cringed.
He put the lemon to the side and licked her skin, taking his time with her sugar-coated, lemony nipples. Then he slipped his tongue downward, following the crystal and sour path he had created. He grabbed the sugar bowl, and most of the contents scattered onto the counter. He pinched some between his fingers, and moved his head up to her lips to kiss her. His mouth tasted like the lemon drop candies she loved when she was little. But better. And she sucked at him. Joe found the parts of her he wanted, and he sprinkled the sugar grains onto her, rubbing them into her skin. Touching and tweaking, sugared fingers found their way inside her, and she was sure if he kept at it, he would make his own candy.
She gained some composure and moved so that he rolled over and she lifted herself onto him.
“My turn,” she said as she grabbed a lemon wedge and began squeezing it onto his skin. His tanned chest was rising and falling. She abandoned the lemon, found some sugar and coated him. She picked up the lemon again, sucked hard on it, dunked it into the sugar bowl and sucked the fruit some more.
“You know what would taste really good?” she asked.
He nodded.
“A lemon lollipop.”
She helped him out of his boxers and she took him in her hands, cupped him, felt him pulsing. She took one of the melting ice cubes and dripped it onto the tip of him. With each drop, his penis jumped. She wanted him to feel the desire and recklessness he had caused in her.
She took the ice cube into her mouth, and then plunged her lips onto him, licking gently up and down at first, then moving lower, taking the soft underneath into her mouth, and sucking just firm enough.
“Oh God, don’t do that.”
She lifted her head to look at him. “Don’t do what?” she mumbled, ice melting in her mouth.
“That. What you were just doing.”
“This?” And she repeated her motions, slowly at first, making quiet sucking noises, feeling the water drip from the cube, out of her mouth, onto him. He continued to moan. She loved making him feel this way, so she sped up, moving her tongue in circles, then plunging all the way down to the end, rubbing him below at the same time.
It didn’t take long, and since there was sugar and lemon to cover anything that might taste less than good, she sucked and sucked while he convulsed, and the heat of him melted away the last of the ice chip in her mouth. She didn’t stop until she heard him sigh, and then she took him out of her mouth, and licked him up and down until he was smooth and clean and no longer sourly sweet.
“Now I’m really thirsty.”
Chapter Sixteen
November 2004
I’m going to send it this year.” Marnie had made this proclamation to Collete for the past seven or eight years without fail.
“Of course you are,” Collette said, as she did, every year.
“Really, I have to now,” Marnie said rather convincingly. “I know he’s coming to town. I have to send a Christmas card this year. No matter where he lives, if I send one to his parent’s address, he’ll get it.”
“It’s a little early for a Christmas card isn’t it?”
“So what? It’ll be like a holiday card. It’s practically the holidays anyway.”
Collette put her coffee mug down and looked at her friend.
“Marnie.”
Marnie smiled. She loved Collette to pieces. She knew her so well.
“It’s just… ” Just what? That she’s so tired of not knowing. That she has to get her life together.
“I want to know. I want some answers. I want closure. I really need to find out what happened to him. I have to do this. I deserve to know.”
“Look, if you dredge up the past... You’ve got too much good going on in your life. Things aren’t that bad when you think about it, are they?”
“What do I have?” Marnie asked. “Really? A marriage
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