by Ju Ephraime
Foxx lowered his head, his mouth brushing over her face with a touch as light as gossamer. His gentleness took her by surprise. She was expecting a more aggressive move from him and had to work at hiding her astonishment.
His lips glided to the corner of her mouth then across her jaw until his tongue touched the lobe of her ear. She turned blindly to his mouth, needing the full pressure of his lips on hers. Slowly, Foxx gave it to her, possessing her by agonizing degrees that elicited a moan from her when he finally complied. Moving farther into him, Therèse opened her mouth, taking the taste of him deep within. He tasted like beer and heat. She loved the taste of him. It was addictive.
He stroked the interior of her mouth with his tongue, moving back and forth from her lips to her tongue with a skill that destroyed her ability to think.
Breathing became difficult as she fought for some control. She was sinking fast into that familiar sexual haze. Pulling her even closer, Foxx lifted her effortlessly with one hand as his other hand roamed over her hip, buttocks, and the underside of her breast.
His hand was everywhere. His mouth drifted to her throat and then back to her lips, kissing her repeatedly as if he couldn’t get enough of her mouth. When he engulfed her entire mouth with his and proceeded to feed on hers, she became desperate. Rising on her toes, she brought her body into full alignment with his as she pushed her breasts against his chest, seeking some relief from the need riding her hard.
Suddenly, he broke the kiss, and lifting her completely off her feet, he lowered his head down to her breast. Foxx took her nipple into his mouth through the fabric of her dress. As he pulled hard, she shattered. She wanted to feel his skin against her.
As if reading her thoughts, he undid the zipper of her dress, and then he took her breast into his mouth again, this time without fabric to protect her. Therèse felt as if she were going up in smoke. She was so out of it that she didn’t realize he was walking with her, even as he was busy devouring her breast, until he eased her down onto the bed.
A slight tug was all it took to have her down to her underwear. This time she was wearing no bra, and her gorgeous breasts, full and taut, were a feast for his eyes, the nipples dark against her pale skin. He made no move to remove her panties. There was so little to begin with.
Trembling with possessive hunger, he stroked his hand over her thighs, cresting the soft curve of her belly and up to cup her breasts, her skin creamy against his dark skin.
“Take off your pants. I want to see you naked,” she all but demanded.
“Patience, I will soon. For now, I just want to look at you. I didn’t have the willpower last evening. It had been too long. But now, I want to reacquaint myself with you, with your gorgeous body, so bear with me a moment.”
He thought she had the most gorgeous body.
He’d dreamed of having her this way in his bed again for the past two years. Now that she was really there, he didn’t intend to hurry. He fully intended to do with her all the things he felt had been denied him by her abrupt departure.
He bent over and brought only his mouth to her breast, keeping his body from coming in contact with hers.
Sucking on her nipple, he drew hard and deep. She cried out, lifting her hips off the bed, instinctively seeking his body. He remained suspended over her, supporting his weight on his hands. He kissed his way from her breast to her navel and then back again to her mouth, where he spent a good minute paying homage. There were so many things about this woman that excited him that he was like a kid in a candy store.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered as she kept raising her hips to make contact with his body. He reached down and rubbed his finger against the dampness visible through the white fabric of her panties. She was so hot and wet to his touch that it felt like heaven when he sank his finger into her heated flesh.
His shaft throbbed as he thought about the pleasure that awaited him, but he might have to count sheep to prolong this mating with her.
Removing the strip of a fabric she called panties, he was greeted by the most perfect piece of womanhood. She was sensational looking, all pink and red and wet.
She clutched the sheets, but she made no move to stop him as he parted her soft folds to kiss her with a slow, intense wildness he had not unleashed on her before.
Finding the little nub of her clit, he proceeded to feast on her. Her hands tore at his hair, but he continued eating her, and the finger he inserted inside her came out drenched with her liquid. When he rolled the hard piece of flesh between his teeth and his lips, Therèse screamed and began to writhe. Foxx replaced one finger with two while he continued to suck on her clit, and he thought she would rip the hair off his scalp.
She kept thrashing her head from side to side, so he knew she was getting ready to explode.
“Foxx, Foxx, please, please. Please, Foxx,” she begged.
Stepping back, he was out of his pants in one fluid movement. “Now.” He gave a guttural sound and raised above her, his cock turgid and long. “I’ll give you what you want.” Fitting himself to the wet heat of her pussy, he angled his hips and sank into her with one mighty thrust. He achieved only partial penetration because she was so tight. He withdrew slightly, only to have her reach for him.
“Don’t stop, Foxx.”
It was all he needed to hear as he pushed back into her until he was buried to the hilt in her wet, sweet heat.
As he found his rhythm, driving into her was the most exquisite pleasure he had ever felt. When she whimpered in ecstasy and found her release, he almost followed her into blissful oblivion.
Instead, he withdrew, almost all the way, to escape the powerful pull of her muscles. He was determined to allow her pleasure again before he claimed his own. His mouth fed on hers while he found the aroused nub of her clit and applied pressure to it.
Therèse's kisses became almost savage in intensity as he began to move inside her hot, wet sheath. She held him, loving him with her tightness. Sweating with pleasure and exertion, he spurted his seed inside her in a climax so powerful and endless he took her along with him, her muscles contracting around his flesh as she gasped for air.
Her throat was parched from having to breathe through her mouth the entire time they were making love. The feeling had been so intense it was impossible to keep her mouth closed for an instant. She needed something to drink to ease her parched throat, but he continued in full battle mode.
He raised her legs over his arms, and bracing his feet on the edge of the bed, he alternated between quick, short strokes and long, grinding ones. Very soon he had her going along with him as he dragged his open mouth over her face and neck, licking greedily at the sweat coating her skin, a mixture of his and hers. Her need for a drink was quickly forgotten as she became caught up in the moment again.
He didn’t have to search for her nub because, in their current position, he was stroking her on the same sensitive spot over and over. Her back arched as fingernails scratched lines down his back.
“Foxx.” She breathed in a choked-off scream. They were both panting as she thrust her hand into his hair, holding the back of his head in place while he sucked on her taut nipples.
She began to shudder uncontrollably, coming apart for him. He placed his mouth over hers to drown the powerful scream that was torn from her as she shattered. Her muscles throbbed around him in powerful pulls, squeezing his cock, as she tried to take him along with her.
He was having none of it. He swore quietly and forced himself to remain still until only the occasional slight spasm gripped him as she came back down from her high. He was still as stiff as ever. He flipped her onto her stomach, angling her exactly how he liked. Then he began to move. She tried reaching back to him, moving her head to capture his mouth in a wild, passionate kiss that only served to feed his beast.
“What are you doing, Foxx? I can’t take any more.”
“Yes, you can. Remember I said I wanted my apology in blood, and I intend to claim every drop.”
“I c
an’t.”
“Are you sure?”
He reached between her legs and rubbed his finger on her swollen flesh, and he was rewarded with a burst of hot liquid drenching his finger. Moving her forward, he used his arm to support her while he had her place her head against her arms. Nudging her entrance with his cock, he continued to torment her, using his fingers to spread her folds for better access.
With her back to him, he began showering her with kisses, from her shoulders down to her spine. The thick length of him pushed past her swollen tissues. Thrusting his hand into her hair, he brushed it aside, exposing her neck where a pulse beat erratically, indicating her excitement. With a slow roll of his hips, he continued kissing her, gifting her with little bites in between kisses, which he soothed with his hot tongue.
He was right about her. She was ashamed to feel her body swept with need as her breathing became ragged with desire. She pushed back into him, quivering as she spread her legs wider, welcoming him as he burrowed into her too-tight flesh, one incredible inch at a time.
When he had entered all the way to the hilt, he centered himself and thrust forward, and she came on an orgasm that never seemed to stop. His finger never ceased working. It remained on her clit, stroking and rolling the stiff flesh as another orgasm rocked her.
“I can’t take any more,” she moaned.
“Liar,” he whispered in her ear, pulling her against his chest while he lifted her with each upward thrust of his body, taking her in pure possession.
The sound of flesh striking flesh was loud in the room. She must be aroused beyond belief to let him take her like this. The position made her feel primal and helpless at the same. The steady pumping while he had her suspended in the air sent her hurtling into a fourth, or was it a fifth, orgasm. She had lost count, and now, she felt him pulsing violently inside her, as he finally allowed himself to claim his release.
Gasping, he rolled onto the bed, taking her with him, molding her body to his. She could not move to save her life, and was about to admit as much to him, when she heard him murmur, “J’ai mes excuses dans le sang. I’ve got my apology in blood.”
For a long time, he held her close to him. Resting her head in the crook of his arm, she slept out of sheer exhaustion.
The first blush of the dawn was creeping into the room when she awoke to the insistent throb of his erection. Her body reacted immediately. She needed to visit the bathroom, but before she could move, his mouth was on her neck and shoulder, kissing the soft skin, tasting the salty tang from the sweat of the night before.
She pushed him away so she could get out of the bed, and he rolled over easily, causing the jutting length of his erection to bounce into the air.
Therèse just could not resist the temptation. Straddling him, she positioned her body over him and sank down. She heard him suck air in through his teeth, and steadying her hips with his hands, he guided her into a rhythm that would work for both of them.
In that moment, she felt that he was hers once again. It was in the way he allowed her to set the pace and did not try to take control. It was as if he were saying, “I’m yours, take me.”
And take him she did. She forgot about going to the bathroom because every groan Foxx made as he arched his hips to meet her downward stroke was like fuel to her fire. He slid his hand between their bodies as she lifted to bring her breasts to his waiting mouth.
The sensation of his mouth on her breasts and his finger rubbing her clit had her coming so hard that she set him off, too. He stiffened his hand behind her nape as he pulled her down to him. Foxx kissed her with such hungry desperation that it almost had her coming again as he whispered to her, “Je vous adore. I adore you.”
“And I you” was all she had the energy to reply before she collapsed onto his chest.
chapter
TWENTY
The morning sun was streaming through the window by the time she awoke again. The covers were drawn up to her neck, and her discarded clothes were neatly folded on the trunk at the foot of the bed.
Calling out sleepily for Foxx, she wanted him to come back to bed but soon realized that was out of the question because the faint aroma of breakfast wafted into the room. She accepted that it was time to get out of bed.
Turning onto her stomach, she found herself wincing as she felt the effects of the bites and bruises from her activity of the previous night. A satisfied grin spread across her face. Had it not been for the after-effects, she could well have made herself believe it was a dream, but her body bore the evidence wonderfully.
Closing her eyes for a brief moment, Therèse again savored the pleasure Foxx had given her. She felt light and buoyant, almost in a state of suspended expectation.
As he walked into the room, he looked at her with one of his brows raised in question. “What, may I ask, has you smiling like a well-satisfied cat?”
“I’m a well-satisfied cat, so I’m entitled to smile. Do you have a problem with it?” She wanted to know.
“By no means. I love to see my kitten satisfied and happy, so you won’t get any complaints from me.”
“Have you made breakfast?” she asked.
“I have. Why? Were you thinking of making me breakfast?”
“As a matter of fact, I was. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Not at all,” he replied. “But since I’ve already done it, why don’t we save your turn for the next time?”
“Okay. I’ll hold you to that. For now, I am off to the bathroom.”
“Are you taking a bath or a shower?”
“Shower, I think. I don’t want to keep you waiting.”
Her shower was quite brief indeed because the water stung her in places she didn’t know could sting. After shampooing and towel-drying her hair, she was out of the bathroom in fewer than twenty minutes. She was just wondering, besides Foxx’s shirt, what she would wear to leave the house today.
But she need not have worried. It seemed Foxx had anticipated just such an occasion and had bought her two complete changes of clothes. This was not the first time he had bought her clothes, and his taste was perfect. He’d bought one white sundress and one two-piece outfit in a pale yellow. Both outfits were loose-fitting and made of a soft, gauzy fabric.
There were three sets of matching underwear in a neutral color. He’d even bought her matching flip-flops. This man thought of everything. Sometimes, he seemed too good to be true.
She wrapped a towel around her head and walked into the kitchen, where he was just putting the finishing touches to a scrumptious breakfast. He walked over to her to give her a kiss with a great deal of tongue, which had them both breathing hard when they eventually came up for air.
“What did you prepare? It smells wonderful.”
“Do you want to have breakfast in here or out on the verandah?”
“The verandah. I love this time of the morning before it’s ruined by the heat of the midday sun.”
“The verandah it will be then.”
“Can I carry something for you?”
“Yes, you can bring the coffee mugs and the plates. I’ll carry everything else.”
“By the way, thanks for the outfits. I love everything, Foxx.”
“You are most welcome.”
“If you don’t mind my asking, when did you have the time to buy these?”
“These outfits are sold at most of the stores on the pier. I bought them when I went to see Clay yesterday.”
“Oh, I haven’t seen Clay for a couple of days now. How is he doing?”
“From what I could tell, he appeared to be fine. Let’s go eat.”
There was no doubt this man was an accomplished cook. Even if he professed not to like it, he did a wonderful job of putting a meal together.
Breakfast consisted of a banana tart, cod fritters, and a fresh, crispy French baguette, dripping with butter. Freshly squeezed pineapple juice and local island coffee accompanied the food. The entire meal was wonderfully cooked and presented. S
he couldn’t help hoping, when it was her turn, she would be able to come close to this level of perfection.
“What are your plans for today?” Foxx inquired.
“I don’t have any plans, but I do intend to call my mom to see how things are going with the business, and because of the time difference, I have to do it as soon as I get back to the hotel.
“Okay, I’ll take you back whenever you’re ready.”
“After I straighten up the kitchen, I’m going to blow-dry my hair, and I’ll be ready in a jiff.”
“You don’t have to do anything in the kitchen, Therèse. I’ve already taken care of it. I have the annoying habit of cleaning as I go. So all I have to do is to add these dishes to the dishwasher, and I’m done.”
“Come to think of it, where are the two women who used to keep house for you?”
“They are still here, only I have them come after lunch. I didn’t like them disturbing my sleep.”
She left the kitchen to dry her hair.
He didn’t want her to know he’d been hung over most mornings after she’d left him. As a result, he’d had to ban his employees from his home until he got himself under control, which was usually after noon.
Those had been some dark days for him, and he was determined not to go back there. He was fucked if she decided to return to England and leave him again. He wasn’t kidding himself. Foxx didn’t think he could survive another rejection from her. He kept telling himself he would be able to walk away when the time came, but he had his doubts. The more time he spent in her company, the more attached he became. God help him because he was powerless to resist her. She had gotten under his skin years ago, and there was no removing her. She was in too deep.
When Therèse walked into the kitchen after she had dried her hair, Foxx couldn’t help thinking she looked beautiful. There was a glow about her he knew he was responsible for putting there. She'd had that glow before, and it hadn’t stopped her from leaving him. He had to adjust himself because, all of a sudden, his jeans were feeling snug in the crotch. He just couldn’t seem to get enough of this woman.