Fire surged through her veins. Gripping his shoulders, she tore her mouth away to take a much-needed breath. His breathing was as uneven as hers.
He rested his forehead against hers. “Janae, can I make love to you, baby?” he asked in a need-laden voice.
“Yes,” she answered in one that was barely audible.
“Thank you,” he whispered, placing light kisses on her forehead, eyelids, nose and cheeks, before taking her mouth in another heated kiss. Turning her around again, he continued his taste quest.
He slowly lowered her zipper, kissing and licking each portion of newly bared skin.
She moaned loudly as his tongue scorched every part of her body it touched. “Terrence?”
“Um... I don’t... I haven’t... My experience with this is...”
“It doesn’t matter,” he murmured, still kissing his way down her body. Dropping to his knees, he held the dress so she could step out of it, tossed it on the bench, then caressed her legs. He turned her around, and she shuddered as his heated gaze raked over her. She stood there wearing nothing but a black lace strapless bra, matching bikini panties and her shoes.
“You are absolutely perfect,” he whispered reverently. “And these shoes are so damn sexy on your feet.” He removed them and kissed his way back up the front of her body.
“Do I get to undress you?” she asked breathlessly.
“You can do anything you like.”
Reaching up, she pushed his jacket off his shoulders and tossed it on the bench with her dress. He held himself still as she pulled his shirt out of his pants and over his head, treating him to the same caresses. After discarding his shirt, she rose on her toes to kiss and lick the tattoo over his heart. His sharp intake of breath emboldened her. But when it came time for his pants, her bravado faded.
Her hands trembled as she tried to undo his belt. He must have sensed her hesitation, because he gently pushed her hands aside and completed the task. His pants joined the growing pile of their clothing.
Standing before her wearing nothing but a pair of black boxer briefs, he exuded masculinity in waves. She thought his upper body impressive, but seeing him nearly naked was beyond comprehension. He was fully aroused and huge, making her wonder how they would fit together. But she didn’t have time to dwell on that thought as he picked her up and placed her in the center of the bed. She ceased to think at all when his hands and mouth started their magic again.
“I can’t get enough of kissing you. Your scent...it’s driving me crazy.” He reached behind her, unfastened her bra and tossed it to the side. Cupping her breasts in his hands, he kneaded and massaged them before bending to take one nipple in his mouth. She moaned loudly. He released one breast and kissed the other while his hand traveled down her flat belly to the softness between her thighs.
She cried out and arched off the bed at the exquisite pleasure. Janae moved her hands purposely over his chest and arms, finally able to touch him like she wanted, the hard muscles under his smooth skin contracting and flexing beneath her touch. Moving lower, she cupped him through his briefs and heard him moan.
Kissing her back down onto the bed, he shifted his body to remove her panties. He stood to shed his briefs and don a condom. Coming back to the bed, he moved over her and kissed her once more. Spreading her legs with his knees, he pushed into her slowly, stopping several times because she was so tight. Once fully sheathed, he remained still, allowing her to adjust to his size.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked, moving in and out slowly.
“Mmm.” The slight pain from his initial entry was quickly replaced by something far more wonderful. She lifted her hips to meet each thrust, keeping pace with the rhythm he’d set. Soon, the pace increased, his thrusts deepened and her body trembled. “Terrence!” Never had making love to a man felt this good...this right.
“Yeah, sweetheart. I feel it, too,” he murmured, even as he kept up the rhythm. “Open your eyes.” She looked up. “Come for me, baby.”
His words, coupled with a deep thrust, pushed her over the edge, and her body splintered into a million pieces. She screamed out his name again.
Lifting her legs higher, he thrust faster and she cried out again. He called out her name right after she screamed his. Before he could recover, a second orgasm overtook him. His body shuddered above hers, and it seemed as if their climax went on forever. Soon, the only sound in the room was their ragged breathing.
Shifting his weight slightly, he withdrew, lowered his head and kissed her tenderly.
Several minutes passed before their breathing returned to normal. Then she felt him growing hard against her thigh. Her gaze flew to his.