The sweet moan she gave on him brought his orgasm with a vengeance, incomparable to anything he had ever experienced. He, who never lost control, could do nothing more than grip her head and thrust in and out, lost to the moment, vaguely aware that she gasped and rubbed him on her face while stroking with her hand, whispering yes, yes, yes.
Lost somewhere in the stratosphere and heaving for breath, Lesedi did not even begin to regret the orgasm, despite being at the beginning of the several hours he intended to spend making love to Miya. Unaccountably, though he still quivered in the throes of one orgasm, the first hints of tension from the next began to build. His body evidently held an endless supply of desire for Miya.
Their encounter in her bathroom had told of her passionate and giving nature, but this had gone far beyond his expectations. Holy mother of Africa, what a love goddess she had buried in her.
He was suddenly very eager to bring her entirely out.
Chapter Eighteen
Oh, God, had she really just done that? The taste of Lesedi still in her mouth confirmed it.
Shame threatened to overcome the absolute wonder at his responses, at her power. She'd acted like a slut rather than a virgin. He must think she'd lied.
She had to get away from him, get some space and think. She started to draw back.
Lesedi tightened his fingers in her hair, refusing to release her. "Stand up, Miya."
Shit. She'd agreed to do whatever he said. Well, that certainly wasn't going to happen anymore. He'd got his happy ending, so he wouldn't mind. She drew back a little more, forcing him to put more pressure on her hair if he wanted to stay near. He did.
Finally, when she didn't yield, he let go with one hand and tipped her chin back, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Miya, stand up for me."
Looking up at him, she could no longer refuse. Some secret part of her actually wanted to follow his orders, do whatever he demanded, give him anything and everything. That previously unexplored facet of her personality ran exactly counter to her usual beliefs.
After a long moment, she stood facing him, gaze lowered. She wasn't about to look him in the eye after what she'd just done.
Gentle fingers burrowed through her hair, caressing her scalp, until they finally settled to cradle her neck, thumbs at the points of her jaws. The slight pressure he exerted compelled her face upward until she had to either meet his gaze or close her eyes.
God, he was beautiful! All hollows and angles and smooth skin she needed to explore. That made it official. She was a pitifully infatuated virgin. A man like Lesedi, one who'd had plenty of other women, wouldn't want to waste his time with an inexperienced little prude like her. He'd want a real woman who knew exactly how to please him, no shyness or false starts, no embarrassing debacles like her little question about positions earlier. Reluctant to see the disappointment she already knew he felt, she hesitated but finally met his eyes.
When she did, Lesedi smiled his satisfaction. He just looked at her for a moment, as if considering how to let her down gently. "I don't know how to thank you." His eyelids dropped and he lowered his head. "Such an incredible gift…" Before she knew what he was doing, his lips brushed hers in a silken caress. "An incredible woman…" Another kiss. "Tasting my seed on your mouth is the most amazing thing."
He continued to murmur little compliments between sweet kisses for a moment. Maybe he wasn't so disgusted as she'd thought? His kisses, at first just the faintest of erotic contact, grew in intensity until Miya whimpered her frustrated wish for more.
He growled and swept his tongue across her lips. Gentle nips eased her lips apart to grant him access and he thrust his tongue into her mouth with plundering force. He explored her thoroughly for long moments while time stood still.
Gasping for air, she drew back slightly and he allowed her the space and turned his attention to tasting her jaw and face. The sounds he made, growls and moans, whispered phrases, all combined to drive her need higher still.
Suddenly, allowing him to do all the tasting seemed unfair and she was no longer content with it. Turning slightly, she brushed her lips along his jaw, fascinated with the texture of his beard stubble against the tender skin.
He reciprocated with tender little nips over her cheekbone, an area she would never have considered so sensitive. The heat his kisses kindled built formidably, flames racing through her blood stream.
When exploring his beard with her lips was no longer enough, she scraped her teeth over his jaw. Some quality of his skin seemed to answer a craving within her, because all of a sudden, she had to have all of him in that moment. She licked all along the line of his jaw, anxious to learn his texture and everything else about him.
When she moved to the underside of his jaw, a deep growl vibrated through his neck. "Miya," he paused to nibble at a particularly sensitive spot near her temple, "it's my turn. If you continue, you will bring me off again, and I am not certain I would recover so quickly again." He moved a little, taking his jaw and neck out of reach, only to trail his tongue along her jawbone.
A shiver of intense heat rolled over her in reaction to the unfamiliar sensations. "Recover?" The question slipped out before she realized how ignorant it made her sound. She might as well get used to it though. She was clueless where sex was concerned. The few dates she'd made time for had always ended in rushed and fumbled kisses and gropes, unworthy of even raising her pulse rate, and she'd always called a halt before it could go further. Finally she knew why those experiences had left her cold, anyway.
Lesedi's lips curved into a smile against her neck. "A man's body must recover from an orgasm before he can stay hard again." He nibbled along the side of her neck. "I am so desperate for you I did not need to recover from the first." More nibbling. "Now, lie on the bed. I am going to taste all of you."
He released her and Miya considered briefly the part of her nature that insisted on resistance. Quiet rebellion had always been her preference instead of open confrontation. Unlike the situation with Lyght earlier, she feigned compliance with Lesedi's order.
The bed, with its canopy and curtains of some nearly opaque fabric that glistened like morning dew, loomed like a mountain to be climbed and she allowed Lesedi to lead her to the side. She even accepted his assistance up the two low steps onto the raised platform. But she only sat on the edge of the bed.
Lesedi stood before her, sculpted abs rippling with his breath, and scowled a little, causing Miya to hesitate to continue her little rebellion. She didn't want an argument she couldn't win. After all, she had agreed.
Just as she was ready to move back on the bed, the scowl faded and Lesedi smiled just a little. And she couldn't miss the way his huge erection twitched as he moved a little closer to her. That told her he might just enjoy a bit of a challenge to his authority and her heart pounded at the thought of anything that might allow her to touch that magnificent body of his. She didn't move.
He froze in the process of coming even closer and quirked an eyebrow at her. "You are refusing?"
Last chance to back out. Her heart pounded. She barely nodded. Oh God, what would he do?
He smiled a little and reached for her hands as he bumped his knees against hers. Before she noticed, her legs fell apart politely to allow him to move further forward until he stood between her lower thighs. "You continue to refuse?"
Her heart threatened to jump out of her chest it pounded so hard. She nodded again.
He shifted his feet slightly and brought his erection right up to eye level, so close the moisture at the tip glistened temptingly.
Her breath came harder and faster and her tongue touched her lower lip, reminding her what he tasted and felt like. Almost against her will, she mentally measured the distance. Six inches. A mere six inches and she could taste him, lick that little droplet away. Her upper body swayed toward him, focused on closing the distance.
He chuckled a little and turned a bit, staying out of reach. "Oh, no, Miya. My turn, remember?" He stroked one hand alo
ng her cheek, trailing sparks of need. "Be patient. You will enjoy this as well, I promise."
He moved again and was suddenly on his knees between her legs, putting his face on the same level as her upper chest. He stared up at her, gaze searching her face. His beauty, there was no other word for it, still amazed her. The combination of smooth unblemished dark skin with russet undertones with the strong bone structure of broad cheekbones and square jaw made him handsome. Close-trimmed black hair accented the attractive shape of his skull. His mouth was generous, but his lips weren't thick or oversized like so many black men she'd seen.
But it was his eyes that took her breath away. Almond-shaped and lined with thick black lashes, they sparkled with wit and intelligence despite the shadows lurking in the dark depths. Beautiful.
As if he'd reached some decision, he leaned in to her and claimed her mouth with bold possession. When her lips were swollen and throbbing with the force of his kiss, he slid his mouth down over her jaw and nibbled his way along her neck to her collarbone. There he paused to swirl his tongue over the rapid pulse before moving lower.
Heat and tension built, coiling her muscles, and her lungs refused to use the air they drew in, leaving her panting in desperation. If he could have that much effect on her with nothing but kisses, what would it be like when he really touched her?
The thought closed her thighs in reflex but his torso still occupied that space. As she jumped, startled, her inner thighs clamped against his naked ribs, then rebounded in shock from the foreign sensation.
Miya's frightened leap surprised Lesedi into movement and somehow his initial reaction to lean slightly away from her translated into him sprawling backward onto the floor.
"Oh my God! Are you okay?" She dove off her seat on the bed and went to her knees at Lesedi's side.
He lay silent and unmoving, eyes closed.
Her mind raced through countless scenarios. "Lesedi? Answer me, don't play, this isn't funny." He remained still and panic surged. Should she check his pulse? Part of her brain managed to detach and slow down, to reason through how she should respond. She clutched at his wrist and searched for a pulse.
Damn it, she couldn't find a pulse! She leaned across him to reach his other arm.
Sudden steel bands dragged her down and pinned her to him with uncompromising strength.
Lesedi's chest shook with silent laughter beneath her. Without warning, her own relieved giggles poured forth and she stopped resisting his pull and collapsed to his chest. Several moments passed before humor faded to make way for something entirely different.
It started with Miya becoming aware of the texture of the skin under her cheek. Warm smooth silk with a sprinkling of coarse hairs stretched taught over firm muscles. Her mouth didn't wait for permission to taste, lips brushing across, exploring, before her tongue darted out for a little lick.
Lesedi's breath hissed as those muscles tensed and bunched to lift her fully atop his body. He brushed her hair back with one hand as he looked up into her eyes. The other hand skimmed over her back until he reached her waist, where his touch slowed and firmed. Slow strokes over her ass culminated in a squeeze that pressed her lower belly tight against his erection. An indrawn breath hissed through his teeth as his hips rolled and thrust that heat against her.
Miya's heart froze in her chest in surprise at her body's lightning responses. Her breasts, already crushed against the solid wall of his chest, suddenly grew heavy and full and her nipples hardened even more. The coiling heat in her lower belly went nuclear in aching, throbbing need that arched her back to meet his next rolling thrust. Inner muscles tightened in reflex, flooding secret folds with liquid heat.
Lesedi's other hand joined the one caressing her ass and he slid them down the backs of her thighs, raising his shoulders off the floor to reach further down. Firm pressure parted her knees and slid them forward to rest on the floor at either side of his waist so that she sat astride his groin.
His next thrust slid his hard-on against slick outer folds. He drew another hissing breath through gritted teeth. "So hot." Heated flesh slid back on hers again.
Whimpers of need constantly pushed through her parted lips. Restless urges to move quivered through her, seeking closer contact with him.
Massive heat, hard and throbbing, prodded between outer folds. Miya froze somewhere between caution and anticipation, the unfamiliar sensation flipping the switch to her self-consciousness back to the ON position.
Beneath her, Lesedi's body surged and he rolled, carrying her beneath him until she ended up on her back with upraised thighs cradling his hips. He clenched his eyes shut for a second and a low moan rolled past his lips.
Miya's restlessness reached a fever pitch and her muscles undulated in an effort to bring him closer.
His feral growl in response to her movement set her blood crashing through her veins in a torrent of desire. Unfamiliar words spilled forth in ragged whispers as he ducked down to claim her mouth in an overwhelming kiss.
He drew back slightly, leaving her panting with need. A slight adjustment pushed him against her entrance once more. "You are ready?" His voice cracked and the part of him closest to her throbbed hot and relentless, ready to plunge inside her.
She writhed seeking more of him, wanting to pull him within her. She whimpered again. "Yes, now." Her body was going to explode if he didn't do something immediately. Any prior knowledge she possessed of the mechanics of sex disappeared in the reality of what was happening between them.
Head thrown back and growling, Lesedi pushed a bit further inside her then paused as her body clenched around him.
God if he kept going so slow she would die before he filled her completely! She moved, clamping her legs around his hips and tightened, drawing him further in. "All of it. Now!" Her heels dug into his ass, forcing him deeper.
"Fuck!" He roared and gave one powerful thrust, pushed past a faint resistance, and entered her to the hilt.
Reaction to the slight discomfort of his entry made her tense up and he froze. "Are you okay?" He moved as if to draw back. "Please say I did not hurt you."
Her legs tightened to prevent his withdrawal. "No! Stay." She moved her hips experimentally and set off a firestorm of the most incredible sensations within her. Every nerve ending seemed concentrated on her throbbing core and she gripped every rigid detail of him.
He settled deeper for a moment, stretching her in the most delicious way, then pulled back in a slow tortuous withdrawal that left her trembling with the need to have him deep again. A quick hard push began a rhythm of thrust and pull that left her helpless to do anything more than meet him.
Mind numbed with physical sensation, Miya became impossibly aware of white flames dancing over and around them. But need for him, for more, left her incapable of reacting to the flames. All she could do was seek to envelope Lesedi entirely within her body in an attempt to a far-off something that promised to change her life.
Lesedi increased the pace and intensity, and suddenly the far-off something loomed near and Miya cried out in desperation. Her muscles coiled impossibly tight and those inside her clenched and rolled, all reaching desperately for paradise.
And suddenly she was there!
Her body exploded in a blast of heat and spasms holding him as deep as possible. The flames around them flared white-hot as Lesedi roared and threw his head back. Liquid heat flooded her, providing even more sensation to the needful place deep within her.
Ecstasy washed over her and carried them to a world where nothing existed except Lesedi and the flames. She watched his beauty match her in an agony of pleasure that could never end.
A sudden shadow loomed beyond. Lyght hung in the air, suspended in an arc by those flames, a roar pouring from him.
The waves of pleasure began to recede, leaving her panting in the wake, and in a flash of red, both the flames and Lyght disappeared.
Lesedi collapsed atop her, struggling to drag air into his lungs. Finally his breathing eve
ned out a bit and he let himself roll slightly aside, taking some of his weight off her. "Tell me you are okay, Miya." His whispered gasp sent shivers cascading over her.
A smile fought past the shivers, then turned to nervous laughter. "I'm unbelievable."
Lesedi chuckled and moved more to the side, allowing her more space to breathe. "Yes, you most certainly are." He leaned for a nipping kiss along the column of her neck and sent tendrils of heat reaching within her again. "Tell me, exactly what was that? Did I imagine the entire thing? Because, even though I should not speak of it, I have experienced a lot of sex. And that, what we just did, was most definitely not just sex."
Miya silently absorbed his words. What did he mean? "I'm not sure."
He suddenly jumped a little as if startled then froze for a moment. "It must be the angelic thing they talked about. Just now, Lyght spoke telepathically to me from a distance." An odd sort of smile curved his delicious mouth and made her want to devour him in that moment. "He said we made love instead of having sex."
Miya stared at him in wide-eyed silence. Could that be possible? Did she love Lesedi? She needed only a quick examination of her emotions to confirm the suspicion.
Yes. She loved Lesedi.
Did he love her?
Chapter Nineteen
Lyght felt like he'd been in the worst battle of his life while drunk as he stumbled back to…to something. Someplace, maybe. All he remembered in the moment was he'd finally managed to create his warrior. He thought. He'd gone through the process as instructed, but the way he'd felt going into it wasn't a good thing. Forming a warrior with angelic qualities defiled with heart ache, could not turn out good. He felt like a warrior alright. One that had gone into battle and gotten his ass majorly handed to him.
After the horrifically painful exchange with his humans, he'd followed some stupid instinct to flash himself back to wherever he was headed. That brilliant plan ended with him crashing into a wall of all things. The whole thing left him to wander about like an over-drugged mental patient in search of something he couldn't quite put his finger on. All he knew was some part of him—angel or human—would know when he found it.
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