his tongue to increase the friction and douse her desire.
Her actions were rewarded when Terrell slipped his tongue beneath the thong and kissed the satin of her skin. Lapping, nipping, licking, tasting her over and again. Aliyah threw back her head in ecstasy. The man was a maestro, playing her passion with precision and skill. Sweet torture that she wanted to stop, that she hoped would go on forever.
But she wanted more.
“Stand up.”
No answer. His tongue was busy doing other things. She chuckled, placed her hands on the sides of his head and gently pulled him away from her. “Stand up.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Just do it.”
He complied. In an instant Aliyah was on her knees, fondling the massive weapon that had made her mouth water. She licked its length, outlined the perfect mushroom tip with her tongue, took him in, slowly, fully.
“Aliyah.” Spoken like a promise, or a prayer. “Baby...” He pulled back. “You’re driving me crazy. I’ve got to be inside you, now.”
He reached for protection and then sat on the couch. Aliyah climbed on top of him and slowly, oh, so slowly, eased down on his massive shaft, allowing the delicious friction to heat up her insides. He pulled a nipple into his mouth and reverently cupped the butt that began this journey. Squeezing. Kneading. Grinding. Thrusting. Hard and fast, then slow and easy. Riding one wave of ecstasy after another, resting only long enough to ride again.
Later, they moved to the master suite, where the vastness of the four-poster, king-size bed offered a whole new realm of possibilities. They explored them all, each matching the other’s voracious appetite with their own unbridled enthusiasm. Each had clearly met their match.
When Aliyah returned to earth from a shattering climax that brought her near tears, she cuddled in the crook of Terrell’s arm, listening as his own heartbeat slowed and returned to normal.
“Terrell.”
“Yes, Ms. Robinson.”
“That was frickin’ amazing.”
He laughed, pulled her even closer. “So you’re saying I took care of you properly?”
“Yeah, you were all right.” Said in that lazy, drawn-out way she’d heard the teens do it.
This answer lifted his head from the pillow. “Just all right?”
“Yes.” He grunted. She smiled into the darkness, doubting his sexual prowess had been called anything less than amazing his entire life. If indeed it had happened, whoever said it had lied. “Terrell?”
“Yes, Aliyah.”
“Can you be all right again in the morning?”
His deep-throated chuckle was the last thing she heard before falling asleep.
He awoke to her lips kissing his manhood, her glory spread before him like a gourmet buffet.
“Good morning!” he said.
She purred, occupied.
“You sure know how to wake a man up.”
She knew how to do more than that. Working magic with her tongue and fingers caused all talk to cease until after they’d showered. After drying off, they strode down the stairs in their toned, naked glory and retrieved the clothes that last night had been tossed aside.
Terrell reached for his boxers. “What do you want for breakfast?” She wriggled her eyebrows suggestively. “Girl, stop!”
“Ha!”
“Dang! I never thought I’d meet someone who liked sex more than I do.”
“I would apologize for wearing you out but truthfully, I’m not at all sorry.” She zipped up her jeans and reached for her bra. “It had been a while.”
“I could tell.”
“Shut up!”
They laughed, sharing a comfortable camaraderie that some couples never experienced, even after being together for years.
“Seriously, though. What do you feel like eating?”
“Something quick. I want to spend the afternoon with Kyle.”
“Hey, why don’t the two of you come over for brunch?”
“You cook?”
He put up his hands. “Oh, no. I’m allergic to the kitchen. I’m talking about coming over to my parents’ house, where we have brunch every Sunday.”
She smiled. “No, thank you.”
“Why not?”
“Um, this isn’t a meeting-the-family kind of situation, remember?”
“Oh, no. It’s not like that. Friends get invited over all the time.”
She gave him a look. “Even more reason not to be woman number whatever showing up.”
“Wait! Not those kinds of friends.”
“Then what kinds of friends?”
“Friends who I really like. Not just anyone. I don’t invite booty calls over to my mama’s house, for instance.”
“Something tells me that to do that your mama would have to have a really big house.”
“Ha!”
“I appreciate the invite but would rather grab something quick and casual on the way to the airport. Are we leaving now?”
“Wow, she uses me all night long, wrings every ounce of strength from my body, then tosses me aside with the first light of morning.”
“No, I used you some more at the first light of morning. It’s almost ten o’clock.” Sliding on her shoe, she walked over and gave him a peck on the lips. “I’m going to use the restroom and then I’ll be ready to go.”
Terrell reached for his phone to call the pilot, shaking his head as he watched Aliyah leave the room.
A short time later they arrived at the airport, takeout orders from an organic café in hand. Stan greeted them cheerfully. “Breakfast for me? Terrell, you shouldn’t have.”
“Good. Because I didn’t.” They laughed. “Give me a minute to heat this up and get situated, all right?”
“Sure. Just let me know when you’re ready.”
Ten minutes later they were in the air, speeding toward Paradise Cove...and reality.
“That was delicious.” Aliyah finished off the last of her egg white omelet and swiped her mouth with a napkin. “Everything about this weekend was oh-so tasty!” She reached over and placed a hand on Terrell’s arm. “Thanks again for inviting me out. It was just the date I needed. The last few months have been busy—securing the job, finding a house, moving across country. And that’s after a jam-packed schedule, four years of killer courses to get my degree.” She sighed, looked away. “And everything else.” A second, and then she turned back to him. “I didn’t realize how long it had been since I totally relaxed and enjoyed myself. But I was able to do that with you.”
“I’m happy that you’re happy, and enjoyed myself as well.”
She pulled out her phone and they were both soon busy texting, answering messages and emails that last night had been ignored. Casual conversation flowed in between, making the forty-five-minute flight back home seem much shorter.
They landed. He walked her to her car, shared a quick kiss and hug. Terrell opened her door. “I’ll see you tomorrow, right?”
“How