In one swift movement David stood, and they were face to face and skin to skin, the hammering of their hearts beating as one. He pulled her upturned face to his and delivered a kiss that left Sarona trembling in his arms. Reluctantly releasing her lips, he gently turned her body, wrapping himself around her like a blanket, fitting her back to his chest and pulling her bottom snugly against his groin. His cock, hard and solid, pressed tight against the cleft of her buttocks, and his arms embraced her and anchored her there as though he’d never let her go.
His hands and fingers began a slow, sensuous dance as they traveled and skipped lightly up and down her arms, traversing her body and skimming along the long, delectable length of her. He pushed his face close to inhale her unique and erotic scent and delivered kisses and licks to her neck, seeking out the hollow where it met her shoulder.
One arm draped across her breasts and shoulder and locked her in place while the other hand reached down to cup her mound. Fingers slid across her throbbing nub and dipped deep inside her wet and weeping sheath. Her body shuddered, and he reveled in her response. He pulled her tighter against his fully engorged arousal as it jumped and pulsed with instant recognition and need.
He saw their reflection in one of the many mirrors placed around the bedroom, and his breath hitched at the sight. He was struck by the contrast of golden bronze and natural caramel brown, and the beauty in the colors of their skin as they intermingled.
He lifted her chin and prodded her to gaze at their reflected image, to stare into his eyes that burned with the fire of a desire as heated as her own. His hand fondled her breasts, feathered over her nipples, and flowed across her body like liquid magic, leaving a raging inferno in their wake.
“You look so beautiful.” He marveled at how perfectly she fit into the curve of his body, as though she had been fashioned just for him. “We fit, Sarona.”
She smiled seductively at their reflection in the mirror and stretched both arms above her head to encircle his neck and pull his face closer to hers. The movement caused her breasts to rise and extend outward. She pushed her bottom back against his arousal and rubbed against him in small, sensual circles. Staring back into the depths of his eyes, a reflecting pool of brown honey, she softly replied, “Yes, David … we fit perfectly.”
Rubbing and stroking her bare bottom from behind, he whispered in her ear; the sound of his voice seduced her as it thrummed and vibrated in harmony with the stroke of his hand.
“I know how to make love to the woman in you, Sarona. I know how to pleasure and please her … if she’ll let me.” Finally reaching a point where he was unable to stand the buildup of passion a moment longer, he expertly maneuvered them both onto the bed, where they landed entangled in each other’s arms. He rained soft tender kisses upon her face and down her throat and took his time licking and swirling his tongue on a downward path to her luscious breasts. He cupped both delicious mounds in his hands, teasing one dark nipple with his thumb and the other with his mouth.
She gasped and trembled. She excited him, stirred his passion, and fired his desire, elevated his need and his craving. She moaned with each swipe of his tongue and the tender brush of his hand, rising and pressing to bring her body closer and tighter against him. His hand slid lower, his fingers glided and probed and delved into her soft, velvet folds, then danced and teased across her sensitive clit, eliciting mewling cries of need and pleasure.
“Hurry, David,” she pleaded, her feminine channel slick, wet, and whimpering with need, begging that he take her.
“I can’t, Sarona,” he murmured, his voice harsh from wanting. “I’ve dreamed of this, ached for this, and waited too long for this moment to rush. I’m going to take my time to find what gives you pleasure, what makes you moan. I’m going to taste you, savor you, and lick you up like melting ice cream on a hot summer’s day. I want you to want me as much and as badly as I want you, and I won’t be satisfied until I hear you scream my name.”
He dipped his head lower and rubbed his face along her body, marking her with his scent and breathing her in. His mouth traveled the path of his hands until he reached his destination — the delicate fragrance of her sex and the doorway to paradise. He resisted the overpowering urge to bury his face there between her legs. He needed to take his time, to discover and uncover the key to her pleasure. His tongue glided, sought, and connected with satin smooth folds of flesh. He lapped, licked, and delved to taste the creamy flow of liquid nectar, oozing forth, generated by his touch.
“Ah, I knew it,” he groaned.
“Knew what?” she asked in breathless wonder.
“I knew you tasted like caramel. Sweet, creamy caramel,” he said, as he continued to lap and lick from her fountain of delight. “I’ve dreamed of your taste, your silky softness, and your smell,” he said. “All are imprinted and imbedded like a memory I can’t erase.”
He continued his exploration, his mouth alternately gentle and demanding, seeking her sweetest spot. His tongue and fingers worked in unison, delving within her depths, probing and stroking, magically stirring, coaxing, and delivering exquisitely painful pleasure.
Her body writhed and rippled from the onslaught of his heat, and his scorching hot mouth and tongue pressed firm against her clit. It spiraled, licked, and speared her, skillfully and deliciously torturing her hot divide.
She was in mindless ecstasy. Her nipples taut, her body stiffened, tightened. Her hands reached to hold his head, grasping at his curls as she loudly whimpered and moaned the unmistakable signal of her approaching release, holding on to ride the tide.
He listened for and relished in the telltale sounds of her delight, her moans. He was pushed toward the edge with his desire to feel and experience her ultimate pleasure engulfing him. He grasped her hands and held them down to her side as he relentlessly, voraciously devoured her. His want heightened and intensified from her sounds of pleasure, and his cock throbbed and pulsed with excitement and anticipation. He was rewarded when he heard her keening wail and felt her shudder, tremble, and shake, and his name screamed from her lips as her orgasm overtook her … and him.
“David,” she breathed in a voice weakened by her powerful orgasm, “I want you, I need to feel you, above me … inside me.”
“And that’s where I want to be,” he murmured as he spread his body over her and moved into position to sink himself between the softness of her silky thighs, to take her and lay ultimate claim to her. Poised at the entrance to paradise, he paused to look into her eyes. He wanted to see and savor this moment, the moment of his possession, of his coming home to sanctuary. “Don’t,” he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. “Don’t close your eyes. I want to see.”
“See what?” she whimpered, barely able to comply, her eyes drifting shut as she rode a second wave of euphoria.
“I want to see the look in your eyes, the way they go dark and deepen with a secret mystery all your own. I want to be immersed and totally lost in that mystery, your eyes, and your body.”
He pushed forward, and the tip of his shaft was instantly encased in velvet and bathed in liquid heat — soft, moist heat, intense heat that made him shudder and inhale sharply, the sound echoed by her equally breathy intake. He exhaled and pushed deep, stopped and enjoyed and reveled in the sensation, the exploration of the unknown. He withdrew and pushed deeper, and was engulfed in silk, tight, pulsating and scorching hot.
His body shivered as he plunged and sank deeper, pulled and gripped by her silken softness. Pumping his hips, sliding smoothly back and forth, in and out, he was instantly wrapped in mounting ecstasy with each slow, measured stroke. Engulfed in fire, he burned and ached with the joy and pain of such bliss, such delight.
She shook and trembled against him. She wrapped her arms and legs around him tighter, gripped and held him closer and moved and rose to meet his every plunge, to match each deepening stroke.
His mind and body basked in her beauty, her body, and the splendor of the moment. He was se
t upon his intent to give her pleasure and seal a place for himself in her mind and soul. He plunged hard, fast, and deep, over and over … reaching, pushing, and trying to get so far into her that she would never be able to get him out. He wanted more than her body; God help him, he wanted it all … her mind, her body, and her soul.
His pace quickened, his strokes became shorter as the rhythm of his motion adjusted to match her answering thrusts. Her silken walls gripped and squeezed him and pulled him deeper, toward that point of no return, and he went willingly, holding nothing back. He desperately wanted to hold on to the feeling, to hold back the tide, but she refused to let him.
He felt intense heat and the fire of his gut-wrenching orgasm blossomed and burned as it exploded and burst from his groin, traveling up to his head and down to his toes, stealing the very air he breathed. And she was with him, bursting and burning in her own volcanic heat and flame. Both were ensnared in a breathless world of heat and passion. His arms tightened as his body jerked and convulsed with shockwaves of indescribable pleasure.
They shuddered together in climactic aftershock, taking in great gulps of air to replenish oxygen-depleted lungs, each bathing and soaking in the afterglow and waiting for the sensation to subside. David turned and positioned them both on their sides as his now deflated shaft slipped from its haven between her legs. He continued to hold her close, gently stroking her backside and breathing in their combined scent of sex, sweat, and surrender. Sarona snuggled close under his chin and gave a contented sigh.
“That was un-fucking believable,” he croaked, his heart still rapidly beating and his voice strained from the force of his climax. “I don’t think I’ve ever had an orgasm that powerful before,” he stated, filled with awe.
“Ditto to that,” Sarona responded, her voice no less strained and barely above a whisper. “My feet are tingling! That’s never happened before!”
David chuckled at her response, “I hope that’s not the only thing tingling.” She grinned back and thumped him in the chest.
“Don’t go getting a swelled head, Mr. Broussard. I’m sure it’s just a problem with circulation. My doctor warned me that keeping my legs elevated too long could cause a temporary loss of feeling in the lower extremities,” she quipped impishly.
“Oh he did, did he?” His voice filled with laughter. “Did he happen to mention what the solution to this problem would be,”
“Yes,” Sarona said as she pushed and flipped him over on his back and straddled his body. “He said I should spend more time on my knees.”
Chapter 8
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!
His eyes flew open, the sound of the alarm still ringing in his ears. He groaned inwardly while making a silent plea. Please tell me this wasn’t another damn dream. His mind reeled with denial as his heart pounded with the feeling of utter betrayal.
He looked up at the ceiling, blinking at the unfamiliar colors and patterns. Movement to his left accompanied by a slender brown arm reaching across his chest made his heart stop, then start beating again. The hand at the end of the arm fumbled for the button on the alarm clock to put an end to the incessant beeping.
“Ahhhh.” The muffled groan came from the warm, silky body of the woman lying cuddled next to him. “I can’t move.” Sarona groaned again. “I am completely and totally exhausted. I’m worn out. I don’t want to get up.”
David was ecstatic. This was no dream! Memories of the night before flooded him with immediate heat and desire. He was thrilled beyond words. It was true. At long last, his dream had come true. A grin spread across this face as he pulled her into his arms and wrapped her up tight. He didn’t want to let her go.
“Let’s not go to classes today,” he whispered seductively in her ear. “Let’s play hooky. I want to spend the entire day making love to you.”
“Umm. That sounds incredibly enticing, but you know we can’t,” Sarona laughed. “Today is the final day, and we have to get our diplomas to prove to our bosses that we actually went to those boring classes.”
“I’m a software genius. I can fake a diploma blindfolded,” David said, nuzzling and nipping at her neck, trying to convince her to see the beauty of his logic.
“You present a tempting offer, oh, brilliant one,” was her breathless response, as she nearly succumbed to the magical sensations from his velvet tongue. “But need I remind you forgery is a federal offense, subject to time in prison?”
“Okay, I’ll grudgingly admit, you make a valid point about the prospect of prison, but I still think we can come up with a convincing reason to miss classes for the final day. How about a note from a doctor saying we’re suffering from sexual exhaustion?”
“You don’t seem all that exhausted to me.” Sarona chortled. “You’re like the Energizer Bunny — you keep going and going and going, and … well, you get my drift. Furthermore, I believe I’m the only one of this duo who would be justified in making such a claim,” she said, her weariness suddenly evident in her voice.
“Are you okay?” David asked, suddenly serious and concerned about how she might be feeling. She was right; he had been nearly insatiable last night. The memory of their lovemaking was still fresh in his mind. He hadn’t been able to get enough of her luscious body wrapped around his, the feel of her soft silky skin beneath his fingers and his lips or how she’d willingly and without hesitation come into his arms each time he’d reached for her throughout the night. And he had reached for her often.
Despite his rumored and unwanted reputation about his many sexual encounters, he’d never experienced such passion and excitement before. Sex had always seemed a one-sided affair for him. There were plenty of women willing to take what he offered, but few had satisfied his needs. Few could quench the fire that burned him from within.
Sarona was different. She made love without reservations, without holding back — unselfishly. She’d met and matched his passionate aggression with an equally voracious appetite, kiss for kiss and stroke for stroke. She’d been open and receptive to him in every way. His body trembled, and his cock stiffened and pulsated with the memory. Her mouth and hands had played him like an instrument, expertly stroking and plucking his chords to elicit that elusive perfect pitch. Her mouth had been a cavern of heat, the silken stroke of her tongue on his cock sent wave after wave of sensation spiraling, cascading throughout his body. His hips had lifted in mindless obedience to meet every stroke of her hand, pull of her mouth, and rasp of her tongue as though he were a marionette moved at the will of the puppeteer. He was on fire, engulfed in flames; he burned with lust, desire and pain. She had been relentless in her pursuit of his surrender, and he had succumbed to her will, over and over again.
“I’m fine, David,” he heard her say, her voice bringing him back to the present, “just a little tired. You have to admit, we had a long night.”
“Are you sure? Maybe you really should consider not going to class. You could sleep in, rest for a while,” he said, his voice anxious with concern.
“I’ll be okay, David, trust me. Besides, today is only half a day — it’ll be done and over before we know it. Afterward, I’m going to come back here and crash for the rest of the day. I’m going to need my rest,” she said in a husky voice, “because I fully expect to have a late afternoon visit from my overnight guest.”
• • •
Just as Sarona had predicted, the morning flew by. The conference ended with the same flourish as it began, and then it was over. She glimpsed David in a far off corner of the room. They exchanged a brief, secret smile and then immersed themselves in the attention of others, taking care of last-minute networking and saying goodbye to colleagues.
By twelve-thirty, Sarona was on her way to the elevators when she heard her name called from somewhere behind her. She turned to see a woman whose face seemed familiar, but whom she was sure she didn’t know. The woman approached, held out her hand, and said, “Hi. You’re Sarona Maxwell, right?”
“Yes?” Sarona answered, w
ary about who the unknown woman might be.
“My name is Ellen Matthews. I’m one of the bystanders who witnessed last night’s unbelievable spectacle with Shelia Preston.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Sarona stated, shaking the woman’s hand in greeting, leery of where the conversation might be headed.
“I just wanted to congratulate you on the way you handled Shelia. I’ve known her for years, and I know she’s not an easy person to deal with under the best of circumstances. Last night was an exceptionally sensitive moment, and I believe you handled the incident extremely well.”
“Well, I tried to do my best to defuse what could have been a volatile situation.”
“You did an admirable job, especially considering her insults were used to obviously provoke a response to make you look bad. Those of us who have been privy to Shelia’s tirades in the past were impressed by your ability to effectively shut her up.” Ellen chuckled. “Afterward, we were all gathered in the bar, talking about the scene, and following a few too many drinks, some of us actually broke out in song, singing like the Munchkins from The Wizard of Oz … .loudly proclaiming that the wicked witch was dead”
Sarona burst out laughing and shook her head at Ellen’s outrageous analogy of what Shelia’s friends actually thought of her. She chatted a few minutes longer, then said goodbye and continued on to her suite.
When Sarona opened the door, she was greeted by the sight and fragrance of a room filled to capacity with beautiful flowers. Nearly every surface held a vase filled with a variety of blossoms. There were roses in every color, orchids, daisies, and chrysanthemums … a virtual explosion of blooms. Her eyes were transformed into wide, round saucers, and her mouth dropped open in surprise. She was shocked and delighted beyond words.
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