When he stepped from the tub, mostly because he had to have her again, his fist circled his pulsing cock, stroking with intent. Even though they’d made love hard and fast, it wasn’t enough for him. He felt as if he might explode any moment. “Baby, you’re going to have to help me out.”
“You’re very impatient,” she observed, one eyebrow shooting up.
“Kneel up in the bathtub,” Sam said, one hand anchoring in her hair, tilting her head back just a bit. “I need to feel your mouth around me. Just for a moment and then I swear, I’ll be all about finishing cleansing the spirit.”
That was a blatant lie. His mind wasn’t going to be cleansed. Erotic pictures continued to dance in his head. He couldn’t help it. Her body was there for the taking. His. Displayed only for him with her exotic tattoos and beautiful, delicate curves. There was no way to get rid of those pictures in his head, or the monster of a hard-on her ministrations had put there.
Azami slowly complied with his request, her movements flowing and graceful. He urged her head forward. Her hands were warm from the water, slowly surrounding the girth of his cock, and he sighed with relief. Her soft little hands felt a hell of a lot better than his had. She didn’t have to do too much to put him in paradise. He watched her every movement. He’d never felt so much of a man as in that moment.
“I closed my eyes for five minutes out there in that jungle and all I could think about was this. How your mouth felt on me, the way you loved me. Show me right now.” He nudged at her sinful lips with the head of his cock.
Azami smiled at his impatience, at his obvious hunger. He knew she deliberately waited a heartbeat, letting time stretch out before she slowly opened her mouth and licked at the pearly drops waiting just for her. His body jerked involuntarily. He anchored both fists in her hair, holding her to him.
Azami laughed softly, echoing the blissful sound he had made earlier. Simultaneously she drew hard flesh into the heat of her mouth so that the sound vibrated through his burning cock and traveled through his body, rocking him. He threw back his head and howled, making her laugh again.
He’d never learned to play like this. Never. He had never even considered it. Azami gave him such joy. She made life at home fun. He realized that element had been sadly lacking. He came home to an empty, dark house and sat in a chair reading his books or researching on the computer. There had never been the sound of laughter, or a woman who made him feel loved.
Azami loved him with that soft, sinful mouth of hers, taking him deep, her tongue teasing and dancing while her hands caressed and squeezed and cajoled. For a moment he closed his eyes savoring the feeling of the combination of love and lust rising. When she suckled him hard and then suddenly eased the pressure only to dance her tongue over the spot beneath the flared head, his hips picked up a rhythm he couldn’t quite stop.
“Enough,” he hissed, before it was too late. “I’ve got plans.”
She pouted a little, looking up at him as she reluctantly released him. “I had plans as well.”
“Later,” he promised. “But right now…” He bent to lift her out of the tub. “You’re all mine, woman.” He wrapped a towel around her, giving her a quick, cursory dry before he picked her up again and brought her into their bedroom. He liked the sound of that-their bedroom. Already it smelled like heaven with whatever scent was in the lit candles.
He gave her a little toss so that she landed on the bed, legs sprawled out. Before she could move, he was on her, following her down, pinning her beneath him. His mouth closed over her breast, suckling strongly. His tongue flicked and caressed her nipple over and over while he tugged and rolled her other nipple until her voice came out in a gasping purr and she arched her back, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth.
He kissed his way along those filmy threads, following the web down to her belly, his hands caressing her thighs before pushing them apart. He locked down on her hips, holding her in place so he could indulge his whims. He bent his head for a long, leisurely taste. Her breath hissed out and she jumped, her hips trying to buck. He tightened his hold and took his time, licking, savoring the sweet honey spilling out of her for him.
“Coming home to you is heaven, woman. Look at you, so beautiful. And damn, you taste so good I could snack several times a day and never get enough.”
Her fingers fisted in his hair, the muscles in her stomach bunching. Her breath came in a series of gasping pants. “I was going to feed you properly, Sammy,” she confided.
“You are feeding me properly.” He held her open as he bent his head to drink. His tongue drew out more honey, circled her clit while she wailed and tried to buck against the hands holding her tightly.
Azami thought she might not survive as his mouth ravaged her. There was no other word for it. She couldn’t catch her breath or stay still, not even when he smacked her bottom, the wave of heat causing her to spill more hot cream. He murmured his appreciation, making hot, sexy noises as he lapped at her.
His mouth was pure flame, catching her clit on fire as he teased and stroked and suckled. She clawed at his shoulders, trying to stay still but unable to comply with his silent command. He was watching her, his eyes hot and dark and heavy-lidded with lust as he drove her toward her orgasm.
“That’s it, baby, that’s what I want. Fly for me.” He pushed his finger deep, his thumb teasing her clit as the rush overtook her. He quickly replaced his finger with his mouth, tongue driving deep, increasing the strength of her orgasm until she writhed and keened his name over and over.
Grinning, he lifted his head and looked down at his woman. She was so beautiful with her hair coming out of that knot, spilling everywhere, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and the marks of his mouth, small strawberry brands, all over her body. He caught her easily in his hands when she started to move, flipping her over fast and hard, taking her breath. His handprint was on her buttocks, and he bent his head and nipped with his teeth right in the center of it before rubbing the sting away.
He dragged her hips up and back, forcing her toward the edge of the bed. Her buttocks were beautiful, round and firm and so enticing. He kneaded her pretty pink cheeks before wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her, while he pushed three fingers into her slick, damp heat. She cried out, panting, pushing back into his hand, wiggling her hips to entice and tempt him.
Sam licked his fingers greedily and then placed the head of his cock at that hot, slick opening. Azami tried to impale herself, pushing back with a small lunge, but he held her, laughing softly.
“Do you want me, baby? How much?”
He loved that she couldn’t stop moving, desperate to get to him, uncaring that she was shamelessly showing him how much she wanted him. He wanted her every bit as much. Her need was an aphrodisiac, taking his lust and pleasure to a new high.
He took his time, slowly, oh, so slowly, pushing into her. He was long and thick and so damned hard, and she was exquisitely tight and fiery hot. He heard the growl rumbling in his chest when her silken sheath bit down on him, wrapping him in flaming silk.
He pulled back with equal slowness, a study in control, refusing to allow her hips to follow him as he nearly drew out of her before taking that slow, hot ride back while her body gripped him tightly, contracting and moving as if that silken sheath was alive.
She gave a little moan of protest, trying desperately to force him to speed up his pace. He craved her, hunger clawing deep, ripping at his belly, his body every bit as desperate, but he took his time, enjoying the way his hungry cock disappeared into paradise while flames ate his shaft.
He rubbed her bottom once, and then smacked her bottom lightly again just to feel that flair of honeyed heat flowing around him, hot and bright. She thrashed and pleasure burst through him. He plunged hard and deep. She cried out as her muscles clenched him tightly, hips rocking back to meet the brutal thrust. His cock burned, pushing through all those hot, tight folds, stretching her, going deeper than he’d ever managed.