Page 64 of Love Me Carefully
His tongue dipped in and out of her ear while his hands groped and kneaded her ass.
His heart beat erratically and hers was thumping wildly in her chest. “Five seconds tops,” he said, then darted through the connecting door.
When he returned she was standing beside the bed. “I think you broke your own record,” she grinned.
Terrell didn’t say a word, simply tossed the box on the nightstand and walked to her. Planting both hands firmly beneath her ass he lifted. She obediently clasped her legs tightly around his waist and they fell, more like collapsed, onto the waiting mattress, both laughing and kissing.
Pulling himself up to rest on his elbow he looked down into her eyes, rubbing his thumb over her swollen lips. “We are going to be so good together.”
He definitely didn’t have to tell her what she already knew. So without further preamble she removed his glasses. Stretching her arms to reach the nightstand, she set them down. “We’re going to be great together.” She smiled as her eyes returned to his.
His heart skipped a beat. In her own subtle way, she’d told him what he so desperately needed to hear—she loved him. Dropping his head, he took her lips again briefly, teasingly, before unbuttoning her shirt.
She was still as a stone as he undid the buttons one by one. Then his long fingers splayed across the span of her stomach, their warmth easing her nervousness. When his hand moved to cup one swollen breast, she held her breath. Then he leaned closer, suckling one hardened nipple through the material of her bra. She moaned into the quiet of the room.
With one hand still attending the breasts he’d dreamed about so frequently, his other hand reached between her back and the mattress to unsnap her bra. Then he removed both the shirt and the bra.
A few braids had fallen forward with her movements and now hung between and around her breasts. One by one he moved them around her shoulders to lie against the mattress and brushed the back of his hands against the creamy brown swells. Because he couldn’t resist, because the mere sight of her darker brown nipples, puckered and hard, called to him, he cupped each breast hungrily, kneading the mounds through his fingers. Again, he lavished them with his tongue, pushing them both closer together, attempting to suckle each nipple at once, then blowing on them in brief succession.
Leah clenched at the sheets as her head moved from side to side. She’d never felt this before,never. From her neck down she was on fire, her body heating like hot lava waiting for the ultimate eruption.
With trembling hands, he finished undressing her. Finally, blessedly, she was gloriously naked, lying on the bed. “You are so beautiful.” He looked down at her with clear admiration in his eyes.
Leah almost sang with joy. Nobody had ever looked at her like that, never said anything like that to her and it surprised her how much she’d needed it to hear it, how much she’d actually longed for someone to want her that way. Holding her arms out, she reached for him.
Falling into her arms was the easiest thing Terrell had ever done. He felt so comfortable there, so right to be in her arms. The tighter she clung to him, the more positive he was that she was the woman for him.
When his lips grazed the sensitive skin beneath her ear, she purred with pleasure, arching up off the bed. Her legs wrapped around his as she felt the burning length of his desire covered still by his shorts rubbing roughly against her center.
Slipping her hands between them she eased her hand down his belly, grasping his arousal. He jerked. Heady with her newfound power she quickly undid the buckle of his belt and unfastened his shorts. With both hands grazing the hardened contours of his ass, she slid his shorts and boxers beneath his waist. Not wanting to wait another minute to feel him skin against skin, she grabbed the full length of him, stroking him slowly at first, then picking up the pace.
Struggling for each breath, Terrell closed his eyes in ecstasy and buried his face further into the crook of her neck as her hands glided back and forth, pulling from him those premature drops of completion.
“I want you,” she whispered.
With those words, stars burst beneath his lids, his heartbeat accelerated and his mouth went dry. He wouldn’t make her beg, wouldn’t keep her waiting, would no longer deny himself. Reluctantly pulling away from her, he stood and quickly pulled his shirt over his head and let his shorts and underwear fall to the floor.
“Open for me,” he murmured spreading her thighs further apart. She lay naked beneath him, her pussy lips, the musky scent of her arousal sifting up through his nostrils, intoxicating him, enveloping him. He rubbed one finger down her center, watching the rise and fall of her breasts, the sudden intake of her breath. With soft rhythmic motions his finger circled around her stiffened clit.
Leah sucked in a tremendous amount of air and released it moments later on a long, exaggerated sigh. Her hands grasped the sheets as her legs begin to tremble beneath his stimulating ministrations. His fingers slid slowly, deeply inside her. Her catlike moans escalated as her hips met the rhythm of his two fingers planted securely inside her. With his free hand Terrell deftly massaged her right breast, rolling the pebbled nipple between his fingers.
“Terrell.” His name was torn from her throat.
“You are so wet, so damned wet,” he whispered as his fingers slid deeper into her moist center.
Lifting her right hand, she placed it atop his over her breast, guiding him to grip the softened mound harder as she climbed higher, to where she had no idea. Something was going on inside her, something was building and building, something so intense she was almost afraid of what would happen when it finally reached its peak. These were new sensations for her and she couldn’t quite get a handle on what to do or say. Going on instinct, she murmured, “I want to touch you.”
Removing his hand from her breast, he guided her hand to his swollen sex. She quickly lifted her other hand, slipping both hands around him, admiring him with her touch.
A low growl rumbled in his chest as he pulled his fingers from inside her and grabbed both breasts in his hands. She continued with quick up-and-down strokes, and he pumped against the continuous movement.
When his arms grew weak with the steady rising of arousal he bent over her, first kissing her neck, then her ear, then her cheek. Quickly turning her head, she opened her mouth to his, inviting him to take all she had.
“Oh my God,” he gasped just before her tongue delved back into his mouth.
Each moment, each second, each touch of his hand pulled her closer to the brink where anticipation bloomed and waited to burst free.
“Terrell.” Taking a breath, she tried to verbalize the feelings inside her.
