Sensual Confessions - Brenda Jackson [81]
This woman who was kneeling in front of him with his full erection in her mouth was doing things to him with her tongue that had him shuddering deep in his groin. He reached down and grabbed ahold of her head, tightened his fingers in her hair as he was devoured by what had to be the naughtiest mouth on earth.
“Samari.”
Her name was a tortured moan from his lips and he quietly conceded that he wouldn’t be able to handle what she was doing to him much longer. If she was retaliating for his earlier actions, she was getting retribution many times over. And when he felt his body nearly ready to explode, he slid his hands from her hair to her shoulders and, before she realized what he was doing, quickly eased her back, tumbling her to the carpeted floor and then swiftly joining her there.
The moment he straddled her body, he parted her legs and, gripping her thighs, eased into her warm, wet womanly charm. This time he didn’t intend to stop until he thrust to the hilt.
Her body was tight and clenched him mercilessly as he stared down at her and pushed forward, only pausing when she needed to draw in a deep breath. “When was the last time you did this?” he asked. If he didn’t know better he’d think she was a virgin. Her passageway was just that tight.
She looked up at him and for a moment he didn’t think she was going to answer. “Over four years ago.”
He blinked and decided that would be a discussion they would have later. But for now, he knew he intended to make this the best she’d ever had. Make it worth waiting four years for.
She dug into his shoulders as he moved deeper, stretching her body to accommodate his size. If there was any other way than this he would try it. However, he needed to feel her clenching him. He needed to give her all the pleasure she could handle.
When he had spread her to the hilt, he again gave her time to adjust. “You okay?” he said, wiping sweat off her brow.
She smiled up at him, “Yes, I’m fine now. I feel you.”
He chuckled. “Good, because now I’m going to fill you.”
By the time he figured that she’d gotten his meaning, he had begun moving, lifting her hips to receive his thrusts, easing in and out of her as if it was natural…and one day it would be.
Over and over he made love to her, stroking inside of her, slow and deep, imbedding himself to the hilt and then almost completely pulling out before going deep back inside again. Then he leaned forward and captured her mouth, making love to it with the same rhythm and pace of his thrusts.
When he felt her body buck underneath him, felt her detonate as her feminine juices began drenching him, he threw his head back and clamped down on her thighs and thrust as deep as he could go and then he exploded.
His semen shot straight to her womb. Hot, thick and potent. And he knew it had to be coating her insides, filling her. Once his sperm realized they were free, and no longer confined to a condom, he bet they would instinctively swim around like crazy to find an egg.
Not this time, fellas, he thought. He knew that had it happened this time, it would not have bothered him in the least. This was his woman. One day he wanted her to have his babies. He loved her and he wouldn’t be satisfied until she loved him back.
Before he could pull in a deep breath, more shudders racked his body, and another release shot straight to her womb when yet another orgasm claimed him. And he knew at that moment that he would never, ever get enough of her.
“Why haven’t you done this in four years, Sam?”
Sam refused to open her eyes, doubting she had strength to do even that. She pulled in a deep breath. That had been her sixth orgasm. Back to back. Once they’d christened the floor, he had taken her to the sauna, saying he’d never made love in a sauna before and wanted to try it. They had added to the steam and by the time he had stretched her out on the bench and