Incredibly moved, both physically and emotionally, Yvette put her hands in his satiny black hair, stroking, encouraging.
He hooked his arms under her legs, anchoring her with his hands at her br**sts, and continued to eat at her until she knew it would happen. Each thrust of his tongue told her so.
Especially since he followed each thrust with a flick up and over her clitoris. She caught herself anticipating that elusive touch, reaching for it, trying to follow with her hips. And every time it happened, she tightened more until she thought she might shatter.
She wanted to. So very much.
Eyes closed in concentration, absorbing every sensation to the fullest, she whispered his name, begging for what she hoped he could give.
“This,” he growled. “Tell me if you like this.” Instead of just teasing with his tongue, he closed his mouth around her clitoris, sucking gently.
The overload of stimulation drew her body taut. She twisted in reaction, but with the way he held her she couldn’t move much.
“Please,” she whispered, afraid that somehow the building urgency would escape her. She held him closer, blind with need. “Please, Cannon, please—”
“Easy, honey,” he murmured.
She felt his jaw against her inner thighs, his fingers on her ni**les, the heat of his mouth sucking. “Don’t stop.” She knew tears tracked down her cheeks, but she didn’t care. “Please don’t.”
“No, I won’t.” He shifted so that he held her still with one hand splayed flat on her stomach, and with the other he stroked his fingers back into her, reaching for that same magical spot.
“Ah—” Tighter and tighter, coiling, clenching... “Cannon.”
He made a rumbling sound of deep satisfaction, and the orgasm took her.
Aware only of the awesome release, she gave herself over to it, uncaring of how she moved or how loudly she cried out. Cannon stayed with her, relentless, taking from her until she had nothing left.
As the tension gradually uncoiled, it took her strength, leaving her limp on the couch.
When Cannon kissed her mouth, she got her eyes open. He was over her, between her legs, and with one look at him, she knew he hadn’t come yet.
She wanted to touch him, but honestly, her limbs felt too heavy.
Appearing fascinated, he brushed the tears from her cheeks and smiled at her. “Hi.”
Wow. She’d really done it. Or rather, he’d done it. A little bewildered, she stared at him. “I came.”
Tenderness turned his smile up another hundred watts. “Yeah, I know.” Teasing her, he said, “I heard.”
In the moment, she didn’t mind the teasing, not at all. She was too confused to care. “But...I don’t understand.”
“You’re as perfect as I knew you’d be. And honest to God, babe, I feel like the best lover on earth now.”
“You are,” she told him, meaning it.
He wasn’t nearly so serious. “I hadn’t planned to go so far today.”
Since he hadn’t yet gotten relief, she didn’t think he’d gone far enough. “I am so glad you didn’t stop.”
“Me, too.”
She could feel his erection throbbing against her, yet he made no move to enter her. In fact...she shifted her leg against him and felt material.
He still wore his shorts.
“Don’t you want to get naked, too?”
He kissed her so gently that more tears tried to fill her eyes.
When her phone rang, Yvette said, “Ignore it.”
“Planned to.” His thumbs rubbed her temples as he continued to put butterfly kisses to her face. She felt cherished, which made it difficult to stop the emotional overflow.
A second later, his phone rang. He put his forehead to hers with a quiet curse.
Yvette tightened around him. “Ignore it, too.”
“Yeah.” He sat up, but immediately lifted her into his lap. “Time for bed.”
Oh, good. “Okay.” She grabbed for his shoulders as he stood. She wasn’t a big person, but still, it awed her how he could carry her so easily. He might as well have been carrying a pillow. “You are so strong.”
His smile went crooked. “True, but you can’t judge me by this. You weigh nothing.”
A hundred and twenty pounds was not “nothing,” but she got his meaning.
He put her in the bed, stepped back and removed his shorts.
But not his boxers.
“Unfair. You still—”
Resolute, he reminded her, “Just touching.”
Intrigued, she considered things. “You want me to do to you what you did to me?”
A mix of surprise and hunger froze him. He blew out a breath. Closed his eyes. Stood there, still and rigid, his hands clenching, until he seemed to have composed himself. “I want you to let me hold you while we sleep.”
Oh, no way.
Thinking he only needed confirmation from her, she came up on an elbow. “Don’t be silly. I want you.” Nodding at his tented boxers, she said, “And you want me.”
“Don’t push me, Yvette. This is new for you and we’re going to take it slow if it kills me.”
“But—”
“Don’t make it harder than it has to be, okay?”
He turned the light out and got into bed beside her. Mired in conflicted thoughts, Yvette tried to decide what to do.
He took the decision from her, pulling her close so he could spoon her, one large hand cupped over her breast. After a perfunctory kiss to the top of her head he said, “Sleep.”
He hooked his arms under her legs, anchoring her with his hands at her br**sts, and continued to eat at her until she knew it would happen. Each thrust of his tongue told her so.
Especially since he followed each thrust with a flick up and over her clitoris. She caught herself anticipating that elusive touch, reaching for it, trying to follow with her hips. And every time it happened, she tightened more until she thought she might shatter.
She wanted to. So very much.
Eyes closed in concentration, absorbing every sensation to the fullest, she whispered his name, begging for what she hoped he could give.
“This,” he growled. “Tell me if you like this.” Instead of just teasing with his tongue, he closed his mouth around her clitoris, sucking gently.
The overload of stimulation drew her body taut. She twisted in reaction, but with the way he held her she couldn’t move much.
“Please,” she whispered, afraid that somehow the building urgency would escape her. She held him closer, blind with need. “Please, Cannon, please—”
“Easy, honey,” he murmured.
She felt his jaw against her inner thighs, his fingers on her ni**les, the heat of his mouth sucking. “Don’t stop.” She knew tears tracked down her cheeks, but she didn’t care. “Please don’t.”
“No, I won’t.” He shifted so that he held her still with one hand splayed flat on her stomach, and with the other he stroked his fingers back into her, reaching for that same magical spot.
“Ah—” Tighter and tighter, coiling, clenching... “Cannon.”
He made a rumbling sound of deep satisfaction, and the orgasm took her.
Aware only of the awesome release, she gave herself over to it, uncaring of how she moved or how loudly she cried out. Cannon stayed with her, relentless, taking from her until she had nothing left.
As the tension gradually uncoiled, it took her strength, leaving her limp on the couch.
When Cannon kissed her mouth, she got her eyes open. He was over her, between her legs, and with one look at him, she knew he hadn’t come yet.
She wanted to touch him, but honestly, her limbs felt too heavy.
Appearing fascinated, he brushed the tears from her cheeks and smiled at her. “Hi.”
Wow. She’d really done it. Or rather, he’d done it. A little bewildered, she stared at him. “I came.”
Tenderness turned his smile up another hundred watts. “Yeah, I know.” Teasing her, he said, “I heard.”
In the moment, she didn’t mind the teasing, not at all. She was too confused to care. “But...I don’t understand.”
“You’re as perfect as I knew you’d be. And honest to God, babe, I feel like the best lover on earth now.”
“You are,” she told him, meaning it.
He wasn’t nearly so serious. “I hadn’t planned to go so far today.”
Since he hadn’t yet gotten relief, she didn’t think he’d gone far enough. “I am so glad you didn’t stop.”
“Me, too.”
She could feel his erection throbbing against her, yet he made no move to enter her. In fact...she shifted her leg against him and felt material.
He still wore his shorts.
“Don’t you want to get naked, too?”
He kissed her so gently that more tears tried to fill her eyes.
When her phone rang, Yvette said, “Ignore it.”
“Planned to.” His thumbs rubbed her temples as he continued to put butterfly kisses to her face. She felt cherished, which made it difficult to stop the emotional overflow.
A second later, his phone rang. He put his forehead to hers with a quiet curse.
Yvette tightened around him. “Ignore it, too.”
“Yeah.” He sat up, but immediately lifted her into his lap. “Time for bed.”
Oh, good. “Okay.” She grabbed for his shoulders as he stood. She wasn’t a big person, but still, it awed her how he could carry her so easily. He might as well have been carrying a pillow. “You are so strong.”
His smile went crooked. “True, but you can’t judge me by this. You weigh nothing.”
A hundred and twenty pounds was not “nothing,” but she got his meaning.
He put her in the bed, stepped back and removed his shorts.
But not his boxers.
“Unfair. You still—”
Resolute, he reminded her, “Just touching.”
Intrigued, she considered things. “You want me to do to you what you did to me?”
A mix of surprise and hunger froze him. He blew out a breath. Closed his eyes. Stood there, still and rigid, his hands clenching, until he seemed to have composed himself. “I want you to let me hold you while we sleep.”
Oh, no way.
Thinking he only needed confirmation from her, she came up on an elbow. “Don’t be silly. I want you.” Nodding at his tented boxers, she said, “And you want me.”
“Don’t push me, Yvette. This is new for you and we’re going to take it slow if it kills me.”
“But—”
“Don’t make it harder than it has to be, okay?”
He turned the light out and got into bed beside her. Mired in conflicted thoughts, Yvette tried to decide what to do.
He took the decision from her, pulling her close so he could spoon her, one large hand cupped over her breast. After a perfunctory kiss to the top of her head he said, “Sleep.”
