Ama relaxed, chuckling. “Sorry. It’s beautiful.”
Enda came to her. “You’re beautiful. This is just bricks and mortar. Come with me.”
He led her into the bedroom, beautifully decorated in gray and navy. Enda’s fingers were at the belt of her wrap dress. “I’m sorry, Bella, I can’t wait any longer …”
Ama gave a soft moan as he pulled open her dress and dropped to his knees, his mouth on her belly, his tongue tracing a circle around her navel. She tangled her fingers in his hair as he pulled down the lacy cup of her b*a and took her n****e into his mouth, teasing the small bud until it grew hard and sensitive. She closed her eyes as he did the same to the other n****e, and then he was sliding her panties down and burying his face in her s*x.
Holy hell …the feeling of his tongue sliding alo
