Free Deeper (The Real Fling) by Lyla Bellatas

almost missed it. She wanted to dig deeper—he clearly had a reason—but Val began kneading her head and all conscious thought was lost. Adriana moaned. “You like that,” he whispered in her ear, and her body shook.
    He rinsed her off and applied a generous amount of conditioner to her hair. She enjoyed every last scrape of his fingers. Then before washing her off, he turned her around. The water splashed on her face as Val kissed her lids and temples, working his way down to her neck, and over to her mouth.
    Adriana tried to reach for his neck with both her hands and yelped in pain.
    “Oh, babe.” Val kissed her shoulder. “Come. Let me finish your hair and we will get cozy in bed, yeah?” He rinsed every inch of her body and wrapped her in a towel. With his arm around her, he ushered her into the bedroom.
    She sat on the edge of the bed, breathing out in short puffs.
    “It’s all right.” He kissed her cheeks. He towel-dried her hair, brushed it, and she climbed into bed with him.
    Lying down wasn’t easy, but she managed to lie on her left side. Val climbed in behind her and snuggled in the crook of her neck. “You smell amazing,” he breathed her in. “I cannot get enough.”
    His stubble tickled and she giggled.
    He put a pillow in front of her belly. “Lean on this. I am going to massage you.”
    “It’s gonna hur…”
    “Shh.” He kissed her neck and shoulder. “I will not hurt you. I promise.”
    Was that his tongue she felt?
    He went over to his dresser, got something, then sat back down on the bed. With coated hands, he worked the muscles around the area that ached. His rubdown was lazy and warm. Adriana concentrated on his fingers. They were so gentle but there was no mistaking the strength in them nor the expertise. The balm smelled wonderful.
    “What oil are you using?” She slurred her words.
    “An old family remedy.” He kissed her neck. “Passed down from my great grandmother to my mom and me.”
    “Did you make it?” So many scents mixed together—chamomile, peppermint, eucalyptus, lavender, ginger, and maybe rosemary?
    “I did.” Gently he went over her shoulder and out to her biceps. His fingers dipped lower on her chest but never reached her breasts, which were again longing for his touch. He worked his way down her back, up to her shoulder, then lower once more. He caressed her butt, circling it with his hands, up and around and in between the cheeks, then across her lower back.
    “And it works?”
    “It does, and fast.” His lips were on her spine, licking and kissing each vertebra. He bit her butt cheeks lightly and licked his way between her lower cheek and upper thigh.
    Soft noises escaped her throat, as her nipples reacted instantly, hardening against the pillow and bed. “Is that how your mom showed you to apply it?”
    Val chuckled as he kneaded her aching quads and hamstrings, working out the knots. When his fingers found the sensitive folds of her sex, she stiffened. She was shamelessly wet for him. How’d that happen? In pain one minute and in lust the next. What was this sexy Russian doing to her?
    Indeed. He ran his forefinger along her lips, spreading her juices from her opening, around her nub and back between her cheeks. Kissing the curve of her lower back, he spread her legs wider apart, skimming his fingers across her clit. She tingled all over. His breath gusted across her thighs as he licked the crease were her ass and thighs met. Opening her folds, he buried his fingers in her pussy.
    Adriana’s muscles froze. Zowie. In and out and up and around, he concentrated on her swollen clit, amping her desire. Just as she relaxed a bit, he stopped. Val helped her roll onto her back. He straddled her and kissed her mouth, then traced kisses down to her nipples, teasing her tightly budded peaks with his tongue. Rolling one between his teeth, he licked and sucked while his fingers strummed her clit.
    Lusting for the weight of his body on her, she bucked toward