Red-Hot Romancing

Adria walks through the door holding red rose petals. Tyler stops, stunned. He did not expect her early, and certainly not wearing sheer red lace that clings to every curve. His hand slips into his pocket and pulls out the velvet box he’s been carrying all day. Inside lies the diamond necklace she traced in the window weeks ago. Her eyes widen, then she smiles, slow and hungry. They undress without hurry. The lingerie comes down one strap at a time. Tyler fastens the diamonds around her throat, and the cold stones rest against warm skin. Adria drops to her knees. She takes him into her mouth, tasting, teasing, lips tight and glossy. Her tongue works in long strokes while her hand pumps the base. He lifts her, turns her, and drives into her on the edge of the bed. She gasps. The necklace swings against her collarbone with every thrust. Sweat gathers between her breasts. When he’s close, Adria slides off and drops again, mouth open, tongue out. He comes across her cheek and lips, thick and white, dripping from the corner of her smile. She wipes it with her thumb, sucks the digit clean, and looks up at him like she still wants more.