Sensual Confessions - Brenda Jackson [89]
She swallowed and glanced around. “What would your neighbors think?”
“They won’t be able to see a thing,” he assured her, using his tongue to lick her earlobe. “This balcony is private, secluded, flanked by solid brick walls. It’s dark, and as you can see, no one is in the Madaris Building tonight.”
She looked across the park at the building.
“I want you,” he said, as he began tracing kisses around the side of her neck. “I want to get inside your body and ride you hard, Sam.”
He lifted his head and her eyes stared into his. She felt the heat coming from his lips and saw the way his nostrils flared. As if they had a mind of their own, her arms reached out and encircled his neck and she pulled his mouth to hers.
The kiss was long, deep and intoxicating, and had her groaning in the deepest part of her throat. She knew he was lifting the hem of her skirt when she felt the cool night air caressing her thighs. And her heart began thumping harder against her chest as his hands slid off her panties.
“Oh.”
His fingers trailed over her Brazilian wax job, caressed the clean smoothness of the skin before easing a finger into her wetness. She groaned again from the probing, and when his finger began making circular motions inside of her, she pulled her mouth from his and threw her head back.
In an effortless move, he turned her to face the railing and stepped up behind her, letting his erection press hard against her buttocks. “Feel me?” He leaned forward, licking the side of her face with his tongue.
“I feel you,” she responded, barely able to get the words out. “You’re hungry?”
A smile touched his lips. “Starving, sweetheart. Can I make a sensual confession?”
She moaned deep in her throat. His finger was still inside of her, making her clutch him fiercely with every stroke. “Yes.” Her response was followed by another moan.
“I like shooting off inside of you, combining our juices while I thrust in and out.”
His words were killing her softly, arousing her even more. “I heard you have cases of condoms,” she panted.
He smiled again. “I do. Make sure I show them to you sometime. But I like being skin to skin with you without anything between us. I like giving you a part of me that no other woman can ever claim. I hope you don’t mind.”
“If I did mind, it wouldn’t have happened the first time or all those other times after that. Now stop talking and take me, Blade, like in your fantasy.”
“Hmm, not yet. I need to cop a taste first. Hold this position and don’t move until I tell you to do so.”
She was tempted to turn around when she heard him pulling a couple of pillows off the patio furniture, and then she glanced down and saw that he had nestled his body flat on his back between her open legs. His hands grabbed a hold of her knees. “Come on, baby. Lower yourself, down to my mouth.” He licked his lips. “I’m waiting. I’m starving.”
“Blade.” His name came out as a sensuous sigh as she lowered her body. When her womanly center was directly over his face, he raised up to settle his mouth between her legs.
She swallowed a scream when his tongue entered her, and her hands tightened on the railing. With intense thrusts of his tongue inside of her, her body began to quiver—shuddering as it had never done before. She took in deep breaths and when she thought there was no way she could handle any more, her body exploded.
“Blade!”
How could he do such things to her? And why did she let him? She knew the answer before the last shudder left her body. She loved him. The man who’d told her that he would never love a woman, would never marry—against all odds—had captured her heart.
Sam held tight to the railing as all her strength left her, making her weak in the knees, even as he held them. Moments later he released her and slid from under her. And then he was there, behind her. She heard his zipper open and his pants drop. The erection pressing against her was large, hot and ready—just like she’d imagined.
Before she could utter a sigh,