Lipstick on His Collar by Inez Kelley

is so slick on my tongue.”
    He took his time, gliding his mouth over her cleft, around her lips, sliding deep inside her. Sucking her clit into his mouth, he fluttered his tongue with butterfly-light pressure and hummingbird speed. The soft brush of his hair on her inner thighs heightened the decadent caress of his mouth. A fine razor-wire of need curved around her bones, tightening with the sharp bite of ecstasy. The fake headboard had nearly cracked in her grip.
    “Bram, please.”
    “Come for me, lady.” He drove his tongue deep into her, his words whispering against her wet flesh. “Let me taste it.”
    Her nails jammed into the headboard and she screamed at the garish wallpaper as her orgasm ripped through her. Bram captured her pulsating clit, working it between his lips until blissful tears streamed down her cheeks and she quivered in release. Only then did he let her go, mouthing a damp trail up her tummy as she slid down his body. Panting and still craving him, she kissed him deep, tasting herself and the savory tang of Bram.
    He blindly reached beside him, and she waited, straddling his stomach, needing him to plunge deep inside her. Disbelief ripped his mouth from hers. “Oh shit.”
    “What?”
    “We used the last condom.”
    “What?” Grabbing the empty box out of his hand, she stared inside as if it were possible to miss one. Shock cooled her lust but her pussy ached in emptiness. He sat up, pushed her aside and left the hard mattress in a swift leap, the sheet trailing behind him. “Where are you going?”
    Jerking a pair of jeans from the duffel, he smiled at her. “CVS. I’ll be back in ten minutes. Don’t go anywhere.”
    “I won’t but, Bram, you can’t go out like that.” She pointed to the reason his zipper didn’t want to close.
    “Watch me.” He left his pants gapped, reaching for the ice-blue button-down draped haphazardly over the back the single chair in the room.
    “Bram, if you go in there and just buy condoms with lipstick on your shirt at two o’clock in the morning, they’re going to know what we’re doing.”
    “So? We’re adults. I couldn’t care less what a bunch of store clerks think.” He caught her gaze, his tone dipping into an intimate caress. “Besides, I’m not ready to let you go yet, lady.”
    “I’m not ready for that, either. But you do look ready for something to me.”
    She rose from the twisted pile of sweat-damp sheets and knelt before him. His mouth dropped open, and he buried his hands in her hair as her lips surrounded his rigid cock. Gently kneading his balls, she twisted her fingers up to meet her downward glide. She couldn’t take all of him, he was simply too thick. A rough groan filled the room and his hips rocked into her.
    “Oh fuck, lady, yes, suck me.”
    She lapped at the firm ridge of nerves on the underside of his shaft, stiffening her tongue and circling the broad head. Swallowing as deeply as she could, her swift rhythm drew a low melody of erotic mumblings. The harder he grew, the closer he got, the coarser his language became until the very end when his shuddering cry was a wordless, primal yell.
    He didn’t make it to CVS for another forty-five minutes, zipper firmly zipped with no difficulty.

    Memories were a pale reminder of the firm, satin glide of his mouth along hers. Reality was so much better. His lips parted without her urging and her tongue savored a sweet spiciness that was Bram. For one long, hot minute, he did nothing but slip repetitively into her mouth, his tongue teasing hers. Each lick added to the moist throb between her thighs. His palms left her face and molded her tighter to him. She brought his mouth to hers harder and stroked back with a kiln-fired intensity.
    No single kiss could soothe the ache he’d created. He used his lips and tongue and teeth to nibble down her throat, make her moan beneath his mouth, tightening her nipples. The thin tank and satin bra cup were no barrier to his touch. He