    "You’re so tasty. You’re in heat, Shorty," he moaned. Once her hand left his lips, he jammed the other fingers into her mouth. "Good, huh?"
    She shook her head agreeing. Persha had never tasted herself, and was kind of shocked by his gesture. But she didn’t want to ruin his rhythm.
    Spreading her legs even farther apart, he gazed into her eyes then thrust himself deeper inside her. Persha could hardly stop squirming a-top the marble-top vanity.
    He was sucking and slurping. At moments she struggled to push his head away, because the pleasure was too much to bare. But the more she pushed, the faster his tongue flickered back and forth.
    Finally giving in, she felt her heart rate increase quickly as his momentum picked up.
    "Oh God, Clarke! Oh, God!" she screamed.
    As if encouraged by her moans, he licked and sucked faster and faster. Unable to hang on any longer, Persha released a growling cry.
    "God, I love