Part 18 (1/2)

”You should have considered that before taking me on, Blade Madaris.”

And then she leaned forward and captured one of the dark pebbles on his chest in her mouth, doing just what he'd done to her nipples earlier, licking and sucking.

She liked the guttural sound that he made and enjoyed the way his heart felt beating wildly in his chest pressed against her lips. Knowing she needed to take things to the next level, she pulled back and lowered her hand to undo his jeans, slowly easing down the zipper. It didn't take her long to work both his jeans and his briefs down his legs and toss them aside.

”I need you to sit on the sofa so I can remove your socks,” she said, taking a look at him and enjoying the view. He was totally naked except for his socks.

He eased back on the sofa to sit down and she crouched down in front of him and slid the socks off his feet and tossed them aside. He then reached out for her, but she pushed him back against the cus.h.i.+on and, while still on her knees, leaned forward and licked his stomach, tracing wet rings around his navel with her tongue. She felt him clench his abdominal muscles as her mouth brushed against them.

She leaned back on her haunches and looked up at him. ”You didn't ask, Blade, but I'm healthy, too. I get regular checkups. Now move your hips toward me.”

He eased forward as she requested and the moment he did she dipped her head to his lap.

Mercy!

That was the only word Blade could think of when his head fell back against the sofa. What was this woman doing to him? She had taken his heart, so what else did she want? He knew at that moment Samari Di Meglio had his soul, as well.

This woman who was kneeling in front of him with his full erection in her mouth was doing things to him with her tongue that had him shuddering deep in his groin. He reached down and grabbed ahold of her head, tightened his fingers in her hair as he was devoured by what had to be the naughtiest mouth on earth.

”Samari.”

Her name was a tortured moan from his lips and he quietly conceded that he wouldn't be able to handle what she was doing to him much longer. If she was retaliating for his earlier actions, she was getting retribution many times over. And when he felt his body nearly ready to explode, he slid his hands from her hair to her shoulders and, before she realized what he was doing, quickly eased her back, tumbling her to the carpeted floor and then swiftly joining her there.

The moment he straddled her body, he parted her legs and, gripping her thighs, eased into her warm, wet womanly charm. This time he didn't intend to stop until he thrust to the hilt.

Her body was tight and clenched him mercilessly as he stared down at her and pushed forward, only pausing when she needed to draw in a deep breath. ”When was the last time you did this?” he asked. If he didn't know better he'd think she was a virgin. Her pa.s.sageway was just that tight.

She looked up at him and for a moment he didn't think she was going to answer. ”Over four years ago.”

He blinked and decided that would be a discussion they would have later. But for now, he knew he intended to make this the best she'd ever had. Make it worth waiting four years for.

She dug into his shoulders as he moved deeper, stretching her body to accommodate his size. If there was any other way than this he would try it. However, he needed to feel her clenching him. He needed to give her all the pleasure she could handle.

When he had spread her to the hilt, he again gave her time to adjust. ”You okay?” he said, wiping sweat off her brow.

She smiled up at him, ”Yes, I'm fine now. I feel you.”

He chuckled. ”Good, because now I'm going to fill fill you.” you.”

By the time he figured that she'd gotten his meaning, he had begun moving, lifting her hips to receive his thrusts, easing in and out of her as if it was natural...and one day it would be.

Over and over he made love to her, stroking inside of her, slow and deep, imbedding himself to the hilt and then almost completely pulling out before going deep back inside again. Then he leaned forward and captured her mouth, making love to it with the same rhythm and pace of his thrusts.

When he felt her body buck underneath him, felt her detonate as her feminine juices began drenching him, he threw his head back and clamped down on her thighs and thrust as deep as he could go and then he exploded.

His s.e.m.e.n shot straight to her womb. Hot, thick and potent. And he knew it had to be coating her insides, filling filling her. Once his sperm realized they were free, and no longer confined to a condom, he bet they would instinctively swim around like crazy to find an egg. her. Once his sperm realized they were free, and no longer confined to a condom, he bet they would instinctively swim around like crazy to find an egg.

Not this time, fellas, he thought. He knew that had it happened this time, it would not have bothered him in the least. This was his woman. One day he wanted her to have his babies. He loved her and he wouldn't be satisfied until she loved him back.

Before he could pull in a deep breath, more shudders racked his body, and another release shot straight to her womb when yet another o.r.g.a.s.m claimed him. And he knew at that moment that he would never, ever get enough of her.

”Why haven't you done this in four years, Sam?”

Sam refused to open her eyes, doubting she had strength to do even that. She pulled in a deep breath. That had been her sixth o.r.g.a.s.m. Back to back. Once they'd christened the floor, he had taken her to the sauna, saying he'd never made love in a sauna before and wanted to try it. They had added to the steam and by the time he had stretched her out on the bench and entered her, thrusting in and out of her like he needed to mate with her as much as he needed to breathe, she could still feel the tremors that had rammed through her body.

Afterward, they had drunk plenty of water and then together had prepared lunch. After lunch he had taken her on the kitchen table, claiming he was getting his dessert again, and then they'd made love in the shower. The remaining times had been in her bed.

She glanced over at the clock on the nightstand. It was six o'clock and time for dinner, but she didn't think she would ever be able to move again.

”Sam?”

She forced her eyes open to look at him. ”What?” she said in a near whisper.

”Why haven't you made love in four years?”

She closed her eyes. Moments later she reopened them, figuring he wouldn't let her be until she told him. ”I've been too busy setting up players. Building them up and letting them down.”

He lifted a brow. ”At the risk of your own pleasure?”

She rolled her eyes. ”What pleasure? At the risk of your ego getting inflated more than it probably already is,” she said. ”This is a sensual confession that you can take to the grave. What I've shared with you today is the first time I've done this and gotten any real pleasure out of it. I've only done it three other times and the men were selfish.”

”But I wasn't?”

She chuckled and rolled her eyes. ”You can ask me that after six times? Pleeeze.”

He grinned as he s.h.i.+fted his body to lean over her. ”Did I hear you say please please? That's the magic word. I think you should get ready for number seven.”

And before she could tell him he was crazy if he thought that, he lowered his mouth and proved that he wasn't.

Chapter 20.

”If I wasn't seeing it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it. Blade actually brought a woman to the party,” several voices whispered.

A number of heads turned to stare at the couple who had just walked in.

”Who is she?”