“Hill we can’t, the kids- the kids’ll be coming by with your parents to head back to the guest house-” His hand had disappeared inside her shorts. His thumb was already tormenting the fleshy slit guarding her sex. His mouth was on her earlobe and intermittently suckling.
“If you keep quiet, they’ll never know we’re here,” he said.
Persephone angled her head to give his mouth the freedom to explore at length. “We’ve already had sex in a shower,” she noted through ragged breaths, “tub’s a little on the repetitive side, don’t you think?”
“Do you really think I give a fuck?” he saw to it that she could only answer him with a moan. His middle finger surged high into the heavy moisture that was already dampening the crotch of her undies.
“I knew you’d see it my way,” he dipped his tongue into her ear and let it rotate there until she quivered so that he had to hold her fast.
Persephone was naked by the time they’d reached the white brick edge of the tub. Her legs were rubbery with the need flooding her muscles. The only thing keeping her on her feet was Hill’s arm about her waist. She clutched him there, one hand at his forearm, the other covering his hand over her mound. His wrist worked at a slow, steady rhythm to conduct the movements of his middle and ring fingers inside her. Thumb and index manipulated her clit until she was practically sobbing from the attention.
Of course, he stopped before she could come apart on him. Instead of tossing her into the heated, fragrant water, he turned her into a kiss that would’ve had the power to drive her head back had she not met it with equal force.
Hill brought her up high against him and Persephone devoured his mouth, desire and hunger raging as one inside her body. She roamed the remarkable breadth of his shoulders and then broke their kiss to follow the path of her fingers unbuttoning his shirt.
He kneaded her bottom, cradling the ample flesh in his capable grip. He dipped his head to recapture her mouth and then used one hand to support her ass while he came out of his jacket and shirt.
Persephone fought to free herself of their kiss a second time in order to marvel at his bare chest. Her nails grazed his sleek, richly bronzed torso and then she was working to wiggle from his hold. She yanked at the waistband of his trousers to relay her intention.
Hill released her and Persephone did an exacting job of undoing his pants, smoothing them down his legs along with his boxers. He stood there and watched her kneel to direct him to move from the material pooled at his ankles. She’d removed his shoes and socks before he stepped out.
Eyes on his, Persephone stood and tugged him with her to the tub. Within seconds, they were settling into the frothy, heated water. She couldn't get enough of watching him, spellbound by the exceptional craftsmanship of his body doused by the potent moonlight. Her nails charted a path, her mouth eagerly followed. It was a path that took her just below the surface of the water.
“Sef-” Hill’s lashes fluttered close and his head sloped forward when he felt her mouth on him. He was taken aback by the sound of his own gasp then.
Her tongue made a lazy circle about the dark crown of his dick before her lips closed over the broad head and suckled so softly, he shuddered. She came up for air, plying his flesh with open-mouthed kisses as she breathed in.
Hill trailed his fingers through her clipped drenched locks for only a moment before she’d once again slid from his reach. When she submerged that time, it was to take him deeper down her throat. She sucked him hard, feverishly intense and Hill gripped the brick edge of the tub as his shaft tightened on the verge of release. She repeated the act, licking the wide mushroom crown like she couldn’t get enough of the taste.
When she emerged from the water that time, she scarcely had time to catch her breath. He turned her against the side of the tub and buried himself inside her. Careless to who may’ve overheard, Persephone cried her satisfaction into the night air.
Hill took her thighs, keeping them spread and spreading them wider still as he sheathed himself to the hilt. His forehead rested to her shoulder as he savored the feel of being so enveloped inside her.
Persephone wanted to wrap her legs around his wide back, but his hold allowed for no movement. She bit into his shoulder and moaned out both her frustration and approval. Water sloshed wildly when his hips rocked against hers in a move that drove him deeper still.
He growled a curse when her walls seized his sex, locking it in a haven of sensation that had him climaxing sooner than he’d intended. “Damn you, Sef,” he could feel his seed oozing in a potent, lengthy stream.
Persephone threaded her fingers through his locks and kept him pressed close to take all that he violently shuddered out. She winced, slightly discomforted as his hold intensified at her thighs. She’d find bruises there tomorrow, as well as at the small of her back where the edge of the tub dug in as he kept her there practically immobile. She didn't care.
When they were both utterly and wondrously
spent, Hill gathered Persephone close and took her down into the
churning water. They lingered there only a while before more love
was made.
CHAPTER
TWENTY-TWO
Surrounded by family, friends and colleagues, Caiphus Rafiki Tesano and SyBilla Lisette Ramsey exchanged vows to love and honor one another for the rest of their lives.
The wedding had been small, as the bride and groom had requested. Still, it was an elegant affair that not even Georgia Ramsey could disapprove of. Unlike the crazed exuberance of the rehearsal dinner, the wedding was a toned down affair by comparison.
Bill; on her father’s arm, made her way towards Caiphus in the grand ballroom along the outskirts of the property. Caiphus had asked his brothers to serve as his best men and they were honored to do so. The same pertained to Bill, who had asked her cousins to stand for her. Dena, Sabra and Sabella were thrilled.
Once the betrothed were pronounced Mr. and
Mrs. Caiphus and SyBilla Tesano, the room filled with music,
conversation and laughter.
~~~
Belle was folding the elaborate train of Bill’s gown. Her design had allowed for the piece to be removed following the ceremony so that the bride would feel less confined during the various activities required of her during the reception. Belle applauded her foresight as her cousin had all but demanded out of the alluring creation following the early dances with her father and husband.
“You did a helluva job.”
Belle turned from packing the train. “Hey Baby,” she sent her husband a dazzling smile.
Pike studied the gleaming tops of his shoes before trudging a little closer. “Everybody’s goin’ on and on about Bill’s dress.”
“Caiphus deserves some of the credit. He asked me to ‘tweak’ my original design so the thing would be easily accessible should the mood strike before they could make a discreet exit.”
Pike chuckled and advanced on Belle until she was within touching distance. “Hey?” He tugged the end of her wavy French braid. “I’m sorry for how out of hand things got-”
“Shh…” Belle turned into him, smoothing her hand along his whiskered cheek. “That’s over…”
“Bella, I didn’t mean-”
“Stop…” she leaned close to speak the command against his mouth. “It’s over and I’m sure things were said that you meant-that at the very least came from a place of honesty.”
A furrow settled between his long, dark brows, but he’d neither confirm nor deny his wife’s insights.
Belle focused on where her hand stroked his cheek. “What Persephone did took you right back to the memory of me leaving, didn’t it?”
“No Bella-”
“Honesty, remember?”
