Sensual Confessions - Brenda Jackson [80]
And then she used the tip of her tongue and wiggled it through the center of those lips, and when he all but sucked it inside his mouth to join with his, she flicked it all over the place.
Moments later, he pulled back and stared hard into her eyes. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” he asked in a strained voice.
She knew this response would be easy. “I’m begging, Blade.”
But not for long, Blade thought, when he shifted his body to remove her shorts. He was stripping her and stripping his control all at the same time, obsessed with anticipating the feel of her muscles clamping him and pulling him in as they had done before. But first he had to make certain of something. More for her benefit than for his.
“Are you on the pill?”
She blinked. “The pill?”
“Yes?”
She nodded. She was on them more so to regulate her period than anything else, but he didn’t have to know that. “Yes, why?”
“If you want me to use a condom, I will, but I like the feel of being inside of you bare. I’m healthy,” he said, twisting around to pull his wallet out of his back pocket and then taking something out of it to hand to her.
She took what looked like a laminated business card, but when she studied it, she saw that it was a health card. She glanced back up at him. “You carry around a health card?”
“Yes. Don’t you?”
“No.”
“It doesn’t matter,” he said, when she handed the card back to him. “I’m making love to you regardless.”
“Why?”
He stared down at her. She was totally naked as he straddled her, and he would be removing his own clothes shortly. Now would be a good time to tell her how he felt, but he knew he couldn’t. His woman was a “show me” woman and he intended to show her in both deeds and actions.
“Because of this.” And then he leaned closer and captured her mouth in a way he’d gotten used to doing, yet still found exciting. When he eased off of the sofa to remove his shirt, she sat up with him.
“Let me, Blade,” she said.
Sam’s voice was filled with sexual desire, so much that she could hear it herself and knew he had to be aware of it, as well. He stood there as she pulled his T-shirt over his head and proceeded to toss it aside. Instead of going straight for his pants she used her hands to roam all over him, touching places on his chest she had often fantasized about. He was built. He was masculine. He was all man.
She felt him tremble at the touch of her hand. She liked the feel of the crisp hair beneath her fingers.
“Having fun?” he asked in a tense tone.
She smiled at him. “Not as much as I intend to have.”
Surprise glinted in his eyes. “You’re dangerous.”
“You should have considered that before taking me on, Blade Madaris.”
And then she leaned forward and captured one of the dark pebbles on his chest in her mouth, doing just what he’d done to her nipples earlier, licking and sucking.
She liked the guttural sound that he made and enjoyed the way his heart felt beating wildly in his chest pressed against her lips. Knowing she needed to take things to the next level, she pulled back and lowered her hand to undo his jeans, slowly easing down the zipper. It didn’t take her long to work both his jeans and his briefs down his legs and toss them aside.
“I need you to sit on the sofa so I can remove your socks,” she said, taking a look at him and enjoying the view. He was totally naked except for his socks.
He eased back on the sofa to sit down and she crouched down in front of him and slid the socks off his feet and tossed them aside. He then reached out for her, but she pushed him back against the cushion and, while still on her knees, leaned forward and licked his stomach, tracing wet rings around his navel with her tongue. She felt him clench his abdominal muscles as her mouth brushed against them.
She leaned back on her haunches and looked up at him. “You didn’t ask, Blade, but I’m healthy, too. I get regular checkups. Now move your hips toward me.”
He eased forward as she requested and the moment he did she dipped her head to his lap.
Mercy!
That was the only word Blade could