His mouth moved lower, and he ran his nose along her inner thigh. He inhaled deeply. “You smell so good,” he whispered huskily.
Terrence licked his lips as she closed her eyes, unable to bear looking as he bent his head toward her aching flesh. He cradled her bottom in his hands and when he placed a teasing lick to her sensitive sex, intense sensations exploded on her skin. He slid his tongue in. She let out a low moan and pressed her hand to the back of his head, fingers digging into his scalp as she silently pleaded for him to send her over the edge.
She spread her thighs without prompting and let him have his way with her. Each ragged gasp signaled her pleasure as his swirling tongue took her closer to heaven. He growled in appreciation as he plundered her slick flesh and owned her with his mouth. Tasting and licking. Nibbling and sucking.
“You taste so good. So sweet. I could never have enough of you.”
She’d received oral sex from other men, but Terrence was so enthusiastic, turning an already sensual act into something so raw and carnal, he turned her on in a way other men didn’t. She rotated her hips against his mouth, and when he squeezed her butt cheeks, the combined pressure of his hands at her back and his mouth at her front sent her careening over the edge of bliss.
She cried out and clawed the mattress. Mindlessly, she arched upward, panting so hard she was certain the harsh breaths scored her throat. When he finally released her, she settled back down. She came so fast she was almost embarrassed, but it couldn’t be helped. Terrence was good, and more than five years had passed since he made love to her. The accumulation of random touches, nighttime phone conversations, and laughter prompted by inside jokes banked up during all that time, waiting for this very moment.
Smoothing his hands over her thighs and pelvis, he came back up. “You still got that bomb pussy. Just delicious,” he whispered. Then he pushed the scarf from her head and slid his fingers over her hair.
Grasping her head, he kissed her with tongue, swallowing her mouth with a greedy, wet kiss. He bit her chin and sucked on the side of her neck.
His hands once again moved to her breasts—massaging, kneading, squeezing.
“Terrence…”
“Tell me what you want.”
“You.” That had always been an issue when they made love. No matter how much he gave, she always wanted more.
She reached between his legs and closed her fingers around his impressive size. He closed his eyes and winced like someone in pain.
“You got me, Charisse.” He opened his eyes and looked deeply into hers. “Always.”
He nudged her legs apart and pushed into her. Every molecule, every cell, seized movement in that moment.
Long and thick, he filled her to capacity. With an open-mouthed groan, she let him know how good he felt.
“Damn, I miss fucking you.” His words hit the side of her neck. He groaned as he continued to slide into her with deliciously long strokes.
Her fingers sank into his firm bottom and she rose to meet him.
“That’s it. Give it to me,” he encouraged roughly. He sucked air between his teeth.
“Terrence,” she whimpered. His slow movements were driving her insane.
“I know, sweetheart. Feels good, don’t it?” he whispered. He kissed her arched throat, and her fingers dug into his upper spine.
“Yes. You feel so good. You always feel so good.”
Her hands wandered over his beautiful dark skin. She wanted to touch him everywhere.
She slid her hands over his obliques and across his back. His smooth skin was soft and warm to the touch. In continuous slow motion, he slid up into her aroused flesh. With his knees far apart, he kept her splayed wide for his pleasure while he took his time to savor the moment. He sank his teeth into her shoulder, and her nails raked his back as she met each thrust, desperate to control the speed but he refused to let her.
“You ready, sweetheart? You ready to come again?”
She whimpered an answer because she couldn’t talk. She could only think about the connection they shared and the sweet friction between her legs.
He rotated a thumb over her hard right nipple and his hips lunged faster as he picked up the pace.
She found his mouth, using a hand at the back of his head to force him to kiss her. Their mouth-to-mouth contact was erotic, setting aflame her already heated body. Her other hand wrapped around his neck, holding him close as she kept time with each pump of his pelvis.
Terrence sank into her in a relentless pattern and she came hard, quivering around him. Her nails dug into her palm and a sharp cry split the air. She turned her nose to his throat and forced his head lower. She needed him closer, needed to meld their bodies into one being. She whispered his name like a prayer as a tidal wave of pleasure billowed through her body.
He groaned and came, too. The sound was guttural and harsh. There was nothing sexier than hearing him lose control like that. Clutching the pillow and arching his back, he emptied inside her.
