Loving Her

by Tracy Reed

  He lifted my chin and teased my lips with gentle pecks. He pulled me to his chest, covered my mouth with his, and slid his warm tongue inside my mouth, kissing me hard. This kiss was different. It wasn’t like our kisses in the past. It wasn’t even like our kiss after the ceremony. I felt this kiss deep in my core. I wrapped my hands around his neck, forgetting about my dress. His hands slid lower caressing my behind. My body’s response shocked me. I broke the kiss, grabbed the top of my dress and stepped back. I looked into those dark mesmerizing eyes, and swallowed hard. “Thank you…I can handle it from here.” My feet felt like lead, but I needed to leave. Otherwise, we’d be celebrating our marriage in the doorway on top of our wedding clothes.

  “Are you sure?” He gently stroked my arm, and I almost gave in to his unspoken suggestion.

  “Yes.” I grabbed the hem of my dress, turned and walked back across the hall.

  I rushed inside, closed the door and leaned against the door, breathing hard. I stood with my eyes closed, taking deep breaths. After several minutes, I stepped out of my gown, hung it up and went into the bathroom.

  I grabbed a quick shower, changed into my fancy lingerie, combed my hair, touched up my makeup, and put on some parfum. I looked in the mirror taking note of myself. I walked across the hall, knocked on the guest room door, and went back to our room.

  “God, I’m nervous. Please calm my spirit so I can enjoy this experience and please my husband, Amen.”

  I heard a knock on the door. “May I come in?” asked the deep voice from the other side of the door.

  “Yes.” I took a deep breath and looked at the beautiful man walking towards me in the white silk robe slightly open revealing that chest that almost made me jump him across the hall. My heart began to race. I swallowed hard, wondering how God thought I deserved this man…a man who loved Him, who was compassionate, kind, loved me and had a body like a Spartan soldier. I exhaled and felt a wicked smiled rise on my lips. He stepped closer and kissed me deep and hard.

  He pulled back and I was presented with a smile. “Champagne?”

  “Yes, thank you.” He handed me a glass and I took a long sip.

  He stroked the side of my face and kissed me on the neck. His lips were still hot, and the heat made me a little limp. He moved his mouth up to my ear, took my glass, placed it on the table, and asked, “Tell me what you like?”

  Tell him what I like. I don’t know what I like. I had been married for three and a half weeks, but the sex wasn’t as fulfilling as I had dreamed. I don’t think my first husband ever found my joy spot. I braced myself to answer my husband’s question.

  “I don’t know what I like.”

  He stepped back and there was a look of confusion on his face followed by a long silence. “How can that be…you’re not a virgin.”

  Great. Now I had turned a beautiful, romantic night into a pity party. “My first…he didn’t…I mean he wasn’t…I uhm…”

  He pulled me close, covered my mouth with his hot, full lips and led us into a deep passionate kiss. I pressed my body deeper into his, and felt every muscle of his chest pressing against my breasts. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as his hands slid down my behind, stroking the flames of passion. He slowly pulled his lips back and replied, “We’ll discover what you like together.”

  Chapter Eight

  Moses

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  I STEPPED TO HER, WITH desire and fire fighting to take over. I couldn’t rush. I needed to take it slow…be gentle. The discovery of passion lies in the journey.

  Looking at this beautiful gift from God, I wasn’t sure where to begin. My initial instincts didn’t apply after hearing her confession. I remembered the Song of Songs…she is everything I desire and crave.

  I pulled her close, kissed her neck and she let out a soft moan. I moved my mouth up, nuzzled her ear, and she hummed. I teased her lips with slight kisses before sliding my tongue inside her mouth, kissing her hard. My mind wanted to take it slow, but my body was ready. I would have taken her when she asked me to help her with her dress, but I didn’t want to be selfish or rush her.

  The harder we kissed the more her body reacted. She may not have known how to say what she liked, but her body knew how to tell me what she liked.

  My hands slid further down to caress her full round behind. I pulled her closer, and she let out another deep moan. She wrapped her hands around my neck, pulled me closer, and kissed me harder and deeper. My hands and mouth were eager to make love to her. I eased my hand along her side, and brushed her breast. The heat of her body pierced through the lace of her robe and it excited me even more. When I cupped her breast, she grabbed my hand, and stepped out of my hold. She stood with her arms folded in front of her, not looking at me.

  “Did I do something wrong?”

  She shook her head. “No.” I looked down and adjusted the belt on my robe.

  I didn’t understand, I thought we were enjoying each other. I stepped closer and gently placed my hands on her shoulders, and she shrugged me off. Confused, I repeated my question to the back of her head. “Did I do something wrong?”

  “No…I uhm…maybe…I need a little more time.”

  “Baby, look at me.” She slowly turned to face me and staring back at me were those incredible dark eyes that put me under her spell. I could look deep into those eyes and never see everything she saw about us. I brushed the side of her face and she leaned into my palm. “What’s the problem? Did you not like the way I touched you?”

  I knew she wasn’t frigid, not the way she kisses me. She lowered her arms and I saw what she was hiding. My body immediately responded at the sight before me. Her nipples were hard and had punched through the delicate white lace of her robe.

  I opened her robe and pushed it off her shoulders and it landed in a puddle around her feet. She’s beautiful. Rich deep caramel colored skin, covering a voluptuous body designed to excite me. My mouth began to water at the thought of tasting each of the delicate, dark nubs. I kissed her neck as I gently brushed her nipple with the tip of my thumb and her breath caught. I repeated the move on her other breast and she grabbed my hand.

  “Baby…” She closed her eyes. “Please…don’t…”

  I was confused. Her mouth was saying no, but her body was screaming yes. I pulled her to me and her body began to tremble. Another definite sign her words and actions weren’t in sync.

  “I understand if you’re not ready to make love.”

  “I…can…you…”

  I felt like a rocket about to lift off that had suddenly been grounded. I let go of my grasp around her and started to walk away…but was stopped when she grabbed my hand. I looked at her and those hypnotic dark eyes and sexy pout were staring at me. “What?”

  “Would you touch me like that again?”

  She caught me off guard. Seems she discovered something she liked. “Like what? I want you to tell me what you want.”

  “I like it when you kiss me and,” she took my thumb and brushed it along her nipple. The sexy hum was music to my ears. I kissed her and moved my mouth across her cheek to her ear.

  “Tell me what you want.”

  She grabbed my face and looked at me. “I want you to make love to me.” She smiled.

  I picked her up, placed her on the bed, took my robe off and joined her. I teased her lips with the tip of my tongue, before covering her mouth with a gentle kiss. Her reaction wasn’t what I expected. She became aggressive. I was trying to take things slow, but she was making it difficult.

  She dragged her hand along my back, and I tried to tell my body to calm down, but the feel of her delicate, hot hands along my skin made that nearly impossible. I desperately wanted to bury myself deep inside her, with her cries of pleasure as the background to our lovemaking.

  Instead, I removed her hands and pinned them above her head. I leaned over her. “You’re beautiful and I want to make love to you for as long as you will let me.”

  I brushed my tongue along her bo
ttom lip, down her chin, along her neck, before kissing a trail down her breastbone. My mouth traveled further down the center of her body and her breathing grew more labored. I cupped one of her breasts in my hand enjoying the weight of the beautiful orb. I lifted it to my mouth, laved my tongue around the juicy dark center, and watched as she grew more agitated as my tongue taunted her hard nipple, and she arched up into my mouth.

  “Baby, please…,” she moaned. I gently pinched her other nipple and grew more excited as she came undone. “Baby, I want…,” she hummed.

  I continued making love to her breasts and suddenly her body began to shake. I grabbed one of her nipples between my teeth and a wave of pleasure rolled across her body and she crashed against the pillows.

  I wiped her temple, and she slowly opened her eyes. “You’re beautiful.”

  She took my hand, placed it on top of her swollen breast and softly uttered one word, “More.”

  Lying against the white pillows, she looked like a sensuous gift waiting to be unwrapped. I untied the ribbons at the sides of her white lace knickers, and pulled the lace back, revealing her beautiful dark curls. I eased up to her ear and whispered, “My desire is to please you.” Those simple words brought a wicked smile to her lips.

  She pulled my face down to hers, slid her tongue inside my mouth and kissed me hard. My hand glided down her body, teasing every inch of her. The heat from her body amplified the sensuous aroma of her parfum and caused a reaction I had never experienced. I didn’t want to wait. I wanted to be deep inside the valley of dark curls. My body stiffened, and I looked at those dark eyes and remembered her words, “I don’t know what I like.” I had to find that answer if we both were going to enjoy this.

  She brushed her delicate hand across my chest and I was almost done. I kissed her harder as my hand eased up the inside of her smooth thick thigh and she moaned. My fingers journeyed further up and she began to writhe and shake. I continued deeper inside her core and she started to come undone. She grabbed the sheet and her body continued to give in to the pleasure my fingers were bringing her.

  I buried my tongue deep inside her mouth, mimicking the rhythm of my fingers inside her. Her hot silky skin felt good around my fingers. She pressed her hand on top of mine, guiding me. “Ba…ba…baby…pl…please…”

  I buried my fingers deeper inside her slick, warm core, and her body began to shake and dance. It was very arousing watching her like this. This orgasm was more intense than the last one. I gently bit down on one of her nipples. She cried out and fell against the white sheets, trembling and breathing hard. I slowly removed my fingers and she gasped.

  I eased up to her ear and whispered, “I know what I want.”

  She slowly opened her eyes and through deep breaths asked, “What do you want?”

  “I want to be one with you.”

  The moment I saw her naked, I told my mind to relax while telling my body not to be selfish. I wanted her to be served first. I wanted her to be fully sated and excited to do the same for me. I lifted her legs and wrapped them around my waist. When the heat from her thighs touched my skin, my body stiffened. My excitement and need to be one with her was off the chart. Her body was writhing and pushing into mine. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I knew that was inevitable.

  I started our ride and she flinched, but I couldn’t stop. I brushed the side of her face and kissed her. I hoped the kiss would distract her from the discomfort this first time would cause. She closed her eyes and I felt her body tense. It felt like I was in a vise grip. I needed her to relax.

  “Beautiful, look at me.” She slowly opened her eyes. “Relax…let your body take over.” She bit her bottom lip and nodded.

  She cupped my face in her hands and kissed me. Her kiss started out gentle but then it turned into something fierce and demanding. She plunged her tongue deep inside my mouth as she eased her hands down my shoulders. Before I knew it, her hands were on my behind and she was pushing me deep inside her. Oh God, she felt good. I started moving again, trying to keep up with her.

  “Harder baby,” she demanded.

  She arched her body against my hips, followed by a steady rocking. The intense friction and the sound of her giving in to her pleasure, were music to my ears. I grabbed those sexy lips in between mine, kissing her harder. I felt myself coming apart. I couldn’t come yet, not before Alex.

  “Come on baby…I need you to…” I tried to slow down, be gentle and let her ease into her orgasm, but my body said otherwise. Suddenly, I felt her tighten.

  “Moses, I’m…”

  The closer she got, the more aggressive she became, digging her fingers into my skin pushing me into her. I couldn’t hold on much longer. I brushed my tongue across her hard nipple and she exploded. The sound of her enjoying her orgasm pushed me over the edge.

  The intensity of being one with her was overwhelming. I’d never experienced an orgasm so powerful. Breathing hard, I dropped my head onto her shoulder. A few moments later, I tried to move, but her legs were still wrapped around me.

  “Not yet.” She smiled and wiped the sweat on the sides of my face. She cupped my face and kissed me. “I think I know what I like.”

  “So do I.”

  Chapter Nine

  Bas

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  I CAN’T BELIEVE I’VE BEEN with one woman this long. What’s even harder to believe is that I’m considering marriage. I never really saw myself as a married man. However, when God sends the right woman, it instantly goes from being about you, to about her and your future.

  I can honestly say, before getting involved with Kendell, my life was nice, but it was lacking something. I wasn’t quite sure what it was, until I opened myself up to her.

  She’s not looking for the showy, flashy guy. She sees the real me. The guy who loves to cook, and cares about his family and friends. The guy who’s no longer afraid of commitment. Now, if I could only get her to talk about marriage.

  I’ve tried talking to her about marriage and every time I do, she quickly recites her patented response, “It’s too soon.” We’ve been together almost two years. When will it not be too soon?

  While Moses was picking out wedding bands for himself and Alex, I saw the perfect engagement ring, an oval diamond set on a platinum pave band. It was simple, but it looked like Kendell. I asked Henry to hold it for me.

  Maybe it’s being around all these happy couples, but it would be a great way to cap off this impromptu trip. What a story that would be for our kids, “Mom and Dad went to Aunt Alex’s surprise wedding and came back engaged.” Could I sound any more like a woman?

  I looked up and saw Miss Connie smiling at me. “What’s going on?”

  “I was just wondering if you needed me and Emma to help you with anything.”

  “What are you talking about?” I smiled.

  “I recognize that look.”

  “What look?”

  “It’s the same one Moses had when I asked him if he was in love with Alex.”

  I stood up and walked over to the counter and poured another cup of coffee. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I took a long sip and refused to look at her. I heard her walk over and stop next to me.

  “Sebastian, look at me.” Miss Connie is like a mother to me, so when she gives me an order, I do it. I turned and met her gaze. She cupped my face in her hands. “You love her?” I nodded. “Then ask her.”

  “I’ve tried to, but…”

  “Try again.”

  “You think I should?”

  “I’m going to ask you the same thing I asked Moses. Do you love her or are you in love with her?”

  “I love her and I believe we can be happy together.”

  “That’s not what I asked. If you aren’t in love with her, then don’t do it.”

  I looked at her with a half smile sitting on my face. “Do what?”

  “Henry told Emma and me that you put a ring on hold.”

  “Yes, but that doesn’t…”
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br />   “I met Alex’s father at a wedding and you see how that turned out.” We laughed.

  “Miss Connie…”

  “I may not have given birth to you, but you’re my son. I want you to be happy, but I also don’t think you should rush into something. A lot of people rush into marriage because they feel it’s the next step. Or, they get caught up in the moment at another wedding.”

  “I don’t think I’m rushing. I’ve never felt like this about a woman.”

  “So you think it’s love?”

  I hesitated. “Yes.” She nodded. “What does that look mean?”

  “It means I think you and Kendell need to talk.”

  “I’ve tried, but she keeps saying it’s too soon.”

  “Then maybe she’s not ready.”

  “It’s not like I’m suggesting we get married tomorrow. I just want to know…”

  “She’s my niece and I love her, but she’s had some challenges when it comes to men.”

  “I told her I wasn’t like the other men. I’m not trying to…”

  “I haven’t seen her this happy in quite a while, and I like how this relationship has affected you.”

  “I haven’t changed, that much.” My joke was pathetic and transparent.

  “I didn’t say you changed. I think she’s allowed the real you to shine.”

  “And that’s a good thing…right?”

  “It can be, at the right time…with the right person.”

  “So you think marriage is too soon?”

  “I didn’t say that, but I do think she’s scared.”

  “Of me?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why?”

  “Because you did what the other men didn’t.”

  “Which was?”

  “You fell in love with her.”

  “I don’t understand.”