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My anticipation rose so high, I began fearing a nosebleed. I trailed my fingers in zigzags over his arms as he walked backward on his hands and knees down my body. Spreading my legs open, he bunched the silk gown at my waist, the slightest touches leaving goosebumps behind. Lifting one foot, he pressed his lips to the ball of it. A sharp gasp broke the silence. There were many more to come as he systematically worked his way up the inside of my thighs, leaving his lip prints behind.
With no panties to hamper his journey, he breathed over my closely-shaved mound. My chest worked overtime to take in air. He was virtually exploring me. No one in my past had done that before, and damn if it didn’t feel good to be discovered. I could come right now just from his kisses. I knew it was about to be a night to remember for as long as I lived.
Tobin
It didn’t make sense for me to put Cherise through a long night of lovemaking just to have her tired in the morning. Chad’s mania demanded we both be wide awake and alert tomorrow. However, I wasn’t going to leave her unsatisfied. My hands touched down on her legs to spread them. She jerked and hissed.
I could almost see the anticipation rising from her as I planted my lips on her skin. She writhed beneath my touch, evoking my name and waking up the possessive beast in me. No other’s name would depart from her lips in that way ever again. The beast within was going to make damn sure of that. I just had to keep a leash on the primal part of me.
My mouth actually ached to get intimate with each inch of her, brand her. The loose gown fell down her thighs as I parted them. She moaned and fidgeted, her knees bending and unbending, arms windmilling until there was a snow angel in the bed. Fuck, she was so reactive. I forced the gown further up her body, unveiling the gleaming wet sins and secrets guarded by her supple thighs. Her gown was almost as erotic as she was.
The black silk clung just enough to hint at her decadent curves underneath. Her clothes embodied her, modest and effortless in their beauty. Gliding my hands under her knees, I hoisted them over my shoulders. Her abdomen contracted under my palm as I placed it over her, and then I began to make a meal of her.
“Oh damn, oh damn, oh damn,” she groaned, scissoring her legs around my head.
The thick part of my tongue forced its way among her lush folds, the tip of it lapping at her tight ass. I employed suction to her canal, evading the little nub peeking out of its hood at the top of her lips. Her clit was wanting its turn to be fed on by me. I wasn’t ready for her to orgasm yet. When I served that part of her, I wanted her to fly away. She hadn’t been raised high enough for that yet. I watched her clit as it stalked me. When it swelled out of its hood, liquid heat poured out her, coating my tongue, and saturating my chin.
She went stiff as a board. Clapping an arm over her face, a muffled cry still skated out around it. She was coming anyway, had gone off too fast. It just meant I had to do it all over again. This was going to be entertaining. I drank the fluid climax from her and sl
urped from her clit at the same time. She kangarooed up to a sitting position.
“Tobin, wait!”
‘Wait’ wasn’t part of my strategy. Palming her breasts, I coerced her down to the mattress again, feeding on her some more. The starving beast in me wanted every drop of her come. Her legs cycled on my shoulders, fingers pressing on my forehead. I held steady. No one was more resolved than me to make her go higher, orgasm harder, or feel as if she would come forever. It was almost sad when she crested again a few minutes later.
“Goddamnit, Tobin!” She twisted wildly, head lashing side to side. “No more!”
‘No more’ wasn’t in my strategy either. I alternated from feasting on her clit to flicking it with my tongue at warp speed and humming against her womb. The vibrations by themselves would’ve set her off again eventually, but her climax came quick. Using her arm as a muffle again, a muted chant of, “Oh my God, Oh my God,” filled the room.
Not satisfied that she was still conscious, I launched a second attack on her. This time, I damn near swallowed her clitoris, drank deeper from her canal, and ran faster circles around her opening. Her legs locked around my ears.
“Yes!” she shouted, then bucked her body in a powerful attempt to escape. Impossible when my hands were holding her in place.
When she was hyperventilating and too worn out to fight for her release, I knew my job was done. If I heeded to the beast within, she’d come two more times. Except, she was on the verge of passing out as it was. Hopefully, tomorrow if luck smiled down upon me, I’d give her the ultimate gift of my cock. For now, I crawled up the bed, gathering her in my arms.
“Sleep, baby.”
She would sleep peacefully all night. I wouldn’t. The treasure beside me, her home, and the street had to be checked on at least once every hour. Two hours prior to her alarm going off, I woke with a bad feeling. I went home right quick to bathe and change into more military wear.
Andre had gotten up when I exited my bedroom forty minutes later. He stood at the stove bare-chested with a dishtowel thrown over his shoulder, cooking a hearty breakfast. “I did a loop of the office at three. Nothing was out of place. Coffee’s done.”
“Thanks,” I acknowledged from the couch, lacing up my boots. Today, I had my gun strapped to my side. “Did you sleep?”
“Some. The time zone change is a bitch. I’ll make another round after I clean up the kitchen then call my connect in the Harlem Police Department about locating Chad. Meet you at the office in two hours?”
“Sounds good.” I got to my feet. “I’m out. Later Underwood.”
Andre tipped his head back in a goodbye. “Later, Graham.”
I covered the ten blocks to Cherise’s home in half the time. Her bedroom light was on when I pulled up beside her car. I’d like to think my absence woke her. My presence would hinder her from getting ready for work, so I stayed outside. Daylight was just dawning when she emerged in the condo’s doorway an hour early. A black sedan drove slowly by the gate. I gave it a thorough inspection like I had all the other cars that had driven by. Cherise walked out, stealing my focus with waving to me and heading for my truck.
I got out. “Get in the truck with me, baby. Out in the open is not where you want to be when Chad could be out and about too.”
Her face blanked of emotion. For a little while, she’d forgotten about her troubles. Being the one to have to remind her of them sent my blood pressure through the roof. I didn’t know what would happen if I ever got my hands on Chad, but it wouldn't be pleasant.
“Alright.” In heels and a black sundress with yellow pixelated flowers to her ankles, getting in the truck was going to be a challenge for her. With her back to me, she took her time switching purse and attaché case to one hand then finding a grip with one shoe on the running board of the truck. We were going to discuss her choice of footwear at crucial times later. Capturing her waist in both hands, I lifted her up.
Taken off guard, Cherise whooped and planted her feet inside the truck to regain her balance, dropping down in her seat. "A little warning next time, Tobin."
