Pent up, locked up, held back, constrained, she had been imprisoned by her own pain for so long she dared not release. But being here with Devon awakened something she barely knew existed anymore. It was joy. It was pleasure. She wanted to surrender, to give herself permission to be happy. Maybe just a little, she reasoned.
Then, as wanting him intensified, he kissed her fiercely. Lips pressed hard, his tongue slipped into her mouth and he began to suck. The sensation was unimaginable. She held tight to him, feeling her body and mind release. She let go just a little more, and then everything became a blur. She floated weightlessly in his arms. The kiss had taken her. What she felt, what she knew, what she was had all vanished. The kiss deepened with luscious pursuit. Suddenly he was behind her, on top of her, beside her.
The delirious madness of their kiss had taken her someplace she’d never been before. Her thoughts swam in confusion. She tried to understand. How could a kiss do this to her? Rationally she knew it couldn’t, could it? But everything rational began to ease away.
She looked up, seeing the darkened ceiling again, and realized they were lying on his bed. It was both a blessing and not. She knew her legs had wobbled at one point. She just hoped she didn’t pass out as they kissed. He leaned away and touched her. “Jazz, are you okay?” he whispered.
She nodded and smiled. “No, yes,” she muttered. “What was that?”
“What was what?” he asked, looking down into her eyes with passion and desire still swimming in his.
“That, the kiss,” she said.
He smiled again. “Are you okay?” he repeated softly.
She hummed. “Definitely better than okay,” she said.
Side by side they lay looking into each other’s eyes. The passion that once was had subsided, and this easy, comfortable feeling was calming and patient. The room was dark as they lay on the bed. She knew it was just a lighting trick, but the darkness gave her a bravery that she knew she’d never be able to muster otherwise. She stroked the side of his face tenderly. “Devon, we can’t do this.”
He nodded. “I know. It’s not time yet.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“You’ll see. When you’re ready for me, and you want us to happen, I’ll be here waiting for you.”
“You are so arrogant.”
“I know. I get that a lot,” he joked.
She smiled. “Devon, I don’t need a relationship right now. I can’t handle it. Is that okay?”
He nodded. “Do you need a friend?” he offered.
She smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I definitely need a friend.”
“Good. Me, too,” he said.
“So, friends can talk about anything, right?”
“Oh yeah, definitely anything,” he said.
“And they help each other out sometimes, right?”
“Umm-hmm,” he agreed.
“And friends can kiss.”
He smiled. “Oh, absolutely.”
“Good.” She kissed him tenderly then reached up and stroked his face again. He closed his eyes, seeming to savor the feel of her touch. She closed her eyes, too, and relaxed back into the feel of his big, comfortable bed. She moved to cuddle closer. He wrapped his arms around her protectively. The moment was perfect.
A few minutes later he heard the calmness of her slumber. He looked down at her body. The form-fitted camisole rose as she inhaled. He focused on the swell of her breasts. He hungered for more, but touching her now was out of the question. He closed his eyes, regaining control of his desire. Jazz was the woman in the back of his mind all his life. She was his dream even before he knew what life was about. He’d idolized her as a kid and worshiped her as a teen. As a man there were numerous distractions, but none could compare to Jazz. Women came and went in his life, but she always stayed. And now he had come full circle. She lay beside him and he wanted so much more than just her body.
An hour later Jazz woke up and looked around. Devon was gone. She sat up and looked around the room. She spotted him standing on the balcony. She watched a moment. He still wore the white shirt, although now it was blowing wildly against the storm’s breeze. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts. She got up and walked to the balcony. He turned and leaned back against the rail. He smiled, seeing her standing there in the doorway still in just her camisole and baggy pants. “You fell asleep,” he said.
She nodded and then walked over to stand beside him. “I guess I was tired.”
“Running away can do that.”
She looked at him, knowing that he’d figured her out too well. “Yeah, I guess it can.” She turned to the night sky, seeing light flashing through the thickness of the clouds above. A sense of smallness swept over her. “I guess the storm is coming this way now.”
“No, it’ll pass us by,” he said. Just then a fierce rumble of thunder roared in the distance. She tensed and wrapped her arms around her body. “Are you chilly?” he asked.
“No, I’m okay.” The thunder roared again, and she shivered.
Devon could plainly see that she wasn’t okay. He walked over, stood behind her and wrapped his arms around her securely. She leaned back into his strength. She closed her eyes, hoping to remember this moment for years to come. Lightning flashed, and he instinctively held her tighter. “Do you want to go back inside?”
“No.” She turned within his embrace and looked up into his eyes. She could see that passion and desire still raged. She smiled, knowing that he was the release she needed. “I want you to make love to me.” His expression didn’t change, but she could feel his body’s reaction. She touched his chest, then raked her nails down the length, stirring a dull tingle. His body shuddered away. She saw the muscle in his jaw tighten. She circled his nipple with her finger. His hooded eyes quivered.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” he asked. His voice was husky and strained.
“Tell me.” She kissed and licked his chest as before, knowing that would incite his need further. It did. His body tensed and his arms slackened around her. He grasped then held tight to the rail, trapping her with his body. She caressed his neck, his shoulders and his arms. He shuddered. She kissed his neck then down the thick muscles of his arm. She nibbled and bit, feeling his body quiver and shudder against her. “What am I doing, Devon?” she whispered. Then, using the palms of her hands, she circled his nipples. They hardened instantly. A low guttural groan rumbled through his throat. “Do you like that?”
She continued teasing him, tasting him, touching him and playing the dangerous game she knew would end so pleasurably. “Do you still want me?” she expounded, rocking her hips and stomach to the hardness between his legs.
He opened his eyes and glared at her. “You know I do.”
“What do you want? Tell me.”
“I want to taste you,” he said.
She smiled. “You do, huh?” she asked. He nodded slowly. “Okay, then show me. Taste me right now,” she teased. She reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. She kissed him. His response was explosive. She gasped, not expecting his restraint to release so quickly. He was everywhere, touching her, caressing her, wanting her. His mouth descended down her neck to her shoulder then farther down, down, lower. He was on his knees kissing her stomach, her hips. He unsnapped and unzipped her pants, letting them fall free.
He looked up. She stood in her camisole, panties and heels. His eyes seemed to blaze. He braced his hands on the lace-top bodice and ripped it open savagely. She gasped, surprised, then grabbed his shoulders to steady herself. But before she could react, his mouth took her breast and suckled. He was tasting her, and the pleasure of his mouth and tongue was insanity. His hands held her back, pressing her close to fill his mouth completely. He licked her nipple fast in quick succession then slowed his pace to methodical torture. Her mind was awash with colors and light. She couldn’t think straight even if she wanted to. She closed her eyes tight and moaned her pleasure, hearing a rumble of thunder close. It rum
bled again. It wasn’t until Devon stopped completely and held her waist firm that she realized he’d been asking her something.
“Jazz, listen to me. Do you want me to stop?” he asked a third time. “We can still stop.”
She looked down at him and smiled then shook her head. “No, don’t stop.” He leaned and gently kissed both nipples. Then he covered them with his large hands, letting his thumbs circle and tantalize her pebbled nipples. She licked her lips and bit at her lower lip. His hands were masterful, and his mouth was unbelievable.
He took her one hand and placed it over her other breast. With his hand over hers, he guided her to massage herself. Of course she had touched her body before, but never like this. It was sensual and hot. She looked down, seeing his mouth and his hand on her hand over her breasts. She arched back and he switched positions, taking her other breast into his mouth while she felt the swollen dampness of the other. Her body shook and quivered. She was wet and ready for him now. “Devon, let’s go back inside to the bed,” she said breathlessly.
He either didn’t hear her or didn’t want to. He released her one hand and then slowly pulled her panties down. Her legs wobbled. She knew what he was going to do next. He told her. His hand pressed between her legs. He felt her wetness thicken. He lifted her leg to his shoulder and kissed her inner thigh. She held tight to his shoulder and the rail. “Devon,” she called out. “Devon.”
The first thrust of his fingers made her stomach flip. The second made her body shudder. The third nearly drove her to the edge. He was inside her, but his thumb stroked the tiny place above her nib. She weakened. Her legs gave way. His fingers went deeper, and she nearly shattered. “Do you feel me inside of you?” he asked. Her mouth was open and completely dry. She couldn’t speak, so she nodded. “No, say it. Tell me,” he instructed.
“Yes, I f-feel you,” she stammered, not recognizing her own voice.
“Do you want more?”
She nodded. “Yes, more.” She rocked her hips into him, and he continued delving deep into her. The intensity of his touch was beyond her wildest thoughts. He knew exactly what to do, and he was doing it with unrestrained delight.
She moaned and gasped, feeling her arousal rising higher and higher. His mouth took her breast again. His tongue tantalized her nipple. The rhythm of his hand and his mouth synchronized. She surged and pressed against him, meeting his cadence. Then, when her body began to shudder and she neared her climax, he placed her other leg on his shoulder and tasted her. She held to the railing behind her. His tongue replaced his thumb, and her nib replaced her nipple. He suckled until seconds later she exploded.
The intensity of her orgasm was mind-blowing. She was instantly blinded by white lights in the darkness around her. He continued, and she came again. This time the white lights seemed to shatter and rain down on her. She didn’t feel her body, only the surging ecstasy swelling and exploding again. She shrieked, this time releasing all her pain and frustrations.
“Yes, yes, Devon, Devon, yes.”
He stopped and sat back, releasing her legs. She slumped forward over his shoulder. He stood, placing his arm under her knees and holding her to his body. She closed her eyes and held tight, knowing he was carrying her inside. He placed her down on his bed, removed her heels and then covered her with a soft, cloudlike throw. She closed her eyes and moaned her contentment as the softness covered her like a gentle cloud.
“That couldn’t have done much for you,” she said, opening her eyes. He was staring down at her. The expression on his face was pure satisfaction.
“On the contrary, I love tasting you,” he whispered.
“But…”
“We have plenty of time to satisfy each other later.” He took his shirt off and tossed it on the bed. She looked up at him longingly. The look in his eyes told her everything she needed to know. At that moment, she was the only woman in the world. She felt loved, and even if it was just for that one moment, it was enough to last her. “Okay?” he said. She nodded. “I’ll be right back.” She nodded again.
When he walked away, she suddenly felt the chill of loneliness. She sat up, grabbed his shirt and put her arms through the sleeves. She wrapped her arms around her body. His scent was on the shirt. She inhaled deeply letting the essence of his body seep into her lungs. She still wanted him. He had quenched her desire, but she still wanted more. She wanted to feel him inside of her.
She lay down, seeing the room darken again. The unique lighting effects still fascinated her. She looked up at the ceiling and smiled. It seemed to glow and ripple, probably a reflection from the fish tank. She stretched back and then leaned up on her elbow. Devon walked back into the bedroom.
Seeing her lying on his bed with just his white shirt on stopped him in his tracks. His jaw dropped slowly and a muscle pulled tight. She smiled seductively. “You said that we have plenty of time to satisfy each other later. Well, I was thinking, how about if later is right now?” she whispered.
Chapter 8
INTERIOR—DEVON’S HOME
Devon’s eyes focused on Jazz and never veered away. He walked over to the bed and stood just beyond her reach. He looked down the length of her body. Everything about her was arousing. There was no way he could turn away from her this time. He had restrained his desire earlier; he knew she wasn’t ready. But now there was no way he could walk away.
She left the shirt open just enough to hint at the prize beneath. The front of the shirt crossed over just below her waist, leaving the sweet swell of her breasts nearly visible. The teasing view almost took his breath away. He immediately thought about taking her into his mouth earlier. The swollen fullness of her breast was the perfect mouthful. “You have no idea how beautiful you are lying there.”
She smiled graciously. “Thank you. I’m glad you think so. Want to know what I think?”
“What do you think?” he asked.
“I think you have too many clothes on.”
He smiled shyly. “You think so, huh?”
Jazz nodded. “Oh, definitely. As a matter of fact, I think we both do.” She climbed onto her knees and knelt in front of him as he stood beside the bed. She placed her hand on his chest. The contrast of her small hand on his broad chest had appealed to her. She ran her hands over his body, feeling his shoulders and arms. Then she ran her hands down his body to his stomach and waist. She unsnapped his jeans then held the zipper. Her hand brushed against his already bulging hardness. She felt him jump and lean away. “You’re not afraid of little old me, are you?” she asked, smiling seductively.
“Jazz, you have no idea what you do to me.”
She smiled then reached up and touched his lips. The intimate act sparked another surge of desire. He took her hand and kissed her fingers. Then he opened his mouth and licked. She watched, enthralled by the erotic act. He guided her index finger into his mouth. The warmth of being inside of him sent an instant thrill surging through her body.
He began sucking her finger. She opened her mouth to speak, but found herself completely mesmerized by the seduction. Her body shivered involuntarily. If this was his way of enticing her, he was more than succeeding. She held her breath as she watched his intimate act continue. The memory of him sucking other parts of her body came to mind. Her body moistened for him instantly. She was ready for him now.
She slipped her hand from his mouth and ran her moistened finger down the front of her body. She dipped her hand beneath the opening of the white shirt. He watched intently, spellbound by her sensuous actions. His eyes half closed and his jaw muscle tightened again. “Did you know that I like touching your chest?” she whispered then ran her fingers across his chest, raking her nails softly down his body. Her intent of going all the way was obvious.
He shuddered and his eyes flew open. He stilled her hands and looked into her eyes. He leaned in and kissed her long and lingering. He released her hands, and she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled closer. The kiss ignited even more passion as the hun
ger of their desire swelled. When the kiss ended, he continued to her neck and shoulders then opened the shirt wide. He looked down at her perfect breasts. They stood full and firm, with nipples already as hard as diamonds.
He leaned over and captured one nipple in his mouth. She gasped as he pulled then gorged himself with her breast. She arched her back with one hand planted firmly on his strong shoulder and the other holding his neck to her body. He held her back, pressing her forward into his mouth. She gasped, twitched and writhed with pleasure. She was breathless as he ravished her. His tongue tantalized each nipple, licking and nibbling one and then the other. Her body was going weak.
He held tight then sat down on the side of the bed and pulled her onto his lap facing him. She straddled his hips. She instantly felt the masterful hardness pressing into her. He placed his large hands over each breast then slowly began circling and massaging, teasing and tempting her with his palms. Her body began to shake and a deep groan rumbled in his throat.
“You have too many clothes on,” she muttered, barely coherent. He nodded. “Take them o—” She gasped before she could finish as he reached between her legs and caressed her core. She moaned, knowing already what his talented fingers could do to her. He held her close and kissed her as his hands roamed free. Then he slowly lifted her back onto the bed. He stood and removed his pants and his shorts. She watched with delighted anticipation. Then seeing him naked nearly took her breath away. He was more than magnificent. He was stunning.
He grabbed a condom from the bedside drawer, put it on and then climbed onto the bed beside her. She rolled over to perch on top of him. She sat comfortably mounted with his hardness standing straight up against her stomach. He was amazingly thick and long. She looked into his focused eyes. “We can stop if you want to wait,” he offered. She shook her head decidedly. She had no intention of waiting a moment longer. She grasped him firmly and rose up to position herself. Then, without a second’s thought, she lowered her body onto him, impaling herself in one quick motion.
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