Page 65 of Love Me Carefully
Words weren’t needed as he’d been holding on to his own desire for far too long. He heard the desperation in her voice, felt it in the frantic ministrations of her hands, and thought he’d lose himself right there at that moment.
But he’d told her he would make it good. He wanted to make it good for her. He wanted to make her love him the way he so desperately loved her. So losing himself now in the palm of her hand would be the act of a horny boy, not of a man soliciting a woman’s heart. With iron will he pulled out of her reach to lie on the bed beside her. His hands were quick as they spanned her waist, pulling her so they both lay on their sides entwined by legs and arms.
“Leah, I’ve wanted you for so long,” he told her, his fingers twining through her heavy braids.
“I never thought I could want like this,” she sighed into his mouth, denial of her feelings towards him a distant memory.
For endless moments they kissed, their tongues sealing the bond between them. Leah thought she’d explode when he finally pulled his mouth away from hers. Blinking, she stared into his eyes. They simmered with passion, glistened with pleasure. There was so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted him to know, but the words didn’t come.
As if he knew exactly what was going through her mind, the backs of his fingers glided slowly over her cheek, his chest heaving beside hers. “There’s no turning back, Leah.” His voice cracked both with desire and fear. “I need you to know that I want all or nothing.”
“I know that,” she told him. And she was prepared to give it, she wanted to give it.
“You have to want that, too.” His voice was stronger now as his erection jutted and poked against her stomach. When she didn’t answer, his fear grew while his eyes questioned her again.
“I don’t know what to say, Terrell. I just know that I want to be with you, now. Is that enough?” She sure as hell hoped it was.
“As long as you know where I stand.” It wasn’t enough. He had wanted her to tell him that she wanted the same things he did, that she’d give him those things willingly, but she hadn’t and a small part of him said he should walk away—the bigger part elected to stay.
From the nightstand he grabbed the box of condoms, tore it open and returned to her with a small packet in hand. “You wanna do the honors?” he asked.
Leah quickly shook her head. She’d been bold enough when they’d been caught up in the passion, but now that they’d had a moment to regain their senses she was feeling shy.
Terrell smiled, ripped the wrapping off and covered himself. Pushing her onto the mattress, he covered her, bringing his lips down to take her mouth in a kiss designed to muddle her mind, to make her forget there was anyone else in the world except the person kissing her.
To Leah, the kiss did all those things and then some. Her arms twined around his neck. The beauty of Negril paled in comparison to this man who was preparing to love her.
He entered her slowly and her heart ached with the connection. He stayed deeply embedded in her for endless moment.
Terrell held his breath and only the thought of dying on top of her had him expelling it in one great whoosh. After all these weeks he couldn’t believe he was finally here. He was finally inside her and it was beyond anything he’d ever imagined. Her muscles clamped around him, taking him deeper still. When he finally possessed enough energy he pulled out of her gently, raising up on his elbows so he could look into her face.
Her eyes were closed as if she were regaining herself as well. Brushing light kisses along her cheeks he murmured her name with each long, sensuous stroke he made.
Leah moaned, her hands gripping his shoulders, her hips matching his rhythm, her mind soaring into the clouds, as he eased his thick length in and out of her.
“Oh, Terrell,” she murmured into his neck, nipping lightly at his skin.
Terrell moaned with absolute satisfaction, “Leah.”
As they moved together to the melody known only to lovers, his soul shook with the intensity of the feelings. He loved her beyond words and wondered if he told her again what her reaction would be. Her bucking and twisting beneath him tore his mind from those thoughts. He hardened to an almost painful point and stroked longer, harder, slamming into her with uninhibited ardor. Her legs clenched around him tighter, her ass lifting off the bed as her release began to overtake her.
She’d reached it, she realized. She’d reached the top of that mountain and, with Terrell’s persistent but pleasing thrusts, she’d fallen right over and now floated somewhere between heaven and earth. A ragged cry, a gasp of pure pleasure bounced off the walls and filled her ears. She’d screamed, she’d actually screamed. For years, she’d laughed at Nikki when she’d described a man making her climb the walls and yell with pleasure, and now she was sure she’d just done the same thing.
He’d pleased her, he could tell by the sound of her voice, the strength in her legs still wrapped tightly around him and the tightening convulsions of her walls around his dick. He was elated with the thought that he’d kept his word. A small part of him wondered if she’d faked it, thoughts of Tanya coming to mind. Then as quickly as that glimmer of doubt appeared it was replaced by the sound of her voice.
“I’ve never beentherebefore,” she whispered against his ear, taking the soft lobe into her mouth, suckling.
Nothing could ever surpass this feeling he’d just evoked. She seemed so content, so blissfully sated he ached to join her. Lifting above her, he untwined her legs from his waist and placed an ankle on each of his shoulders, plunging deeper inside her. “How about I meet you there?” A passion-filled grin spread across his face as he pumped into her fiercely.
Though Leah thought it would take hours to recover from her latest ride, Terrell’s demanding strokes started the climb all over again.
His hands gripped her ankles as he balanced himself on his knees, lifting her up to meet every thrust. “Leah!” Her name was torn from his very soul as her muscles pulled at him, twisting his insides and making him quake.
“Oh God, Leah!” His thrusts quickened, the friction of his hard dick against her silken walls coaxing him, guiding him to oblivion. “Damn. Damn, this is so good.” His lips contorted, his face twisted.
“Terrell.” She was breathless. This couldn’t be possible, she couldn’t be taking the same trip again—so soon. Her heart raced, her hands clenched at the sheets as she opened her eyes to see him.
He was on his knees above her, holding her legs tightly at his neck while he plunged into her mercilessly. In that instant he looked strong, confident and definitely male. Her heart ached with a feeling she knew had to be love. For all that he’d seemed to be when she first saw him—nerdy, geeky, nervous and confused—now he controlled her. He owned her and he worked her until she thought she’d crumble into a million pieces.
“Oh baby, it’s…” The words seemed stuck in his throat. “Leah, baby.” His movements stiffened and he came with what almost seemed like pain. “Oh, oh…Leah!” The muscles in his arms bulged as his hands gripped her ankles and he froze over her.
Leah felt a dizzying sense of spiraling in the air. Her pussy throbbed and pulsated as her release oozed out slow and hot.
Terrell collapsed on top of her, afraid that he’d die right there, but knowing that if that were the case, he’d die one happy man.
