Summon Toren(75)

She wanted him to kiss her there. She’d heard of such a thing but never dreamed of a man doing it, but having his sexy mouth so near it, well, it was suddenly all she could think about. What would it feel like to be kissed there? Passionately. Should she just ask him? God how…slutty that would seem.

Imagining his lips and tongue there was all it took to gain the courage. “Kiss…me.” She pulled her knees back more, not wanting him to think she meant on her mouth.

As though he’d been fervently praying for those words, his eyes rolled shut and he muttered words in another language as he sat on the floor at the foot of the bed. His lips found her inner thighs, first the right then the left, all soft and reverent kisses as he worked eager fingers under her butt. The hunger in his grip made her whimper, the tell-tale signs of an eternal need about to be unleashed. She had no clue what that would feel like, what that would—“Oh God!”

Ezekiel’s mouth was suddenly buried in her privates. His lips and tongue slid and swirled everywhere all at once, like she might melt away before he could have a chance to really…taste her. That’s what he was doing, he wasn’t kissing, he was tasting. Oh God it was wonderful. She couldn’t take her eyes off of what he was doing, it was both shocking and mind blowing.

His tongue flicked over her clit and she cried out with a gasp. He moaned on her and used his thumbs to open her folds, licking up and down the length of her until she was gasping. She pushed her hips on his mouth, feeling what was coming. He was going to bring her orgasm this way, the way she made herself, only he’d use his mouth.

She couldn’t resist falling back onto the bed and grabbing his head, holding it right there, right on her clit while she grunted and flicked her hips on his mouth.

He groaned on her, the sound of a man near undone with desire. His fingers bit harder into her ass, holding her tightly to his face. Skylar raked her nails in his soft velvety hair, barely aware that her moans were far too loud for neighbors, desperate and high pitched, on the verge. “Zekiel,” she gasped. “Please…please yes, don’t stop!”

He groaned hard on her, an almost painful sound, as he dug his fingers into her butt, holding her where he wanted. And he wanted her all over his mouth it seemed. God, so hot yes.





CHAPTER TWENTY ONE



Ezekiel had never dreamed in his life that he could get off on something quite as extremely as he did doing…that to her. Skylar’s plump bare folds were heaven no matter how his mind screamed blasphemy. And her clitoris. God, yes, he loved that tiny bit of flesh that made her wild under his mouth and in his hands. He’d never felt more purpose and worth than he did bringing her such intense pleasure. And when she forced his face harder onto her desire and moved her hips in little frantic pumps followed by those sweet sounds of ecstasy…wondrous! He’d nearly climaxed in his jeans. She was beautiful. In every way. Even as he sucked her little clitoris into his mouth, he made plans of what he wanted next. How he wanted her. How many times he wanted her. How long he wanted her. God and how much he wanted her.

“Zekiel, oh God, oh God!”

Zekiel. The shortened form of his name on her sweet voice tugged at a place deep inside him, making him crave something he didn’t understand. How he loved to hear her say it as he watched her breasts rise and fall with her cries. She continued murmuring it like a fervent prayer of sweet torment.

It occurred to him to slip a finger inside her. The second he sank into the hot silk, she climaxed everywhere, her hands clutching his head. Her high pitched cry and shudders were a fascination that lit him on fire unlike anything he’d ever experienced. Ever. Before, he was a hardened soldier on a useless mission. Sex was no different. Just another mission, another rung on the ladder of life to prove himself a man.

But he clearly had no clue what a man was. Surely this. This was a man. He didn’t stop his delicate sucking and licking until she’d shuddered her last. With his lips still nestled between hers, he gazed at her heaving breasts from between her legs, loving the lingering mews in her voice. He stared at the perfect mounds and tight peaks. He wanted them. In his mouth, while his cock was buried deep. Her in his lap, facing him. He wanted to kiss her.

He dipped his tongue into her slit needing to taste what he’d done to her. He very soon lost himself in her flavor, overcome with the need to name it. As he licked it all up, he finally settled on succulent silk petals of wild honey suckle. It was unlike anything his tongue and lips had ever encountered. She was paradise in human form and he could easily lose himself in her.

Ezekiel waited for guilt and shame. What he’d done ranked up there with sexual lewdness. Perversion. Sex was for procreation and male domination. Not this. And certainly not with an American woman. The white devils.