THE
SHADOW BOX
Excerpt
“Ah,
damn, baby. Why do you have on so many clothes?” His voice slid across her,
heating her to the core, or was it from the core to the outside? Afryca Leigh
wasn’t sure. The only thing she was sure of at that precise moment was that if he
didn’t get inside her quickly she was going to die.
She
opened her mouth to answer Simon when the sound of her tee shirt ripping
snapped her mouth shut. She fanned her head from right to left, trying to make
sense of it. The pleasure this man gave her was like nothing she’d ever felt
before and probably never would again. Nonetheless, she wanted, needed more.
Simon
pressed his mouth, his glorious mouth with those full, soft lips, between her
cleavage. She attempted to suck in a steadying breath but it was no use. Her
heart slammed against her ribs. Her lungs burned. He was killing her.
“I
can’t wait to taste you.” He glanced up toward her face, winked and then
lowered his head to her already hardened nipple.
He
twirled his tongue around her nipple, sucked it into his mouth and nipped it.
Her body jack knifed off the sofa, a moan poured from her throat.
“I
gotta take this to the bed,” he said as he lifted her in one swift move, and
cradled her to his body.
Sweat
beaded his forehead and dripped down the chiseled muscles of his chest. This
wasn’t happening. She’d dreamt of this day for over a year. She’d been
invisible to Simon for as long as she’d known him. Sure they were friends, best
friends, but you didn’t screw your best friends… or did you?
“Do
you want me to stop?”
God no!
Afryca shook her head.
“Then
open your eyes and look at me.”
“I
ca-can’t.”
“Than
I’ll make you.” She felt her body press against the mattress of the bed, felt
his body slid in beside her.
Immediately
his mouth was on her. Tasting. Teasing. Pleasing. He kissed his way to her
nipples, giving each one his undivided attention until her moans fractured the
sounds of his breathing. He caught her nipple between teeth and tongue and
tugged. The throbbing of her clit rippled to the magnitude of a megaton bomb,
yet still it wasn’t enough. He licked his way to her stomach, a slow torture.
“Please
Simon. Don’t tease.”
“This
isn’t a tease, Afryca. This is a promise.” His hands pressed her knees apart
until they were almost touching the mattress. He pressed his mouth to the lower
pit of her stomach.
Please.
If he does what I’m thinking…
“You
still have on too many clothes.” His fingers of one hand slid between the lace
fabric of her panty and skin while the other hand held her hips. His mouth
kissed each inner thigh and then her heat. The panty was no obstacle. “Lift
your hips for me baby.” Her panty slid away without pause.
“Please,
Simon. I can’t stand it.”
His
tongue flicked across her already throbbing bud and her mind fractured. Prisms
of pleasure shot through her body, escalating her heartbeat to fever pitch.
“You
like that baby,” he asked as his tongued slid slowly from one end of her heat
to the other. It pressed against the opening and of her pussy and paused. He
lifted his head and inhaled. “Damn, you smell sweet. Taste even better.” His
tongue slid across her again.
“Oh,
God. Simon please,” she was reduced to begging for release. She reached out,
tried to grasp his head, still his motions.
“Um,
uh. You don’t get to demand.” He crawled up the bed, kissing every inch of skin
on the way and captured her mouth before she could moan her pleasure.
His
hands were tantalizing her, torturing her. He massaged her breast, tweaked her
nipples. One palm pressed against her mound and rubbed. The sensations were
mind boggling. Her release was seconds away. If only he’d slide his cock into
her wet heat. And she was wet. She felt her own juices soaking the insides of
her thighs. He had to see her arousal. Hear it. Smell it. Taste it.
He
slid a finger into her sheath as if he read her mind. “Afryca, baby, damn
you’re so wet.” He then slid in two fingers and slowly pumped his hand.
“Ooh
God, Simon. I’m gonna come!”
“Not
until I’m in you.” He withdrew his fingers.
Damn him.
Simon
tugged his shirt over his head, pushed his pants below his hips and kicked them
off. He quickly pressed his body between her legs. His cock hard as steel and
as thick as a rod pressed against her opening. He was huge. She wasn’t sure if
he would fit. It had been so long since a man had been between her legs. And
she has never felt such pleasure as the burning in her core as his cock
stretched delicate tissue that hadn’t felt a man’s caress in years. The toys
she owned didn’t even compare in the slightest.
“I
need you inside!” She grabbed his hips. She wanted to pull him to her as she
shoved her body up. There would be no wasting of precious moments this time.
She wanted him in one grand slam.
“I
need--”
“And
I need you on top.”
Yes!
Glorious yes! No way would she object to that. She have all of him and he her.
She nodded, a rapid motion of the head, and closed her eyes. She knew as soon
as he flipped their positions she would be impaled on him. Her peak was only
seconds away. It had been building from her toes and touching the tip of her
head. One slow glide of his shaft in her core move that would be it.
Simon
grabbed her waist, and started to roll. The air left her lungs in one swift
whoosh. It was as if she was air born. Afryca’s moans were replaced by a scream.
Her body slammed against a hard surface, pain shot through her head and the
remainder of air in her lungs was punched out.
Bam!
What the hell?
She
opened her eyes and scanned her surroundings. Memory floated back at a snail’s
pace.
Damn.
Double,
triple damn.
The
sun flitted past the partially opened curtains and brightened the room. The
spread and sheets from the bed were half on the bed and half tangled in her
legs, her feet. She brought her hand up to her face, stared at the cream
coating her fingers. She sniffed her hand and blushed with embarrassment.
Afryca shook her head and rubbed the other hand against the knot on the back of
her head. She’d hit it when she fell out of the bed. Damn.
“Ah,
hell.” She pushed the covers away, glanced at the clock sitting haphazard on
the bedside table. “Shit, shit, shit.” She jumped up, wavered and grabbed the
bed to steady herself.
Even
in her dreams, Simon Ellery made her scream, cream and come all in one night.
If only she could get him in her bed and between her legs for real.
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