Page 26 of Justice for Daesha

“Yeah, I think that’s pretty much it for them.” He could hear the hesitation in her voice when she said, “I want you to know that I’m more comfortable with you than I have been with anybody in a long time.”

“Good! That’s my goal,” Amos said with a smile and started brushing her hair again.

“I feel like you accept me for who I am.”

Even though she couldn’t see him, he nodded. “I do.”

“Everything about me… Every inch of me.”

Brushing. Brushing. Keep brushing, he told himself. “Yes. Everything about you and every inch of you, warrior princess.”

“And I… I… Um, I, uh, I care for you, Amos. Is that okay?”

He dropped the brush and, with a finger under her chin, turned her head far enough that she could see him from the corner of her eye. “It’s more than okay. I care about you too, babe, and I really want to get to know you. All of you. Everything about you. You amaze me, woman. I’m like putty in your hands.” That wasn’t a lie. If she’d asked him to barbecue his own left arm and eat it, he probably would’ve gone looking for a hacksaw in her garage. Leaning around her slightly, he let his lips brush hers and was surprised when she came after them, locking herself to him. As he wrapped his arms around her, she turned sideways and put her hands on his face, her warm, soft palms pressed against his cheeks.

She broke the kiss and those green eyes searched his. He hoped she could see his feelings there, his absolute adoration of her. But her whispered words set his heart on fire. “Amos, please, make love to me? It’s been so long…”

That was the only invitation he needed. “All you have to do is say the word, beautiful.” It was true. He’d thought about how she’d feel against his palms, under him, and around him ever since the first second he’d seen her, even though he hadn’t wanted to admit it to himself. But instead of his usual swagger and braggadocio, he’d tried being himself, just plain old Amos who could be a dick sometimes but was choosing not to be.

And there they were, together. He couldn’t remember ever wanting a woman so badly, and yet he wanted to take his time too, to enjoy being with her, and to make sure she enjoyed being with him. “Come on. Up on the bed. Need some help?”

“Nah. I’ve got it.” He watched, itching to help her but letting her do it by herself, until she was resting back on the pillows at the head of the bed. Crawling up with her, Amos knelt between her legs and took her face in his hands before he kissed her. He was surprised when he felt her tongue press against his lips and he let them part, allowing her in.

That was one helluva kiss, and he held it as he lay down beside her and pulled her against him. He hoped she could feel his hardness against her leg. As soon as he pressed his length against her, there was a hitch in her breathing, and she came back at him more ferociously. His hands took on a life of their own and the right one stroked down her neck, down her chest, and across the top of her breast until it was stopped by the hard peak at its center. His thumb and forefinger caressed it through her tee and she moaned into his mouth. “Like that, huh?” he whispered against her lips.

“Oh, yeah. Feels so good.”

“That’s what I want, to make you feel good. That’s my top goal in life.”

She giggled. “Right now anyway.”

“No. Always.” Her eyes flew open and he stared into them. “Always, warrior princess.” He grasped the bottom edge of her tee and rolled it upward until her breasts were freed into the cool air of the room, and he watched with longing as both nipples puckered into hard pebbles. “Holy hell, you’re beautiful, Daesha. So fucking beautiful.”

She sat up a bit, dragged the tee off over her head, and lay back down. It took Amos a nanosecond to suck one of those delectable morsels between his lips, and he nipped it, feeling her squirm against him. His other hand pinched, twisted, and pulled at the other bud, and every time he tugged, her hips bucked upward. God, she was responsive! In a minute or so, she giggled. “Amos?”

Lifting his head from her chest, he smiled. “Yeah?”

“I’ll show you mine if you’ll show me yours.”

He let out a laugh. “You don’t have to ask me twice!” His eyes watered just a little as he watched her shimmy out of her underwear, but she kept her legs slightly crossed so he couldn’t see. That was his cue, so he stood beside the bed and slipped off his lounging pants.

Her irises pinned as she took in the sight of him standing there, his erect cock bobbing with its own pulse. “Oh my god. You’re… fine. Mmm-mmm-mmmmm. Yes.” He was about to wrap his hands around it and stroke a little when her fingers closed around it, and she took a stroke down and back up. There was no way to hold back the groan that bubbled up from his chest. “Like that?”

“Oh, yeah. What’s not to like? But you told me you’d show me yours, and you haven’t,” he pointed out.

“You wanna see mine?” she asked, her voice childlike and coy.

“Yes. I do. I wanna see it up close and personal, babe. Show me.” He waited, her hand still wrapped around his manhood, as she lay back slightly and opened her legs.

THAT’S what Nirvana looks like, Amos thought as he took in her pinkness under the tiny, neat strip of hair on her pubic mound. The heady aroma of her arousal filled the air around them, and he glanced down to see a pearly bead of pre-cum already seeping from his slit. Looking up at him from under her brows, she batted her eyelashes and pressed one finger to her mouth, her teeth locked on her nail. “Whaddya wanna do with it?” Her voice was hoarse and deep, and he wanted to taste her, to lap at her and make her squirm.

Prying her fingers from his cock, he held her hand. “I have a really simple theory. I please you. And if I do that, and I do it right, I’ll be pleased.”

She grinned. “Wouldn’t you like for me to suck it?”

“Oh, you’ll get to suck it. Once it’s soft from my first climax, you can suck it to get it hard again. But right now, you’re first.” Dropping her hand, he climbed onto the bed, spread her legs apart, and lay down, his face right there at her pussy.

God, she tasted good! Amos couldn’t get enough. Better yet, her clitoris was larger than any he’d ever seen, and sucking it in between his lips, then torturing it, was easy and fun. He circled it with his tongue, then licked at it, followed by sucking it, and then went back to circling. The feel of her fingers winding in his hair and pulling sent shivers of excitement down his spine, almost like little sparks of electricity. As he teased her, he flexed his hips and rubbed his hardness against the sheets. That was agony, because it was hard and getting harder, but it was the only relief he could get. His fingers dug into the insides of her thighs and she moaned. “Oh, god, Amos, it feels so… I don’t want to come yet. No, no. Don’t make me come yet, please? Please don’t! It feels so amazing that I… Oh, please, not yet, please? Oh, yeah. That’s so… Amos, please… Oh, god, I can’t hold back. I’m gonna, I’m, god, yeah, I, YEAH!” She turned loose, her hips thrusting, and Amos hung on, tugging and teasing her tiny hot button, holding her down with his hands on her thighs, not letting her get away and not letting up. “Amos! Oh, shit, please! I can’t… No! Oh, god, please, I, no, I can’t… OH MY GOD!” The second orgasm was stronger than the first, and when he slipped two fingers into her channel and stroked, he was rewarded with plenty of wetness. Continuing to tease her, he kept going until she was almost incoherent before he stopped.

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