Summon Lyght(53)

A dozen different orders froze on his tongue, things he needed her to do, but he could wait a little if the delay meant watching her instincts lead her into pleasure. He kept his hands still at his sides to let her feel her way.

Magical fingers swirled over the aching head, wetting him and drawing a tortured moan from his throat. His eyes wanted to fall closed but he struggled to keep them open in order to watch her pale fingers dance along his dark length until she stroked him with one hand and toyed with the parts of him she discovered.

It was instantly clear that driving him crazy was something she had to do. Her own moans followed hard on his as she drew his desire to a critical point.

Sudden wet heat enveloped his cock. "Miya!" God. She was on her knees doing exactly what he wanted to demand and feared she would refuse. "God, God, God," he gasped. She did not just suck him. The combined sucking, licking, nipping and swirling was more like devouring him.

Both his hands fisted in her hair, beyond his control. He moved his hips to her frantic tune, locked in her power over him. She would do whatever she wanted and he would have not a damn word to say, only breathe and gasp on the mounting wave she pulled up in him. Without mercy. "Miya, Miya," he croaked.

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.