Chapter 2

“And you were doing so well up to now,” Tina teased, while she slipped my robe off both shoulders and tugged at the tie.

And while my robe lay in a puddle at my feet, Tina jumped up, hands circled around my neck and thighs clamped just above my hips. She let go of my neck and leaned herself so far back, her hair was trailing out and nearly touching the floor. While I struggled to maintain my footing, Tina slipped out of her T-shirt and pulled herself back up.

“Can Michelle do that?” she asked, while unfastening her bra and letting it dangle in my peripheral vision.

“Good answer.” Tina had her arms around my neck again and her tongue pressing at my lips, seeking entrance.

My silent reply was to step out of the circle of my robe and stumble toward the living room couch, all while Tina attacked me with her lips and tongue. When she finally came up for air, I asked if this meant no Netflix and chill.

Instead of a smack, I got teeth for that remark. Tina sunk her bite into my shoulder while her tongue swirled around painting runes to ward off any further smart-ass remarks. It was remarkably effective.

When the front of my thighs hit the arm of the couch, I threw Tina down to land with her shoulders in the cushions. Holding her ankles in my grip, I proceeded to tug at the cuffs of her jeans while she popped the button and took care of the zipper.

I gazed at the gorgeous woman staring up at me wearing only a pair of white cotton panties and a grin a mile wide. Her cute little tummy was rising and falling more rapidly as I tipped forward toward her. I leaned in and traced out the line just above her waistband with the tip of my tongue.

I clamped the elastic encircling her waist between my teeth and gave a little tug. I exhaled a long, languid breath as I felt the warmth of Tina’s legs clamping around my shoulders and pulling me in closer. She arched her back and canted her hips to close the distance.

I lowered my mouth and my next exhale moistened the cotton as my lips sealed around the outline of her mound. I felt her legs tightening and took a deep breath, inhaling her musky scent.

“A little help?” I said, and Tina was there in a flash, with her hands dragging her underpants off of her hips. My heart was thudding like a teenager in the backseat of her parents’ car on prom night. The heat of my breath bounced from Tina’s flushed folds and fogged the skin of my cheeks.

I extended my tongue, pushing it into a stiff point, and started with a long slow journey. My route included parting her swollen lips and ended with me writing my initials on her clit. By the time I was done, Tina had nearly knocked me teeth out of my head and then slid onto the floor. I smacked my lips, letting her know I enjoyed her taste, and dismounted the arm of the couch to find her again.

I ran my tongue over the inside of her thigh while she shuddered, gripping her hips and trying to get her butt back on the couch. She wasn’t much help and mostly just squirmed and did this cute little hitching breath thing as I moved my tongue higher.

“It’s been too long,” I mumbled, as I paused to take in her glistening sex. “Entirely… too long.”

Tina moaned her agreement.

I began swirling my tongue, taking a long and circuitous route over the skin of Tina’s inner thigh. I felt a hand in my hair, urging me on, while she bucked her hips, nearly sliding off the couch again. I figured I had teased long enough.

I pressed my tongue deep between her folds, pulling forth as much of her nectar as I could, while at the same time moving my right hand off her hip to part her with my index finger. She seemed happy with this new arrangement, and I grinned while she panted underneath me.

Words like, “Mmm, yes,” and “Oh, right there,” filtered down from above me, serving to spur me on. I spent a good long time listening to words like that. It was when her dialog became more course and I felt the weight of her thighs on my shoulders that I knew she was close.

“Goddamnit, Jo. Unggh!” Tina’s hips jerked underneath me.

I looked up and grinned. “Yes, dear?”

I sent my tongue darting, and my fingers pressing, as Tina tried to convey her needs through an ever louder series of grunts and moans.

“Yes, dear,” I repeated and smirked. Then I got down to work. Tina’s hot and tangy taste let me know that she liked the direction we were going, even if her command of the English language had failed her.

Tina arched her back, in a way that only a former gymnast can, driving her pelvis into my face and clamping down with her thighs. And for a moment, with my face covered in her flesh, all I could hear was the pounding of my own pulse and the muted cries of the woman underneath me.

I redoubled my efforts and she began to come apart.

Her fingers in my hair, her thighs sticking to my cheeks, and the stink of sex in the air, it all served to spur me on, as the woman I loved finally found her faculties enough to form one word. And that word was my name.

Tina arched, and spasmed, and screamed my name, while I scooped up her gorgeous ass in both hands and brought her closer to the peak.

“Arrunnnggh,” was her animal cry.

And then she was spent. I teased her with my tongue on her thigh, but she just shook and pulled away. I grinned. I had teased her long enough before sending her over the cliff that she was drained completely.

Tina tugged at my arm, coaxing me up to lie with her. “Thank you,” she whispered, with perhaps the silliest, cheese-eating grin plastered over her face. “Let me do you now.”

“In a little while, babe. Is that okay? You look like… well…” I snickered. “You look a little bit like you’re going to die.”

That got me another smack on the shoulder, the second one of the evening, but with much less effort behind it than the first.

“Is Ana Maria’s benefit concert on the university cable channel?” Tina asked, as she pressed her warmth into me, there on our living room couch.

Tina reached for the remote. “You mind if we watch?”

“As long as you’re not planning to get dressed.”

Tina twisted her head around to face me. “Never.”

I got a nice peck on the lips.

Reaching behind me, I pulled the quilted throw over us and snuggled up to spoon the wonderful woman lying in front of me.

“You comfortable?” she asked.

On the screen, the band was giving it their all. In the lower right corner was the amount of money they had raised so far from call-in donations—an impressive sum.

After showing the whole band for a while, the camera operator panned around for tight shots on each of the musicians as they soloed. When it was Ana Maria’s turn to be featured, Tina found my hand and laced her fingers in with mine.

“She really is a great kid, isn’t she?” Tina said.

“Couldn’t ask for a better daughter.” I pulled our linked hands to my mouth and planted a kiss on the back of Tina’s. “Though it is nice to have her leave the house once in a while.”

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