Miami Spice (6 page)

“Would you like to leave now?” he whispered
in her ear, and she nodded mutely. Breaking their embrace, Nico led
her back to their table, placed a generous tip there, and then
escorted her outside. After calling for a cab on his cell phone, he
waited with her, his arm around her waist. The night air felt
heavenly, crisp and cool. They had only to wait a few minutes
before the yellow cab come into view.

Erica leaned against his shoulder on the ride
home. She still nursed a ping of apprehension when they arrived at
her condo door; but when Nico coaxed her into an embrace, those
feelings of anxiety suddenly disappeared.

As she brought her mouth up to his, she
gladly relented to his kiss. His lips felt like fine satin and
tasted faintly of malt alcohol. When he coaxed further, she opened
her own lips to his probing tongue and enjoyed the warmth and
sweetness of his mouth. Erica skimmed her hands along his arms,
from the soft fabric of his shirt to the bare, taut flesh below.
His skin seemed to give off potent electricity, and she reveled in
the way the static rippled through her entire body.

As soon as Nico pressed her close, Erica
swayed against his groin and felt his long erection as it strained
against the thin fabric of his slacks. But when she went totally
limp and molded against him, he broke their embrace and quickly
stepped back.

“I’m...I’m sorry, Erica,” he offered as he
held her at arm’s length. His face appeared as flushed and his
breathing as ragged as her own. “I shouldn’t be so presumptuous,
that you want me...well, that you want me to go any further.”

Without a word, she extracted her key from
her little clutch purse, plied it to the lock, and opened her door.
Then, replacing the key, she took his hand and led him inside.

Without turning on a light, Erica led him
through the living room and on to her bedroom. Words seemed
unimportant, even superfluous, as they hurried to undress in the
darkness. For now, their need to assuage their mutual desires
remained the most important goal. They would have time for slow,
unhurried words and affections later.

When she felt Nico take her around the waist,
she eagerly allowed him to pull her close. Hands worked
simultaneously to touch as much flesh as possible in the short time
they allowed themselves this little luxury. His body felt hot to
the touch, hers just as flammable and passionate. He massaged her
breasts with his expert touch and felt their weight and
firmness.

In turn, Erica’s fingers caressed his turgid
cock, traced a ring around the ridge below, and followed the large,
throbbing vein running down the shaft. She felt him tense with her
strokes and heard his small intake of excited breath, while his tip
spewed just enough of his moistness to tell her of his eagerness.
Before they began, Nico had produced a condom from his pocket, and
now handed it to Erica. Taking it out of its package, she slowly
worked the clear latex over his cock, reveling in the length and
thickness of his magnificent member.

As soon as she finished, Nico dipped his
fingers between her legs and brought his other hand to the small of
her back to press her close. His mouth sought hers for a wild,
surging kiss. The twin sensations of his touch—from the slow
massage of her clit to the sweet caress of his lips on hers—sent
Erica spiraling out of control. She felt her whole body come alive
with the sizzle and spark of yearning, wanting, too, to melt into
him and weep at the same time, her tears those of miraculous
surrender.

Quickly they found their way to her bed, and
she allowed him to ease her along the cotton twill duvet. Nico
stretched and covered her body with his own. When he felt her open
and wanting, he plunged ahead; and as his cock began to work inside
of her, she stretched her legs around his waist. Her hands and
mouth kneaded his flesh with uncontrolled fury, while his lips
peppered her cheek, her neck, her throat, and delved between her
breasts. Once Nico established their rhythm, Erica dug her nails
into his shoulders and moaned with every wonderful motion of give
and take. The more he thrust, the more she curved against him until
their bodies melded into one continuous, rolling wave.

When she felt him tense, she increased her
friction until she, too, ached for relief. He gave one last thrust,
and on the heels of his own shattering release, Erica let herself
go with an orgasm intense enough to take her breath away. When they
relaxed in a tangle of limbs and slick torsos, Nico nuzzled his
nose against the curve of her neck, and she reciprocated with
languid strokes along his upper body. He smelled wonderful, of
spices and potent maleness, while his flesh felt like smooth satin
over the hard muscles of his chest, arms and shoulders.

Nico lapped at her ear and whispered, “Well,
that was nice...for starters.”

“Exactly.” With a little meow of pleasure,
Erica reached up to stroke his cheek. She felt gloriously spent and
finally satisfied for the moment.

Soon he eased away, and she left the bed to
fetch bottles of cold water. On her way out, she felt for the wall
switch and flipped on the overhead fan. Although when she reached
the living room and stubbed her toe on a chair leg, Erica finally
groped for a table lamp. Curious how the initial burn of desire
propelled them both straight to the bedroom, and now she couldn’t
see a thing! Of course, earlier, she’d relied solely on her senses,
all of them inflamed beyond control.

When she returned, she found Nico prone along
the mattress, his hands behind his head, his breathing slow, his
body still. At first Erica thought he was asleep until she slipped
into bed and began to caress his shoulder.

Nico opened his eyes and smiled. “I hope
you’re not having doubts about our impetuous venture into
spontaneous combustion, are you?”

“That’s a new way to put it—” She chuckled
appreciatively. “—but, no, I don’t have any regrets.”

Actually she had. Briefly, Erica wondered why
she had acted so wantonly, so recklessly. But just as quickly, she
rejected such limited thinking. It had been so long since she held
a man close and gladly gave of her touch and kisses. Nico Sloan
felt so right that she could only respond in turn to his generous
offerings.

“I don’t have any either, Ms. Rael. It was
wonderful, superb.” As he spoke, Nico stretched and accepted the
water bottle she handed him. “I think you’re wonderful, too,
superbly, gloriously wonderful.”

“You know, Mr. Sloan, flowery adjectives will
get you everywhere with me.” Erica eased along his body and reveled
in the feel of his warmth. Despite their recent exertions, he gave
off a delightful, tantalizing hint of his aftershave. She finally
recognized it as the same scent as his brother’s. Well, at least
they shared one thing in common, the same preference for
cologne.

He took a generous sip of water before he
replied. “Then I better bone up on my linguistic skills and my
repertoire.”

“As long as it’s not too extensive. Otherwise
I’m going to think you have a flowery verse for every woman you
bed.”

“Then I will confess I have a very limited
supply of flowery verses.” Setting aside the bottle, he rose on his
elbow and leaned over her. “And I mean very limited.”

“Same here,” Erica admitted. “So how did we
ever get along in life with such limited vocabularies?”

“Oh, I suppose it takes lots of practice to
add to that repertoire.” Gathering her in his arms, Nico pressed
her close and nibbled her ear before he added, “Such skills must be
developed over time, and with just the right amount of practice, of
course.”

“Of course. Although, you may have noticed,
I’m still learning. The last time I opened a book of flower-laden
poetry it had to be, oh, two or three years ago.”

“Could have fooled me. So, why don’t you
crack it open now, and show me what you’ve mastered so far?”

Erica shivered when he ran gentle fingers
beneath the under carriage of her breasts. She hadn’t felt this
good in such a long, long time! She reciprocated with a glide of
her hands along his firm chest and on to his flat, tight abdomen.
Up to the challenge now, she continued along his waist, his hip,
and on to the smooth plane of his thighs. His cock jutted
accordingly, stimulated by those light touches, but Erica wanted to
save his member for last.

Next she brought her lips to skim along his
flesh and licked and kissed such caramel cream satin until she
could taste his sweetness. Tossing back his head, Nico writhed
beneath her in slow, undulating dance as she continued to stoke his
desire. When he rolled on his back, he took her with him. Erica
straddled his hips and leaned over so that her strands of hair
tickled his chin. Again, she explored lustrous flesh over hard
muscle, while the feel of him, his scent and taste, only served to
whet her appetite for all of him.

Suddenly, she gave a little squeak and a jump
when he plunged his hand between her legs, teased the tendrils of
her dark curls, and then caressed her slit. His fingers dipped
inside and slid her hot juices to her clit where he began a light
but tortuous massage. This time Erica shook violently as if he had
just zapped her with a high voltage wire, making her numb and
powerless. When Nico ran his tip along her opening, she sank along
his shaft and savored the feel of his strength inside of her,
holding her, impaling her so that she could not melt away. With a
renewed passion, Erica plucked at his nipples and clenched his skin
as she began a wild ride. In return, he measured her full breasts
with expert fingers and then kneaded her plum areolas.

Nico clutched her hips and helped her to
increase the friction of her clit against the dark wreath of his
pubic hair. Soon, she tottered on the brink and then fell down,
down, down in a long, magnificent shudder of release. When she
finally settled into her regular rhythmic breathing, Erica
stretched gloriously along his body, and he held her tight while
kissing the damp strands of her hair.

“Had enough?” He chuckled in her ear.

She brushed his cheek with her own. “Not by a
long shot. I’m just taking a break from my studies. It’s your turn
to practice, and as they say, practice makes perfect.”

Nico drummed his fingers down her back. “I’m
practicing my scales, but now I believe I’m ready for a real jam
session.”

Laughing, Erica felt giddy, carefree, and
light enough to float on air. Reaching down, she found and stroked
his extended cock and the large, plump testicles until her
tantalizing touch made him throb and bulge. Coaxing her down along
her stomach, Nico straddled her and began a wonderful massage of
her shoulders. Erica let out little moans of delight and wiggled
when he kneaded her back and worked down to her buttocks. He raised
her hips next and parted her legs. She shot forward the moment he
placed his fingers along her wet, engorged slash, and then ran his
hands along the inside of her thighs. With a swift intake of
breath, he grasped her hips, plunged inside, and jammed himself to
the very end of her passage. After a moment’s pause, her lover
started with slow, easy strokes until he worked himself up to a
fevered pitch, and Erica gave a little wiggle as she savored the
feel of the way he impaled her.

In return, she clasped her muscles around his
cock, and he groaned with the feel of her tight hold. Once he
established a series of quick, piston thrusts, he brought his hand
around her hip and reach beneath to rub her clit. Despite her
recent climax, Erica quickened with another round of desire. As he
brought her yet again to the brink, she felt him pause, stiffen,
and then thrust once more to explode inside of her. Nico’s groans
mingled with her own little gasps of release until he collapsed and
lay prone, hot and moist, along her back.

When he finally rolled aside, he took her in
his arms and they became a joyful package of loose torsos and
limbs. Hands still wanted to explore, while lips still desired to
kiss. As Erica rose from the fiery tangle at last, she suggested a
quick shower, and he raced her to the bathroom.

They enjoyed the spray of fresh water as they
soaped and caressed flesh. This time they remained content to
merely massage sore muscles and refresh bodies. Erica viewed her
lover’s form like a fine work of art, for just to gaze at him gave
her so much pleasure. Like his own paintings, his textures and
colors fascinated her, the way the white foam of soap contrasted
against the clean, bronze glow of his skin, the way his damp body
hair dewed and dimpled his limbs like fine, dark threads, and the
way his flesh served as a taut canvas over the sculpted muscles
beneath.

Erica traced the splashes of water down the
angle of his nose and over the high planes of his cheeks. The glint
in his smoky quartz eyes spoke of his own contented state. When
they rinsed and finished, Nico told her to stand still while he
toweled her off with slow, circular strokes. Kneeling, he started
at her ankles and worked up. Now, it was his turn to admire her
unblemished cafe coloring, the concave stomach, the perfect curves
and incredible breasts. Soon, he replaced his fingers with his
mouth and brushed kisses along her thigh.

Despite his electric touch, Erica pulled back
to chastise him. “We’re on a break, remember?”

“I know.” He laughed and shook out the last
droplets in his hair. “But you look so good, feel so good, taste so
good, I can’t help myself. I want to make love to you over and
over.”

“Let’s rest up a little first.” With that,
she flicked the towel against his shoulder and ran back to tumble
into bed.

When Nico joined her, they nestled into
comfortable positions. Soon he propped himself along her side and
played a lazy finger down her arm. “What would you say,” he
proposed, “to spending the weekend with me at a bed and breakfast?
I know of this little, out-of-the-way place at Sunset Point that
offers privacy and a great continental breakfast. I’d like to take
you there before it gets too hot and the hurricane season gets into
full swing.”