Loves Redemption, Kimberly Terry [beach read .TXT] 📗

his tone and dropped the breast he’d been feasting on and

offered him the other. He gave one last heated lick before he accepted the second globe from her hands.

As he worked on the next breast, he moved one of his hands from her hips to work its

way between them, to finger her clitoris, as his other hand maintained its steadying position on her hip, forcing her to accept the restricting slow grind.

The light feathery touch of his fingers against her clit, and the strong pull of his mouth on her breasts, had her disobeying his edict to look at him and she closed her eyes.

He was so deep he thought he felt her womb, and knew he couldn’t hold back, he was

dangerously close to orgasm from watching her, not to mention the feeling of her tight hot sheath gripping him like a glove. “Are you ready, baby?” he asked in a tight, breathless whisper.

He had to ask her again, and finally, in a croaking whisper, she answered him. “Yes. I’m

ready. Please, Mark, I’m ready,” she pleaded.

“You beg so pretty, I think I’ll let you come.” Finding satisfaction at her desperate

heartfelt answer, he opened his mouth on the hardened peak of her nipple and closed, biting down as he did so, and then he watched the contractions shudder through her small frame.

Wanting to increase the intensity of her climax and join her in her release, he gathered

her slight body closer and ground his dick as deep as he could into her. He held on tightly to her hips as he stroked her. While his body was pounding into hers, his mouth held on to her breast suckling hungrily, his mouth a frenzy of need and wild desire.

She cried out as the orgasm hit. As it gained power in its intensity, her pussy frantically clamped down and he felt her body grip and clench him. She milked him until he reared his head back and allowed his seed to burst free and erupt over and over, gushing hotly into her, as he yelled her name out hoarsely.

* * * *

Maya clung desperately to his shoulders as the scorching river of semen splashed deeply

across her womb, her orgasm so strong and prolonged that she felt weak, her pulse racing out of control and her head dizzy with the effects of the violent release.

When it was over, he rested his forehead against hers, his arms snaking around her waist

to gather her close. Lifting a wet tendril of hair away from her forehead, he placed a gentle kiss on her sweaty brow.

She glanced up at him and shakily smiled before muttering, “I can’t move. Please don’t

ask me to.”

“I know, baby, neither can I,” he agreed, breathing heavily.

Even as he said it, she felt a twitch deep within her body, where his cock still dwelled,

and she looked at him with an incredulous stare of disbelief. With a laugh he tumbled her back on the bed.

“Sometimes ‘he’ doesn’t know when to quit,” he told her as he withdrew from her body

and turned her outward to cuddle spoon fashion.

They lay together for a while, quietly holding on to one another, their combined breathing

the only sound in the room until Mark raised a hand to caress the side of her face. “You know with you, Maya, I’ve experienced a few firsts.”

“In what way?” she asked after placing her hands over his where they lay crossed at her

midsection.

He rubbed his thumbs caressingly over hers as he answered. “Well for one you’re the first

person I’ve ever wanted to meet my family at the ripe old age of 34,” he told her laughing at himself. “And Maya what we share sexually and mentally? The connection we have is new to me as well as it is to you. It’s not something that happens often, in fact it’s never happened for me.”

He didn’t feel as though he was expressing himself well enough and so he stopped

talking. Burying his face in the back of her neck, he rubbed his face slowly back and forth along the length of it, his eyes closed as he tried to think of how to tell her how he felt.

She had recently gone on birth control and no sooner had it been safe to do, than Mark

had happily stopped using condoms. As long as he had been sexually active, he had, without fail, used a condom, even if the woman he was involved with was using protection.

His father had long ago ingrained in him as well as his brothers, the need to protect

themselves against pregnancy as well as sexually transmitted diseases.

From the first time he and Maya had made love, he resented having to use them, not

wanting anything unnatural barring him from the natural feel of her. He wanted nothing to come between them and found ultimate satisfaction when he released himself into her womb.

What he’d also found himself thinking of was what it would be like if she were not on

any contraception at all. It was a surprisingly tantalizing thought.

CHAPTER 29

“I feel the same way, Mark. I have to admit I’m glad you feel the same. It’s hard for me

to understand how that can be, but I’m glad it is.”

“In what way?” he asked, as he paused nuzzling her neck.

When he stopped his caresses, she moved her head back and forth in a not so subtle

reminder for him to continue his nuzzle. He smiled behind her, and continued.

“I suppose it’s hard for me to understand how you’ve never been close to a woman as

you say you have with me. I mean, you’ve dated a lot.” When he remained quiet, she turned her body around to face him and caught the look crossing his face.

“Maya I haven’t ‘dated’ that much.” Now it was his turn to see the incredulous look cross her face.

Amending his statement he continued, “Even if