Page 47 of Shielding Maya

"So, you always pulled out?"

"Yes. Baby, there isn't a child up here that looks like me. And, in case you haven't noticed, there aren't a ton of women who are available either."

She nodded and swallowed. "But you didn't pull out this morning."

His voice lowered. "No."

Her head cocked to the side as she stared into his eyes. "Jasiah." She swallowed.

He leaned in and kissed her lips once more. She tilted her head to fit their lips together and her tongue slid into his mouth. His hand held the back of her head so their lips stayed together. He softened his kiss to mold his lips to hers sweetly. His mind whirled by their words and she was right, he didn't pull out. It had been drilled into him from the time he was ten years old that he never, ever, let himself go in a woman until he was ready to make a child. And, yet this morning, that thought did not even so much as knock on his brain. Not once. Not even throughout the day had he thought of it.

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Jasiah took his time with her and that was something she'd never experienced. It wasn't a hop in the sack and let's get it over with kind of thing. He had slowed his pace as soon as they entered his home. This afternoon they'd whipped themselves into a frenzy, now it was time to explore and enjoy. She was all for that.

Their lips danced and molded together perfectly. The honey he'd spread on her bottom lip helped that somewhat. His kisses were sweet, his hands tender. More than she'd have thought he could ever be. He was a mountain man. Rugged and brawny. This tender side was a revelation and she liked that she was experiencing another layer of Jasiah.

He pulled away from her and began unbuttoning his shirt. Her eyes locked on his fingers as he undid each button. He swallowed once and she watched his Adam's apple bob. He pulled his arms free of his shirt, and laid it on the rug farthest from the fireplace.

Deliberately he picked up the plate between them and set it on the table, before moving their cups of cider to the fireplace hearth.

When he turned to her, his eyes danced, the fine lines at the corners crinkled slightly as his smile grew.

He reached an arm out and slid her to him, then gently pushed her back to the rug, his hand protectively behind her head. Hovering over her, he slowly lowered himself so he was half on top, and half to the side, but his eyes never left hers. Goose bumps skittered across her body, the hair on her arms rose. It wasn't from the cold, she'd never been so warm.

He swallowed again and she reached up and traced her forefinger along his Adam's apple, then down the middle of his chest, until their bodies pressed together halted her progress. His left hand snuck under her t-shirt and smoothed across her abdomen. The roughness of his hand sent a riot of shivers in its wake. His finger wiggled under her bra and his hand molded over her right breast and squeezed gently. His thumb swiped over her nipple and the electricity that zipped through her and landed between her legs nearly took her breath away. She squirmed under his touch, but her eyes never left his.

Her hands shimmied down her body and unfastened her slacks. She still had her boots on, and started to lift herself to untie them. He gently pushed on her chest.

"I'll do it," he husked.

He kissed her lips gently then sat up and reached for her feet. Taking her left foot in his hands, he lifted her leg slightly, untied her boot and slid it from her foot. Her sock followed. He slowly repeated his motions on her right foot.

He sat up on his knees, placed his hands on either side of her hips, and tugged her slacks down her hips, legs, and pulled them from her body, laying them at her feet.

She shimmied out of her long-sleeved t-shirt and set it alongside.

He whispered, "Helen."

Her cheeks heated but goosebumps formed on her arms. Opposite emotions at the same time. It was a head rush.

His work-roughened hands smoothed up her body, stopping at her panties. He leaned down and kissed her naval, then lower, he kissed across the elastic where her panties covered her body. He tucked his thumbs into her panties from the bottom, then curved his fingers and tugged them down her legs.

"So beautiful," he breathed.

His lips kissed her clit, softly, gently. He peppered kisses all around, driving her insane with want. Finally his tongue slid up her center and sucked in her clit. Breath escaped her lungs; her legs parted; her hands dove into his hair. His thick, soft, beautiful hair.

His tongue drove her wild, circling, licking, nipping. Using one hand he unzipped his pants, pushed them over his hips, never leaving her body with his mouth.

It took some time. She grinned a few times, because she certainly would have helped him divest of his clothing. But, he was determined to do this his way.

Finally, he moved his kisses higher, across her belly, under her breasts, over her nipples, sucking each one in separately, his opposite hand massaged the other in time.

Once he'd given equal attention to both breasts, his lips sought hers once more. His body settled between her legs, his erection laying on her near her entrance, his arms held her on either side.

She spread her legs open further and he lifted slightly, positioned himself at her entrance and slowly slid himself inside. Her eyes closed as she mentally imprinted this feeling on her brain. She'd relive this feeling over and over again in her lifetime. It was magnificent.

He groaned as he pulled out and slowly entered her again. Her eyes opened to see his deep, rich brown eyes staring at her. He laid on his elbows, his hands sought each of hers and held them slightly above her head as he entered her again and again.

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