Sensual Confessions - Brenda Jackson [79]
One day she would learn to keep her mouth closed, he thought, inching his lips toward hers and sliding his tongue inside the opening. She latched onto it, tangled with it, mated with it. And while his fingers continued to work her, she exploded into yet another orgasm.
He pulled his mouth away to let her scream. He wanted to hear it. He needed to hear it. And at that moment, hearing the sound sent desire racing through him in a way it had never done before. Mainly because that scream had come from the woman he loved—the only woman that mattered, the woman who had captured his heart.
His woman.
With her eyes tightly shut, Sam felt drained, totally spent and shocked. Two orgasms back to back! She would not have believed such a thing was possible—maybe for some women but not her. She had been happy with her last encounters—as infrequent as they were—but to get not just one real good one but two? Wow!
No, actually, Blade had given her four. She couldn’t forget the night in the parked car and Monday night here on this same floor. A total of four orgasms and he hadn’t fully penetrated her yet.
She opened her eyes and gazed up at him. He was looming over her and still had her pinned to the sofa. It was evident he wasn’t planning on letting her go anywhere. He was probably thinking that she’d had four orgasms to his one and that he was due a few more. She hated to disappoint him, and she wouldn’t. She was tired of fighting with him, tired of denying herself the very thing she wanted.
She had tried teaching him a lesson, humiliating him in a way most men would not have put up with. But he was still here. The man had staying power if nothing else. Did he want her as a notch on his bedpost that bad? Evidently. But still, she wouldn’t be easy. Di Meglios never were.
“Well?”
She glanced up at him, ran her fingers through her hair and said, “Well, what?”
“Ready to go again?”
She would have laughed if she’d had the breath to do so. He really thought highly of himself. “Two is all I can do in a twenty-four hour period. Sorry.”
“Says who?”
“Me. I know my body.”
He moved his fingers and it was then she realized they were still inside of her. “I know your body, too. I’m getting six out of you today.”
He had to be kidding. “Six?”
“Yes.”
“And how did you come up with that number?” she asked.
A smile touched both corners of his lips. “That’s the number you stopped at. The number when you gave in.”
She didn’t like the sound of gloating in his voice. “Doesn’t matter. You still didn’t make me beg.”
“Yes, I did.”
“No, you didn’t.” She would have remembered. Wouldn’t she?
“You said please.”
She frowned, vaguely remembering what she’d said. “So what if I did? That wasn’t begging.”
“Yes, it was.”
She didn’t intend to argue with him.
“Say it was, so I can get you out of these shorts,” he said, not letting the matter drop.
He was working his fingers again and the feel of them was sending tremors through her body, and then she began feeling a wave of hunger building up inside her once more. How in the world was that even remotely possible?
“Blade?”
“Hmm?”
“Why are you doing this?”
“I’d rather show you why rather than try to explain,” he whispered, his voice confident and arrogant, yet at the same time tender and warm.
She stared at him as he continued to work his fingers, while the hunger kept growing inside of her. And she knew as miraculous as it could be, if he kept it up that she would come again. But this time, she didn’t want his mouth or fingers to deliver such pleasure. It was time to stop evading what she really wanted—total and complete penetration.
He was still holding her gaze and wouldn’t let it go. And in a move that she figured surprised him, she leaned up and took her tongue and ran the wet tip along the edges of his lips, those same lips that could arouse her just from looking at them. She smiled when he released