A test of Love, Navaura Campbell [best book series to read .txt] 📗

she heard her own voice call out his name.

Jordan turned his head to the sound her voice. She'd stopped a little bit behind him, her body a little anxious, shuffling feet, her bottom lip pulled into her mouth. When he went back to her, he stood there. She whispered, "I can't believe I'm going to do this."
Without a word, he reached around her hips and pulled her to him.
Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine:

Laying her down on his bed, he ran his hands through her hair, kissing her forehead. Denise swallowed, waiting for his lips to reach hers. When they did, she let out a moan. He ran his hands down her hips, to her legs. She moved them up, giving him better access to her bottom. When his hands applied pressure there, she moaned again, whispering to him that it felt nice. He ran his fingers up to the top of her pants and undid the buttons. She felt a moisture build between her legs. When his hands ran over the trimmed curls, she let out a gasp, trapping his hands in between her legs. He kissed her harder, letting her know that this turned him on, just as it always had.

He felt himself get harder. She pushed her tongue into his mouth. His responded to the tugging of hers. She whispered his name again. He pulled his mouth from hers and grabbed her pants with both hands. Tugging them down, he discarded them along with her underwear to the floor. He kissed her chin and then her neck. In a whisper, his tone raspy, he stated, "De-De, you taste sweet." He paused to remove his pants as well. Once they were off, he pulled her legs up, pushing himself in between them. To feel his hardness, brought about a slippery wetness Denise hadn't even felt in high school. The ache she felt was so great, that it enticed her into pushing her hips up to his, so that he could feel her own need. He leaned down to her mouth and kissed her lips. She grasped his head. He whispered, "I have to get a condom."
She whispered, "Hurry up."

This made him smile. She smiled back. He swallowed and got up. Going to his desk, he clicked the lamp on. Denise turned to glance at him, seeing the muscles rip throughout his body. She'd never seen any man so sexy. His work out showed. He wasn't built in a way that the muscles bulged obscenely, but in a nice toned way, just like a pro basketball player. "Take off your shirt Jordan."
Jordan turned to look at her, "Still telling me what to do, are we?"
She teased, "And you still are putting on those condoms mighty fast."
He sighed, "Sure."
"I can't believe you can fit the same ones, she whispered.
"I had to go to the drug store and pick up new ones."
This caused a brow to raise, "So you've been taking Viagra?"

Jordan grabbed his shirt and pulled it over his head. Denise's eyes got bigger as she took in the muscles along his chest. And stomach. How much did he work out? As if hearing her question, he answered, "Three times a week, De-De." She couldn't take her eyes off his chest. He smirked at this. Leaning over her, he whispered, "You next." She raised her arms as he grabbed the hem of her blouse and pulled up the shirt. Taking in her breast, he was drawn speechless. She was not wearing a bra, her chest more beautiful than the last time he remembered. His hands ran in between them, his eyes on hers, passionate. She licked her lips, becoming antsy. He leaned down and ran his tongue over her nipple, the skin was extremely tender. Grasping a hold of it, he pushed it into his mouth, pulling her breast in too. She moaned, as he suckled gently, tasting the mixture of lilacs and her scent. He pulled it out, loving the feel as it grazed his teeth. Suckling, he moaned softly, loving it.

When he opened his mouth and ran his tongue around the Aeriela. When she pushed her hips up to his again and grasped his head, he smiled, feeling his own excitement. There was something about the way her voices sounded that really made him want her. He switched and went to the right breast. She gasped when his tongue flickered over the Aeriela again and again. He grabbed the breast in his mouth and suckled applying some pressure. She whispered, "Oh, Jordan." He continued this for a few minutes and then trailed kissed down her breast bone, to her stomach and then to her navel. When he got to the bush of hair, he felt himself harden even more than his throbbing member already was. Unable to resist, he trailed kisses around there and then worked his way to her vaginal lips. When he did, he pushed them back and ran his tongue in speedy motions over it.

She gasped. Grabbing her thighs, he bit down into them, applying pressure. She gasped really loud. He released the skin slowly, suckling hard. He couldn't explain the hunger he felt. He wanted her so bad. His eyes went to her sex and he licked his lips. The throbbing was even more intense. Taking his hand, he ran it over her, feeling the wet juices flow over her. "God." He whispered, pulling himself over her.

Taking the tip of his penis, he guided it into her. Although the entry was easy, she was significantly tight as he made his way inside. Glancing down at her, he looked her in the eyes as he pushed in, loving the tenderness and warmth of her woman hood. She gasped, not wanting to cry out at the tightness that wrapped around him. His length was thicker and longer than she remembered. When he began moving though, instinctively, she grabbed a hold of his neck and pulled him down to her. His weight bearing down on her, she closed her eyes, her breathing becoming fast. He pushed her legs up some more, loving the way she felt, the way her juices flowed out with him. He moaned along with her, getting wrapped up in her sweet sound. He continued like this for a while, and then felt her began to stiffen up with him. He felt the shift in her body and groaned, trying to hold his own climaxed. Pushing into her a few more times, he was met with a tingling sensation that picked up. He whispered, "De-De." She whispered, "Hold it, baby."

He pushed another time, "I'm trying." When he felt her walls constrict, he pushed in deeply one more time, feeling the tingles become uncontrollable before finally exploding. He felt her own climax cover him. He loved the feel of her liquids pouring down him. When it finally stopped, she was shaking. He kissed her mouth and whispered, "Thank-you."
She ran her fingers through the wet hair that had grown into bangs on his forehead and looked into beautiful green eyes. Tears shimmering in hers, she whispered, "Thank-you."

Hours later, sometime in the night, when Jordan had discarded three condoms and they were beyond exhausted and Denise lay with her feet wrapped around his as he had his own wrapped around hers, he whispered, "Good night." Denise had her arms circled around his waist, while his was on her shoulders, she tucked her face as close to his chest as she could with out suffocating. she whispered, "Goodnight."

Birds chirped in through the open window, while a gentle breeze whipped through the curtains. Jordan sat there with Denise in his arms, staring down at her as she slept. He smiled and thought she looked just as she had in high-school. The way her body seemed to curl around his, like a feline. He'd swept some of her hair off her fore head, just so he could get a look at her closed lids and relaxed mouth as she slept peacefully. He couldn't understand how she didn't snore. How her body seemed to move together in a oneness whenever she slept.

His eyes went down to her chest as he watched it suck in a deep breath and then exhale. Her breast rose and fell with each movement. Reaching out, he slid his thumb and forefinger over her and captured the small bud in his fingers. When he did, he allowed the gentle movement of her chest to slip it through his fingers. Immediately the bud puckered. Sighing, Jordan circled his thumb around it until it tightened in his finger. He'd never seen anything so beautiful in all his life. Leaving her chest alone, he ran his fingers down her ribcage, feeling intricate bone structure. Over to the area that protected her esophagus, and then further down, feeling tender skin that seemed to mold to his with just one touch. He continued on further downward, feeling his heart beat accelerate.

He'd never told her this, but after they'd had Nicholas, he wanted more children from her. It was then he thought things could work out between them. He'd thought perhaps God was going to show them a little mercy. He'd also known that he'd wanted to be with her for the rest of his life. He'd loved her so much back then. He'd been so angry when she'd left, because that would've meant that they couldn't, wouldn't be together and at the time, that was something he couldn't handle.

He'd known he'd get through the death of his mother and the death of Nicholas with her on his side. He'd just needed a way to dim the pain. He wanted it to go away right then. He didn't want to spend years in counseling, years telling some people he'd never met about what he felt when his baby and his mother died. He wanted to do things his own way. His fingertips pressed lower over her abdomen, stopping at her belly button. He remembered that the first time he'd felt Nicholas kick, it had been here. His little foot jumped out against the skin. That had caused Jordan to laugh. God, how beautiful that felt. He'd wanted to take Denise up in his arms and kiss her and hold her and show her how much he really did love her. But...that wasn't what happened. He laughed a little and for some reason, distanced himself from her even more than he'd already been at the time.

Clearing his throat, he felt a tear come down his cheek. She deserved more than that. Than what he'd offered her. Glancing up at her, he felt his heart melt with compassion, sorrow, and love for her. He still loved her. He still wanted her. Although he had no right, he felt as if she was his. Reaching out to her hand, and grasping her fingers in his hands, he placed delicate kisses on each one, running his thumb over her ring finger.

She should have a ring on that finger. His mother's ring. Swallowing softly, he whispered, "You deserve better."
"Hello to you too." Her tone came out raspy, her New York accent had long since been given a softer current while living in Hampton. The interesting part was, he'd never heard