Strong Heat

by Niobia Bryant

  Lisha gasped and held her breath as Kael knelt on one knee. He took her left hand in his and looked up at her with the ring poised around the tip of her finger.

  “I never imagined I would love you this much,” he admitted, shaking his head in wonder. “But I do, and I want to know if you would spend your life with me and continue loving me and making me a better man for you and the family we will have one day, Lisha. Will you marry me?”

  Lisha dropped to her knees so that they were equals and pressed her forehead to his as she nodded with tears falling free. “Yes. Yes, I will marry you,” she whispered, her voice blending with the crackle of flames in the fireplace.

  Kael slid the ring onto her finger as he kissed her a dozen times. “Finally,” he said, holding her close.

  Lisha removed her coat, almost mistakenly flinging it into the lit fireplace. Kael pressed kisses to her throat and above the vee of her uniform top. Needing to feel more of him, she reached down with both hands and pulled the uniform top over her head.

  Kael sat back to look down at her full brown globes barely covered by white lace. It had been so long since he had been with a woman, and the fire Lisha constantly stoked in him had his mind running with wild thoughts as he lowered his head to suck one lace-covered dark nipple into his mouth.

  She arched her back as she reached behind her to undo the bra and slide it over her arms.

  Kael growled as he pressed his face back and forth against her soft cleavage as his hard dick nearly burst through his jeans. Quivering from wanting her so badly, he grasped both of her breasts and pushed them together to tease, suck and lick both taut nipples at the same time.

  Lisha felt her panties cling to her intimacy as he made her wet from the skillful play of his tongue on her nipples. “Kael,” she cried out, tugging at the hem of the sweater he wore to pull it up over his body.

  Kael moved back from her long enough to jerk the sweater over his head. “Touch me,” he said thickly, expanding the muscles of his chest as he stretched his arms wide and let his head fall back in surrender.

  Lisha let her fingers trace the hard contours of his chest, lightly stroking his own hard nipples before going down to the almost jagged groove of his eight-pack abdomen. She smiled and bit her bottom lip when he shivered from her touch. Feeling bold, she licked her index finger and retraced the groove before licking it again and circling his nipples.

  “God, I want you,” he whispered up into the heated air with his arms still open wide.

  Lisha stood up and eased her uniform pants over her hips, loving the heat from the fireplace pressing against her body as she stood there in nothing but her low-slung white bikinis on her curved hips. “You like?” she asked, stretching her arms above her head.

  Kael’s mouth fell open at the sight of her hourglass frame and the way her nipples and aureole were much darker than the caramel complexion of her skin. “Beautiful,” he moaned, unzipping his pants to free his hardness.

  Lisha lay down on the thick and soft layer of petals on the floor. The embers in the fireplace reflected in her eyes as she raised her hips and removed her panties slowly.

  Kael arched his hips, sending his dick against his hand as he massaged his hardness at the sight of her spreading her legs and bringing her hands up to spread the folds of her pussy.

  “Make love to me, Kael,” she begged him in a heated whisper.

  He immediately lay down and hurriedly removed his pants and boxers. He looked down at her as the rose petals framed her body. She looked beautiful as she looked up at him, her eyes glossed over with desire and her mouth panting in anticipation. He used one strong knee to open one leg and then the other—he could feel how wet and ready she was for him to be deep inside of her.

  “Kael,” she gasped.

  He lowered his upper body onto hers until her breasts cushioned him. Pressing sweet kisses to her cheek, he closed his eyes at the torture of being so close to being inside of her, knowing it would be sweet and wet and hot and tight. “I want to wait,” he whispered into her ear, shocking himself as he refused her gift.

  Kael kissed her mouth one last time and then rolled off of her, walking over to the window with his dick in his hand as he fought to stay true to his initial thought.

  Lisha got to her feet and moved to him, clutching at his strong, muscled arms as she pressed her breasts against his back. “What’s wrong, Kael?” she asked.

  He turned and gently moved her body back from his, letting his hands stay lightly gripping her upper arms as he forced himself to look no further than her eyes. “Baby, I love you, and one of things I love about you is how you stuck to your principles—”

  “But we’re getting married,” she explained, raising her hands to reach for him.

  “But we’re not married yet . . . and as badly as I want to lay on that floor and make love to you until I explode inside of you, you have come too far to give in now . . . even for me,” he said.

  Lisha’s eyes softened with love. She started to step closer to him but covered her pendulous breasts with her upper arms before she did lean in to kiss him. “I really, really love you, Kael Strong,” she said.

  “And I really, really need a cold shower,” he moaned against her lips.

  They both broke out laughing, happy together in the midst of the strongest kind of love.

  Chapter 19

  One month later

  “Just as beautiful as your mother.”

  Lisha turned away from the oval full-length cheval mirror to face her father as he stepped inside the room of the church. She smoothed her hand over the full lace skirt of her wedding dress nervously. “Think he’ll like it, Daddy?” she asked, turning back to the mirror to smooth the delicate scalloped edge of the off-the-shoulder lace overlaying a sweetheart neckline.

  “If he doesn’t he’s blind,” Rev said.

  “I told her she looks better in the dress than when I wore it thirty years ago,” Lady said, looking quite pretty herself in a lavender tea-length dress and matching wide-brimmed hat.

  Rev kissed Lisha’s cheek. “I don’t know about that,” he said, moving to press a kiss to his wife’s cheek as well.

  “I got your veil,” Junie said, walking into the room with the floor-length tulle floating in the air behind her.

  The deep purple of Junie’s maid-of-honor dress was the perfect complement to her deep brown complexion. Lisha smiled her thanks to her cousin and very best friend before turning to squat down enough for her to attach the cathedral-length lace-trimmed veil with the attached comb into Lisha’s upswept hair.

  Her father stepped forward to lower the front of the veil so that it covered her face. “Just beautiful,” he said again, squeezing her shoulders. “It’s gonna be hard to give you away at the end of that aisle and then officiate the wedding too.”

  Junie stepped forward with her bouquet in one hand and Lisha’s in the other. “It’s time,” she said softly just as the organist began to play a sweet refrain.

  Lisha blinked away tears and accepted the bouquet of spring flowers as her mother gave her one last hug before leaving the room to be escorted to her seat in the front row. She followed Junie and her father out of the room and down the hall leading to the front foyer of her father’s church.

  Two of the church’s ushers dressed in all white opened the double doors that were trimmed in a beautiful mosaic stain glass. Junie stepped forward, positioned her bouquet and then disappeared into the church.

  The music changed and the sounds of “Here Comes the Bride” filled the air.

  Her father led her to the stand in the doorway of the open double doors.

  Lisha’s eyes locked on Kael as he came through a door at the rear of the church and took his spot in front of the flower-covered arch before the altar. He smiled at her, looking so handsome in his gray morning suit.

  “I’m so happy,” she admitted in a whisper.

  “And that’s all that matters,” her father said, before he walked her down the
petal-strewn aisle to her soon-to-be husband.

  Kael smoothed the pocket flaps of his suit jacket as he stood up from the chair positioned in the center of one of the church’s rooms. Dozens of other chairs suited for small children and walls covered in paper cutouts of cartoon religious figures filled the room. He reached in that pocket and pulled out one of his father’s pure cotton handkerchiefs with his initials embroidered on one of the corners.

  He’d wanted something—anything—of his father’s to feel close to him.

  Kael dug in his other pocket and removed the gold locket his sister gave him on his twenty-fifth birthday. Opening it he looked down at the black and white photo of his parents holding him and Kelli—all of them dressed to the nines—during the last Easter Sunday before their mother passed away later that year. He’d wanted something of hers close to him as well.

  Sliding the locket back into his pocket, he heard the organ music begin and then after a few minutes end.

  Kael took his cue and left the room to take his position at the front of the church in front of the floral arch and small table with a lit candle on it to represent the spirit of his parents.

  “Here Comes the Bride” began to play and Kael looked down the long length of the flower-covered aisle to Lisha and her father taking their place in the open doorway. His heart swelled at the sight of her. He placed his hands behind his back and twisted his fingers together wishing he could run down the aisle, sweep the veil from her face and kiss her endlessly.

  “Here comes my bride,” Kael said with pride as the people filling the pews all stood and turned to watch her walk down the aisle to him.

  Lisha barely heard her father’s words on marriage, love and fidelity as he performed their wedding ceremony. Nothing mattered but standing before Kael with her hands in his strong grasp and her eyes locked on his eyes. She smiled as he stroked the back of fingers with his thumb.

  She was just moments from him becoming her husband. And a few hours from becoming my lover.

  The thought of that made her shiver and she bit her bottom lip lightly as she felt warmth spread across her body and her cheeks.

  “Love is abiding and true and lasting. It is forgiving,” her father was saying.

  Kael’s slanted eyes widened a bit as he studied her.

  Lisha wiggled her brows at him suggestively.

  His eyes darkened in understanding.

  He wanted her just as badly as she wanted him. But he’d waited for her. He put his desires aside for her. And tonight they both would be blessed with a gift she wanted to share with just her husband.

  Just as she would share the rest of her life with him.

  Lisha felt like the luckiest woman in the world.

  “I love you,” she mouthed to him, easing up onto her toes in her shoes to spontaneously press a kiss to his mouth.

  Her father cleared his throat. “Not yet,” he said.

  The wedding attendees laughed softly.

  Kael licked his lips as if her kiss was sugar as he looked down at her, his heart pounding furiously in his chest. “I love you too,” he mouthed back in return, his eyes taking in everything that made the beauty of her face—especially her pug little nose.

  He couldn’t wait until all of the fanfare was over and they could get to the most important part of him being able to call Lisha his wife. He’d never thought the whole happily ever after was in the cards for him. But here she was and they were moments from starting their life together.

  And from making love together.

  It’s been a long time....

  Kael let his eyes wander down the length of her body in her gown, not caring that they were in a church and standing before her minister father. Hell, he wished they could skip the reception altogether because he very badly wanted to be buried inside his wife for the first of many, many times to come. His body was a bundle of nervous energy and pure anticipation.

  He held her hands tighter and pulled her body a step closer to his.

  Lisha massaged his palms with her fingertips.

  Just that simple move caused his body to tense in a rush of desire for her.

  It had been so long and he took pride in himself for waiting for her through every torturous moment of abstaining. It wasn’t easy at all but it was what he had to do for the woman he loved.

  And there was no shame in that.

  “I do,” they said in unison.

  “Now by the power vested in me I now pronounce you husband and wife. What God has put together let no man put asunder.”

  As the organist began to play Barry White’s “You’re the First, the Last, My Everything” the wedding goers applauded.

  Smiling broadly, Kael jerked Lisha forward and held her tightly around her waist as he raised her off her toes. “Hey wife,” he said.

  Lisha brought her hands up to clutch his face. “Hello husband,” she answered softly, blinking away tears.

  They blessed each other with soft pecks at first before they deepened the kiss and held each other tightly as they did.

  “You have thoroughly kissed the bride, son.”

  Kael and Lisha shared a few more pecks in between smiles at her father’s words as the church filled with laughter.

  “May I be the first to introduce my daughter and my son-in-law, Mr. and Mrs. Kael Strong,” Rev said.

  “Welcome home, Mrs. Strong.”

  Lisha rested her head against Kael’s broad shoulder as he carried her across the threshold of his home—their home. She pressed a kiss to his cheek as he lowered her to her feet and then swiftly turned her body to press her back against the wall by the closed door.

  Smiling wolfishly, Kael lightly held her wrists to bring her arms high above her head on the wall. “I thought we should start right back where it all began,” he said into the brief distance between them. He held both of her wrists with one hand and used the other to raise the hem of the short blue dress she’d worn to leave their reception. “Remember?”

  And she did. How could she forget? Lisha gasped lightly and shivered as he lowered the rim of her lace panties to stroke her bare hip. “Think you can get me as hot as you did that day?” she asked brokenly, her half-closed eyes on him.

  Kael licked his lips as he dipped his head to kiss her briefly but sweetly. “More,” he promised, pulling the lace edge of her panties away from her brown flesh from one hip to the other with his index finger.

  Leaning in again he kissed her deeply as he jerked her panties down. First one hip and then the other. Back and forth until the satin and lace cleared her curvy hips and thighs and finally fell down her legs to puddle around her feet.

  Lisha released a guttural moan of pleasure as he stroked her tongue with his, enjoying being held in place by his strength as he used his free hand to now shift up behind her to unzip her dress. “Yes,” she sighed languidly when he freed her mouth. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  Kael chuckled as he released her wrists and bent his legs to lower his body until he was eye level with the soft black triangular bush covering her mound. He spread her thighs and used one trembling finger to spread the lips of her pussy.

  Lisha arched her back from the wall and spread her legs wider as she reached for the hem of her dress and yanked it over her head roughly to fling away without a care.

  Still fully dressed in his navy blue shirt and slacks, Kael reached for one of her legs and brought it up to rest on one of his shoulders. He turned his head to press a warm and moist kiss to her inner thigh before following with a soft bite.

  Lisha bit her bottom lip as her toes flexed. “Kael,” she whispered hotly into the air.

  A dozen different bites up her thigh led to Kael blowing a cool stream of air against her clit before he stroked the pulsing pink bud with the tip of his tongue.

  Lisha arched her back again with a sharp gasp as she moved her hands to hold the back of his head.

  Kael pursed his lips to pull and suck her bud, loving the slick feel of her flesh. “Uhm, tastes good,�
� he moaned in between intimate kisses, his dick thickening and tightening as he pleasured her.

  She opened her eyes and looked down at his head buried between her thighs. “Feels good,” she whispered hotly, the electricity they generated pressing against her body. “Damn good.”

  Kael moaned as he tasted her sweetness, bringing his hands up to massage her buttocks and lift her hips to bring her core forward. He eyed her femininity splayed before him, enjoying the womanly scent of her, and then dipped his head again to taste of her moistness.

  Lisha lightly pounded the back of her head against the wall as white hot shots of electricity filled her body. She cried out. It was a wild mix of pleasure and somehow torture as she felt pushed to the edge. She knew in those electrifying moments of him pleasing her that too much of a good thing could make her straddle the line of sanity. “No, no, no, no,” she begged, blindly pushing her hands against his face to free her clit from his mouth.

  Kael sucked harder and deeper, soaring high off the feel of her body quivering, her moans escalating, and her clit swelling in his mouth until soon he tasted her release on his tongue.

  Lisha whimpered and shivered, feeling the strength leave her body as her climax shook her emotionally and physically. “Damn,” she swore softly, her heart pounding.

  Kael stood to his full height and gathered her into his arms. “Now you’re ready,” he told her thickly, turning to carry her up the stairs.

  “There’s more?” Lisha asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

  Kael chuckled as he reached the top step. “Much more,” he promised.

  She pressed a kiss to his neck just as Kael entered their master bedroom and crossed the room in three long strides to press her body down onto the bed. He kissed her lips and she tasted her intimacy when she licked away the dryness of her lips caused by their heat.

  Rising, he stepped back to reveal the hard contours of his body to her with the removal of each piece of his clothing. Bit by bit. Soon he stood before her naked, the hard and curving length of his dick standing off from his body as his roaring blood caused it to throb.