Summon Lyght(54)

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 along 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.