Page 55 of Just One Kiss

“My God, you taste like the heaven I imagined.”

She smiled and grabbed his head, pushing his head down and into her more.

He smiled. “I need and want to taste more of you.”

She suddenly relaxed on the bed, and invited him into her once more as he quickly spread her open to look. “Sometimes I wonder why God made women so beautiful; you distract a man to madness. I’ll imagine you just like this forever.”

Then taking in the hard nub between his teeth and gently flicking it with his tongue he heard her moan. She moved against him, and she spread her legs wide so he could lap her.

She tingled with goose bumps. “Oh, I don’t have words for this…” She sighed.

He smiled into her nest, and his nose, tongue and teeth explored her there. Before long, she climaxed and he sat there lapping the liquid warmth of her. Sniffing her sex.

Just because she climaxed didn’t mean he was through though. He continued to lap her, kissing, nipping, nosing. Building another fire that made her squirm again. Heat radiated, and the aroma of sex permeated the air. She was more tender now, more alert to his every move and hotter than a blaze.

When his tongue shot out to delve into her dark curls again, she began to move against him erotically; wanting to entice him inside her. “Oh my, I never expected it to be so good. My mama, she said you were just supposed to lie down and endure it. She never told me I’d enjoy it so much,” she cried out.

His one arm held her butt tight against him so his mouth could explore her.

She squirmed and moved her legs so they circled his head, pulling him closer to her, offering herself to him as he licked and laved and kissed every inch of her. She climaxed again, shivering against him.

“Oh baby, is this what making love is?” she asked, curling into him when he came up to touch his lips to hers and she tasted herself there.

“It’s the beginning, yes. Hattie. Honey…I know you’re a virgin and the next part will hurt a little, but it’s all a part of it, and I have to make love with you. We’ve gone too far to stop now,” he breathed as his hand went down against her, rubbing her gently as she began moving her hips. “Do you like what I’m doing, my love?”

“Yes…don’t stop…I feel so…good…so desirable in your arms.”

“You are desirable, Hattie. You always have been. I wanted you to climax a time or two before I take you. That will ease the pain and the hotter you are, the better.”

“Don’t strike a match.” She sighed.

“You are so lovely. I’ve never seen a woman I wanted more. You have beautiful curving hips, and a small waist and breasts that a man dreams about sleeping against. From your full luscious breasts, to the round curve of your hips, you’re exactly what a wom

an should be. You’ve got a powerful body, lady. I want to please you in every way.” He smiled as he kissed her and continued to touch her. “Don’t you know I’ve wanted you since the first time I kissed you?”

“Oh, Lee…”

She spread her legs wide and offered herself up as his love slave. This is one way she wouldn’t mind being a slave: a love slave.

His lips dipped to touch her nipples once more, as her body responded to his every touch.

“You’re nice and wet now. Hattie, look at me…” He pulled her so he could stare into her eyes.

She was lost to a world she’d never experienced. “Yes, my love?”

“I want to make you mine, now…I want to make love with you.”

“Yes…yes, please,” she moaned softly, reaching to kiss his nipple while he leaned over her. He jerked, and she felt his manhood on her belly, hard and ready.

He moved himself over her and guided himself between her legs, his shaft meeting her heat and wetness with a warm welcome. With great care, he parted her dark lipped nest, and eased himself toward her. She was on fire for him as he kept kissing her nipples and looking into her eyes.

“Take me…oh yes…take me,” she cried, moving her hips toward him as he slid inside. He moved slowly, even though she was ready; he knew she would soon feel pain and he braced her for it, by continuing to love her. His lips were never still; his touches were tender.

He was big and when he moved against her sheath, he stopped for a moment. “Hattie…I’ve got to make you mine,” he cried. “Forgive me…for loving you so.”

Then he moved further inside, breaking the barrier as gently as he could, he worked himself into her tightness. His lips sought hers now.

She shook her head. “No baby, I want all of you inside me. Fill me…please fill me with your seeds. I so want your babies.”

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