You Called Me-ARE and Apple epub (19 page)

He cursed out. At the edge of his restraint with her tight body sealed around. He’d wanted this from the moment she fell into his arms...unconscious. He wanted to sink himself in her, imprint himself within her body, let no other man have her, have this, his woman.

“Yes, Jonathan…yes,” Kenya grunted into his hair.

He licked her swollen beautiful breast, biting tenderly on the dark nipples, his now. Lifting his face, he covered her mouth, hungrily slurping up the sweet nectar moistening her lips, his hips pumping into her feeling his body slapping at her with each thrust.

“Every time…every time we’re together, this is what I wanna feel.”

Kenya braced her hands along the windowsill. Her moans music behind each inch he pushed into her with force. Music he could never get enough of.

He held still listening to her moans and mewls bouncing around the room. Her quiet slowed his hips could see she held her bottom lip between her teeth. “Baby, you like this?” he asked, cupping Kenya’s face, panting over her moonlit eyes.

Nodding her head, she wheezed, “You’re so thick, I’m—a” She licked her lips. “I’m…whew! You’re thick.”

He grinned knowing she couldn’t see but it felt good to hear her praise for his body.

“It’s yours,” he said, easing into her watching her eyes glaze under the moonlight. He caught her hand clamping down on one of the books in the bookshelf flanking the window. Several toppled to the floor, bounced over the carpet.

Easing back, he cupped her breast, tender in his mouth. Her skin soft and sweet as apricots, her moans of pleasure sent heat to his groin. Lapping his tongue under their weight, he waited to hear her moan before he drew her sweet flesh between his lips.  He wasn't sure who enjoyed it more Kenya or him. The way her nails scratched down his skin said he was doing something right.

Kenya’s leg lifted off the floor. Hungrily her body opened more for him. Lifting away from her sweet flesh, slipping both hands under her thighs he held her legs out wide her feet touching both sides of the bookshelves to either side. He thrust into her, his fingers dug into her thighs.

“This is yours. And this, “he said, thrusting harder, palm braced to the wall along the window, “this is mine.” Feeling her leg tremble, Jonathan lowered one leg into the chair he’d rolled closer to the window earlier. Can’t have her worn out so soon. “Baby, I want this all night.”

Bucking as her nails dug into his hips, Kenya scratched his skin.

Closing his mouth over hers, Jonathan sucked on her tongue, giving in when Kenya took over. Hallowing her cheeks around his tongue made him swell between her legs. He tasted all the sweet juices in her warm mouth.

He wanted to drag her to the floor plunge even deeper between her legs until they were under the desk.

The desire too strong he cupped her butt, stumbled them to the floor beside the small sofa lining the wall, catching the back of her head he braced her from the carpeted floor.

Hooking a hand beneath her hip pumping between her open thighs, Jonathan thought he’d explode the way her muscles gripped his sex. Body tight around him drawing him deeper with each push until he found he had pushed her across the floor, the back of his hand burning scrubbed across the carpet under her hip.

Blood pressure rang through his ears, behind every thrust of her hips meeting his fierce pounding. He’d never craved a woman with such a manic desire. It was as if he couldn’t get deep enough yet he felt her womb taking his every thrust clutching over the head in hungry pulses.

Kenya’s legs hooked up around his waist, moaning, her fingers gripping the leg of the desk his name falling from her lips in ragged pulses.

Jonathan kissed Kenya’s fingers on his mouth, as he pressed into her, slower this time, could see she needed something he wasn’t giving her, more compassion, less raw.

The soft dip in her throat drew him down, kissing her sweet skin, it was torture to work his hips slow into her body, but had never received this much concentration from a woman. She made his body slow down feel the heat surrounding him the length of him buried deep in her body. He watched her mouth open before she whispered under the dim lighting from the moon slicing through the dark space to coat her face.

“Thank you,” she moaned, arching her back off the floor. Her skin held a sheen of moisture between her firm breasts and he dipped his face until his mouth could brush over the slick line. Jonathan nudged his nose under her breast enjoying her sweet sighs and moans. Watching her beneath him, enjoying his making love to her brought a lift to his lip and warmth to his heart.

The weight of her stare quieted his ragged hunger, enjoying the easy vibe developing between them. Most women had him focused on bringing them to the all-important orgasm. Kenya’s yielding surrender to his biting hunger gave him an appreciation for the journey.

Her rhythm change beneath him and he could feel her climax pushing her hips up into him, her breathing stilted. Giving her body what it wanted, Jonathan cupped her behind, thrusting his length deep between her thighs flexing his hips listening to her mules and groans beneath his body working feverishly.

“Jonathan…” Her lips parted on a long moan as her climax shook her beneath him back arching.

“That’s it, baby,” he urged, voice thick. Kenya hooked her ankles over his behind legs squeezing his ribs. Greedily her body milked him and he gave up all he had, climax rushing up through him in a hot, thick stream. Hips jerking, he clenched his teeth face buried in her shoulder as his body convulsed over hers.

Jonathan was certain he'd never move again. Slumped over Kenya's body he breathed into her shoulder lifting his body enough for her to breathe.

Kenya kissed his shoulder stroking his back and he could have lain there all night, her soft body beneath his. She said against his skin, “I meant to go into your bedroom,”

He tilted back. “Why didn't you?”

She laughed. “I forgot which side of the hall it was on and when I turned around you were pushing me into the office.”

Catching his breath, he laughed. Kissing the easy dip of her shoulder he thought of something he’d wanted to do when he undressed her the first time. After he regained use of his legs, he'd get up and get it.

Rolling over pulling the blanket from the small couch, he draped it over her flushed skin. Running his hands over her naked behind, he could feel the impression of the carpet in her skin.

“Baby, you have carpet burn on your behind.” Massaging gently, he kissed her head cradled against his chest.

“That’s a first,” she said and he caught her fingers playing over his on her rump. She reached past his shoulder.

“Hey, boy,” Kenya said, scrubbing Judge’s head. The big dog watched them.

“Go in the other room, Judge. You can’t have any of this,” he said, his breathing forced. Dragging his hand up and down her shoulder Jonathan kissed the top of her head. Soft curls formed around her face. She looked so young curled against him and Jonathan wondered just how old Kenya was. “Baby, how old are you?”

“How old do you think I am?”

“You better say at least twenty-five,” tapping her hip lightly praying he got the answer he wanted.

She kissed his chest rubbing her hand over his moist flesh. He liked she played in the hair on his chest. She said, “Twenty-seven…you?”

He took a breath stroking his palm over one swollen breast, then said, “Thirty-three.”

“What made you ask?” She nipped his chin playfully. “Do I look younger naked?”

Patting her soft hip, thinking she looked like dessert naked. “You’re so tight.”

“And your size had nothing to do with it, huh?” she poked him, peering up. The moonlight streaked across her face…so pretty.

“Complaining?” he teased.

“Quite satisfied actually,” she said. “Do you have any ice cream in the kitchen?”

“You hungry?” he asked

“Not hungry, just want something cold.” She started to get up. He caught her hip angling his body out from under hers.

“Floor’s too hard.” Lifting her from the floor, he laid Kenya on the couch, tucking the blanket over her soft warm body. Reaching under the small table lamp, he pulled the chain. Soft light flooded the table beside the couch just as he leaned in to kiss her forehead.

Ducking into his bedroom, Jonathan went into the bathroom removed the condom, flushing it down the toilet. Washing his hands, he then grabbed his robe and a spare one from the closet. Coming out he slipped into his office and tucked the extra one around Kenya curled in on the sofa. The woman was an oil painting, regal, sensual, and sated. He did that. “Slip this on,” Jonathan urged helping her get her arms into the cotton robe. “Stay here I want to show you something when I come back.”

Jonathan fixed a bowl of butter pecan ice cream, grabbed a sleeve of short bread cookies, a bottle of his special whiskey, Connemara from Connemara Ireland, and joined Kenya in his office.

Handing her the bowl and the cookies, he slipped in behind her, dragging the blanket over the two of them and brushed hair off her face.

“Is that whiskey?”

He kissed her face.  “Don’t care for it?” he asked, peering over her head.

“Is it okay to mix...the wine, I mean?”

Wine—they’d burned that off in front of the window.

“This is Connemara Irish whiskey, it doesn’t come any better. Don’t worry about the wine. Its effects have long since burned off.”

Kenya’s nose scrunched. “Together...ice cream and short bread cookies and Whiskey?” she questioned. He kissed the soft skin of her eyelids.

“No—well, yes and no.” He stiffened under the blanket. He eased the robe from her shoulder, ran a finger over the dip between her neck and collarbone. “Did you know, pretty lady, when you shrug your shoulder a small bowl forms up here?”

“Yes…”She grinned. “What are you thinking, Jonathan?”

“Keep your shoulder up, like that.” He let the ice cream slide from the spoon into the cradle. Kenya jerked from the chilling sensation, her body heat melting the dessert around the edges the moment it came in contact with her warm skin. “Stay like that,” he instructed drizzling a few drops of whiskey over the ice cream. The two shades slid together and marbled over her skin.

“Oh you’re very creative,” Kenya acknowledged. It was easy when all he wanted was to taste every inch of her body.

Jonathan swirled the cream through the gold liquid, tickling her flushed and sated skin. Slipping one ice cream and whiskey coated finger into Kenya’s mouth, he jerked behind her, sucking the warm alcohol teased cream seductively. “You like it?” he asked before licking it from her skin. Slurping the pricey imported liquor from her body, he savored the sweet taste of Kenya’s skin mingling with the liquor.

“Cools down the bite of the whiskey,” she told him. “Where did you learn to do that, Blakemore?” Kissing her upturned mouth, Jonathan wanted to pour it over her breast, lap the fiery liquid until her climax had her bucking off the sofa screaming his name.

“Stay the weekend.”

“The weekend?” She lifted the robe away from her body and said, “I don’t have anything to wear.”

“Easily fixed. We can go shopping.”

“You don't trust me to go home and get a change of clothes?”

“No. You may not comeback.”

“I'll stay.”

Kissing her temple Jonathan cuddled her closer. He had a woman, a beautiful sensual woman.

“I’ll tell you about my family first. If you stick around after I’ll show you more of my talents.” He poured a few more drops into the sweet bowl of her body, scooped on the ice cream, and sucked the melting swirl from her skin. He could get drunk off her skin alone.

He ate the short bread cookies Kenya fed him from over her shoulder. She said, “Handsome, intelligent, and crafty. Be careful, Blakemore, I may grow to like you.”

“Considering you only cared for my conversation on the mountains, I’ll call this evening a victory for Irish men everywhere.”

“You’re beginning to wear me down, I’ll admit, but you’ll have to do some pretty fancy foot work to get me out of the country,” she teased.

First, she got him to talk about Brian now she wanted the rest of the sorted tale. What next, dental records? He didn’t care much for talking about his family, but he wanted her to go to Ireland with him next week. Smoothing a hand through Kenya’s hair, he brushed a kiss over her temple, her warm skin sweet and soft.

Faint sounds of jazz moved in from the overhead speakers in the office and he couldn’t have planned a more perfect moment together.   

“You want to know about my family?”

She peered back over her shoulder eyes sparkling. “If you’re willing to tell me, I would love to hear more about what it was like growing up in Ireland. I’m not prying, Jonathan, but we’re moving really fast and what I know about you is laughable…” She chuckled. “Nothing.”

“What do you wanna know?”

“Little things, like...” she adjusted herself in his arms. “Like your favorite cookie or what you do to relax?”

“I added you to the last list, things I do to relax,” he teased trailing a finger down the center of her whiskey colored complexion. Kenya smiled under the lamplight washing over her shoulder down her sensual shape under the robe. “You're the color of Irish whiskey...I like it.” Kenya held his finger to her mouth slid her lips down over his middle finger and sucked it swirling her tongue. Heat crackled up his arm as she pulled him from her mouth, slick and wet. “That put you at the top of the list.” Hell she was the list after that.

She snuggled in closer, “What's Ireland like? We'll start there.”

“I postponed my trip to Ireland till next weekend. Come with me.”

“Out of the country?” he asked bolting up. He smoothed the mussed hair from her face, loving that well sated flush of her skin.

“That’s were Ireland is baby.”

She blew out a breath, angling her knees up to her chest. “That’s not what I meant…meeting’s…I have meetings scheduled I can’t cancel the following Monday.” Holding his arm out, he waited for her to face him on the sofa, before he closed his arm around her shoulder. Disappointment shown on her face, who was this shy vixen in his arms? A controversy of emotions played over her face.