Sensual Confessions

by Brenda Jackson

“Ready to go again?”

  She would have laughed if she’d had the breath to do so. He really thought highly of himself. “Two is all I can do in a twenty-four hour period. Sorry.”

  “Says who?”

  “Me. I know my body.”

  He moved his fingers and it was then she realized they were still inside of her. “I know your body, too. I’m getting six out of you today.”

  He had to be kidding. “Six?”

  “Yes.”

  “And how did you come up with that number?” she asked.

  A smile touched both corners of his lips. “That’s the number you stopped at. The number when you gave in.”

  She didn’t like the sound of gloating in his voice. “Doesn’t matter. You still didn’t make me beg.”

  “Yes, I did.”

  “No, you didn’t.” She would have remembered. Wouldn’t she?

  “You said please.”

  She frowned, vaguely remembering what she’d said. “So what if I did? That wasn’t begging.”

  “Yes, it was.”

  She didn’t intend to argue with him.

  “Say it was, so I can get you out of these shorts,” he said, not letting the matter drop.

  He was working his fingers again and the feel of them was sending tremors through her body, and then she began feeling a wave of hunger building up inside her once more. How in the world was that even remotely possible?

  “Blade?”

  “Hmm?”

  “Why are you doing this?”

  “I’d rather show you why rather than try to explain,” he whispered, his voice confident and arrogant, yet at the same time tender and warm.

  She stared at him as he continued to work his fingers, while the hunger kept growing inside of her. And she knew as miraculous as it could be, if he kept it up that she would come again. But this time, she didn’t want his mouth or fingers to deliver such pleasure. It was time to stop evading what she really wanted—total and complete penetration.

  He was still holding her gaze and wouldn’t let it go. And in a move that she figured surprised him, she leaned up and took her tongue and ran the wet tip along the edges of his lips, those same lips that could arouse her just from looking at them. She smiled when he released a quick rush of breath.

  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 think of when his head fell back against the sofa. What was this woman doing to him? She had taken his heart, so what else did she want? He knew at that moment Samari Di Meglio had his soul, as well.

  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 entered her, thrusting in and out of her like he needed to mate with her as much as he needed to breathe, she could still feel the tremors that had rammed through her body.

  Afterward, they had drunk plenty of water and then together had prepared lunch. After lunch he had taken her on the kitchen table, claiming he was getting his dessert again, and then they’d made love in the shower. The remaining times had been in her bed.

  She glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. It was six o’clock and time for dinner, but she didn’t think she would ever be able to move again.

  “Sam?”

  She forced her eyes open to look at him. “What?” she said in a near whisper.

  “Why haven’t you made love in four years?”

  She closed her eyes. Moments later she reopened them, figuring he wouldn’t let her be until she told him. “I’ve been too busy setting up players. Building them up and letting them down.”

  He lifted a brow. “At the risk of your own pleasure?”

  She rolled her eyes. “What pleasure? At the risk of your ego getting inflated more than it probably already is,” she said. “This is a sensual confession that you can take to the grave. What I’ve shared with you today is the first time I’ve done this and gotten any real pleasure out of it. I’ve only done it three other times and the men were selfish.”

  “But I wasn’t?”

  She chuckled and rolled her eyes. “You can ask me that after six times? Pleeeze.”

  He grinned as he shifted his body to lean over her. “Did I hear you say please? That’s the magic word. I think you should get ready for number seven.”

  And before she could tell him he was crazy if he thought that, he lowered his mouth and proved that he wasn’t.

  Chapter 20

  “If I wasn’t seeing it with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have believed it. Blade actually brought a woman to the party,” several voices whispered.

  A number of heads turned to stare at the couple who had just walked in.

  “Who is she?”

  “Don’t know.”

  “Her face looks familiar.”

  “Hey, wait a minute. Isn’t that one of the girls who was in Luke and Mac’s wedding, one of Mac’s attorney friends?”

  Blade knew that he and Sam were being discussed the moment they entered the huge room at Whispering Pines, his uncle Jake’s ranch, where most of the Madaris parties were held. He and Sam had arrived in Houston late yesterday evening, but had only notified Slade when they had gotten to town. Blade knew for his family to see him and Sam together would be a shocker.

  He’d gone through the receiving line and had met Rasheed’s wife, Johari. The rumors he’d heard were true. She was a beauty, but he thought that no woman was as beautiful as the one standing beside him.

  Getting Sam to come with him to Houston hadn’t been easy. She had grumbled all the way, claiming he was just trying to boss her around. He’d finally convinced her that due to Alex’s hectic schedule it would be better if she came and talked to him here. The sooner Alex got a handle on things the better.

  Blade still didn’t like the fact that Sam’s life could be in danger. That day when they had finally made love had turned into a lazy day filled with sex, sex and more sex. She would blush every time he teased her about the number of times she’d come. By the time they had closed their eyes that night it had been a whopping ten. And he had awakened the next morning ready to make love to her again. He had set a record not only for her but for himself, as well. He’d never wanted any woman that much and for that long. He had driven her into work at ten on Thursday, a time he considered a reasonable hour.

  Her security team at the office had been apprised of the threat by Mac, and everyone was being cautious and alert. No packages were to be accepted that looked suspicious, and the only persons allowed in to meet with Sam were those appointments previously scheduled with current clients.

  Blade had taken the initiative to speak with the security force himself and everyone was ready to do whatever had to be done to protect her. Even Rita had pulled her head out of her romance novel long enough to listen, and by the look in her eyes Blade had a feeling this was probably the most excitement she’d ever experienced as a security guard.

  “Do you get the feeling that we’re being watched, Blade?”

  Sam’s question reined in his thoughts and he could only smile. Being watched was just the tip of the iceberg. Wait until his great-grandmother saw them. That’s when the interrogation would begin.

  He glanced around, not surprised to see a number of curious eyes on them, mostly those of his relatives. They were trying to digest it all, making sure they weren’t seeing things, or drawing the wrong conclusion. In this case the conclusions they reached would probably be right. The woman standing by his side would one day become Mrs. Blade Madaris.

  He smiled at her and said, “We are being watched. I usually don’t bring anyone to family functions.”

  “Why not?”

  “I’m a player, remember. It’s not good for my image,” he teased, and couldn’t help but laugh when he saw the frown on her face.

  “Come on,” he said, taking her hand. “I see my parents over there, as well as my grandparents. And I’m sure my great-grandmother is around here somewhere. I want to introduce you. The last thing I want is for them to get ideas about us. We’re nothing more than friends and the sooner they know it the better.”

  Sam nodded. “I agree.”

  Blade figured she would. What he d
idn’t tell her was that although he would tell his family she was nothing more than a friend, there was not a single one of them here tonight who would believe it.

  An hour or so later Blade had made the rounds with Sam by his side, introducing her to everyone. After claiming he needed to go discuss a business matter with Slade, he had left her in his great-grandmother’s and Syneda’s care, something that hadn’t gone unnoticed. Mama Laverne and Syneda were two of the most opinionated and nosy women in the Madaris family.

  Felicia Laverne Madaris, who was sitting on one of the sofas, glanced up at Sam and smiled before asking, “So, how long have you and my great-grandson been seeing each other?”

  Syneda noticed the surprised look on Sam’s face before she responded. “Blade and I aren’t seeing each other. We’re just friends. He’s sort of helping me out of a jam.”

  Syneda and Mama Laverne exchanged knowing looks. First of all, Blade didn’t have female friends, he had bed partners. And Blade wouldn’t help any woman out of a jam unless there was something in it for him. But what was so crystal clear to both women, although the waters were evidently still rather murky to Samari Di Meglio, was that somehow, someway, Blade had singled her out. It was also rather obvious Ms. Di Meglio had no earthly idea just what that meant.

  “I understand you’re expecting,” Sam said to Syneda, breaking into her thoughts. “Congratulations.”

  Syneda beamed. “Thanks. I’m happy about it, although it did come as a shock, since I was on birth control. But that’s the thing about a Madaris man. If he wants to get you pregnant, a simple thing like a birth-control pill or a condom isn’t going to stop him.”

  “Oh,” Sam said, and quickly looked away. She had nothing to worry about, since the last thing Blade would want to do was to get her pregnant. She was sure of it.

  After meeting them, Sam was convinced that she liked Blade’s family. Some of them she’d met before, at Mac and Luke’s wedding. They were friendly then and they were friendly now. Christy Madaris Maxwell had pulled out a bunch of photos of her little girl and Sam thought she looked like a doll, absolutely adorable. For a moment Sam could envisioned her own little girl, who would look like her father. And for some reason a little girl with Blade’s features flashed across her mind.