Quade's Babies - Brenda Jackson [36]
Cheyenne knew she had to respond before she lost the power to think. “Yes. I have enough to share.”
And then it was there, his mouth on her breasts, gently at first, using his tongue to caress her breasts and making her feel the way her nipples hardened in his mouth. Each stroke of his tongue aroused her, sent passion points escalating through her. His expertise astounded her, nearly made her weak in the knees while bathing her in sensual satisfaction that she knew was within her reach.
“Quade.”
The erotic pressure of his mouth on her breasts was devastating to her senses, making her tremble. She cried out when an orgasm struck. It would have knocked her off her feet had she not been sitting on the countertop. She felt her inner muscles tighten, then loosen up. And she felt her control slipping as shock waves of pleasure rushed through her.
“Shh, you’ll wake up the babies,” he whispered, after pulling his mouth away from her breast. “There’s a lot that can be said about getting breast-fed,” he said, licking his lips and lifting her to her feet. “Now, to remove your jeans. You should be more than ready for me about now.”
Her breath shuddered as she fought to remain standing when he crouched down in front of her, and after placing a wet kiss on her stomach, he proceeded to unzip her jeans and slowly ease them down her legs, leaving her clad in a pair of sexy panties.
“Cute,” he said of the daisy print.
She grinned. “Glad you like them.”
“Um, I like what they are hiding even more,” he said, before easing the pair down. And then she was there, bare, exposed and he leaned back on his haunches to take it all in. And she knew, just like he had predicted, she was wet, hot and ready.
Quade’s tongue suddenly felt swollen in his mouth, actually thickening in anticipation of the treat he knew he was about to have. He couldn’t wait to taste the pulsing heat of her again. He wanted to kiss and cherish her secret place the only way he knew how. He stood back on his feet and then lifted her to place her back on the counter, easing her body close to the edge, lifting her hips with the palm of his hands.
Quade then took her legs and placed them over his shoulders and instinctively, she widened her legs just moments before he lowered his head and brought her womanly core to him, slipping his tongue into the warm heat of her.
He moaned out in pleasure the same time she did, holding firm to her thighs and hips, lifting her up to lock his mouth on her. And then it was on as pleasure raced through him with every stroke of his tongue inside of her. He held on tight to her as she cried out her pleasure at the same time she squirmed under his mouth, trying to get away one minute while trying to get closer the next. He felt her grab hold to those same shoulders her legs were wrapped around and he was too far gone to care if he was getting bruised or squeezed to death. If he was going to die, this way certainly had its merits.
And then he felt her body contract beneath his mouth as another orgasm hit her, making her bite back her scream. He took her in a deep, hungry kiss while grabbing hold of her hips, making sure she stayed in place, right where he wanted her.
He felt something he could only feel with her, a myriad of emotions and sensations that pulsed through him just from her taste, overwhelmed by the potency of her and what this was doing to him. He fought back the notion that the emotions he was feeling were anything other than unrequited lust and appreciation for the mother of his children.
Moments later, licking his lips, he released her. Scooping her up into his arms he carried her over to the cleared breakfast table and placed her flat on it. At her surprised look, he said, “I was serious about doing it in the kitchen with you,” he said. Taking a step back he unsnapped his jeans and eased down his zipper. He quickly dispensed with his jeans and boxers.
“You look bigger than before.”
He grinned and looked down at her. She was an eyeful, lying flat on her back