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Natches’s fire filled her soul. And he offered it to her willingly. A sacrifice to the unbearable hunger raging inside her now, untamed, breaking free of the fear that had housed it for so many years.
Oh God, how had she stayed away from him? Five years. She had been without him for five years and each day had been an eternity of need and loss that she hadn’t realized, until now.
“God, Chay,” he growled, a deep, rough sound that stroked her senses as his hands stroked her back. “There you go, baby. Come to me. ”
She nipped at his lips, caressed them, and let him devour her. He didn’t let her control the kiss; he never would, she knew. He was powerful, dominant, but he gave his body freely, and tonight she intended to take. And take.
She trembled at the thought of taking all of him. Of giving all of herself. And she knew that was exactly what she was doing, giving herself.
Lifting her head she stared down at him, at those wild green eyes, the way his thick black hair fanned out from his savage face. The way the muscles flexed in his shoulders and arms, the perspiration that trailed down his neck. And she had to taste it.
She lapped at it with her tongue, filled her senses with the taste of him, and gloried in the sound of that rough male groan.
“I missed you. ” The whimpering sob shocked her as it fell from her lips, pressed to his flesh. “Oh God, Natches. I needed you. I needed you until I burned. Until I thought I’d die without seeing you, hearing you. ”
His hands flattened on her back, held her closer.
“I was right here, baby. ”
Right here. In his bed, waiting for her.
Sleek and hard and hungry.
Her lips slid from his neck to his chest, feathered over hard male nipples before her teeth raked first one then the other. He jerked beneath her, and she thrilled at the evidence of his pleasure.
Another thing he gave her freely, his pleasure. She didn’t have to worry about how to please him, because every touch she had ever given him, he had urged her on, relishing it.
“Ah, Chay, sweet baby. ” His hands slid to her sides, to the curve of her breasts, and the backs of his fingers caressed them with subtle heat.
He wasn’t stingy with his touches or his words.
Chaya luxuriated in the generosity. His heat, the friction of his hair-roughened male chest against her swollen nipples. The feel of his muscles tightening, his breath rasping in his lungs as her lips slid lower.
She took quick, heated kisses down the center of his body, moving with slow, delicate greed to the thick, steel-hard shaft that reached up his lower stomach, eager for her touch.
Natches shifted, his hands pulling at her hips as her head went lower. And she remembered that. Remembered how she had taken him in that humid little room in Iraq. The night her tears had mixed with her release, and they had drunk from each other.
She tasted the head of his cock, her tongue licking over it, curling around the engorged crest as the shaft jerked in response.
Natches lifted her leg as she slid into position, pulling her hips over his face and blowing a heated breath against the wet folds of her sex.
A whimper fell from her lips, because she knew what was coming and she couldn’t wait. She lowered herself to him, feeling his tongue slide through liquid heat and tender tissue to burrow inside her vagina. Her lips opened over the head of his cock, her hands stroked the heavily veined shaft and Chaya let herself be taken, even as she took.
She worked her pussy on the thrusting tongue tormenting her with wicked pleasure. And with her mouth, she tormented in turn, crying out with delight, with need that bordered on pain.
His hands stroked over her rear, between the full curves, and teased the delicate flesh there as he worked his tongue through the slit of her pussy, circled her clit, and rubbed at it erotically. Stealing her mind.
She couldn’t allow him to steal her mind. Not yet. She needed to stroke him, touch him. She needed to pour the past five years of loss and loneliness into every touch. Then she needed to take him as she had dreamed of taking him. Riding them both into ecstasy.
Before he could stop her, not that he tried hard, she swung away, lifting herself from his lips despite his growl of displeasure and her own aching regret.
She couldn’t touch him as she wanted to if he stole her strength as she was doing so. When Natches touched her, she melted. Tonight, she wanted him to melt.
And Natches was melting. He stared down his body, strung tight with the most incredible pleasure. Pleasure that went beyond pleasure and bordered on agony of sensations. Chaya knelt above him, straddling one hard leg, rubbing
the slick heat of her pussy against it as she worked her mouth on his cock head.
Sucking and licking, moaning in pleasure as her honey gold eyes darkened further and glittered with the needs rising inside her.
