by Honor James
“Oh.” Her sound of pleasure came out in a long moan and soft breath. “Raven,” she whispered softly as she adjusted herself under the blankets. “Baby, yes,” she all but cried out as he nibbled his way up her legs.
She heard a soft, dark chuckle from under the blankets and watched the movement. His breath on her naked pussy was her first warning of his next target. When he moved her legs over his shoulders, she tensed in anticipation. The first stroke of his tongue, though, nearly had her aching off the bed. If not for his arm over her hips, she likely would have bucked him right off.
She wasn’t going to last and knew it. Every stroke of his clever tongue against her body had her nearly whimpering and drooling more and more until finally she fisted the covers, arched her back, and screamed.
Smiling, Raven licked away every drop she gave and then eased up her still quivering form, his lips and tongue mapping a path over her body. Rolling to his side, he leaned up on an elbow. “That was very satisfying,” he told her softly. “I think I’ll do it again in a few minutes, after you get your breath back that is.”
Jamison laughed and pushed at his shoulder, rolling him to his back. “No, I think that my breath is back and I am determined to taste you now.” Tugging the blanket up, she gave him a slight smile. “No peeking,” she teased as she disappeared under the blanket just as he had.
Chuckling at her mirroring of his words, Raven stretched and then settled with his arms behind his head. “Well, at least you don’t have to worry about getting a knee to the nose,” he teased her. He wasn’t in the least ticklish.
Jamison worked her way down his body, her breath pausing at his cock for so long he was tense in anticipation. Then she kept moving down, the brush of her hair over his skin causing him to shiver. Light kisses and nibbles at his ankles had him smiling. He could feel her working her way up his legs until she teased the back side of his knee with her tongue and moved up once more.
Trying to hold still under her gentle tormenting, Raven just couldn’t and found himself squirming about. “You are a cruel woman, Jami,” he teased her with a groan of need as she scraped her teeth over his inner thigh. Holding his breath, he waited to see what she’d do with where she was.
Sitting between his legs, Jami smiled and spread his legs wider. Lying on the mattress she looked up at the object that made her whole body splinter more than once and smiled. “I’m going to taste you,” she whispered. Not because she didn’t want him to know more than she couldn’t seem to form loud enough words.
“Oh gods.” His groan had her smiling. A faint creaking noise had her peeking out of the sheets briefly to see his hands clutching at the headboard in a death grip.
Ducking back down, she took his cock in hand, gently rubbing her thumb to the underside of the broad head. Rubbing the small drop of pre-cum around, she leaned in to gently close her lips around one of his balls, sucking lightly and letting out a throaty moan.
She felt his whole body jerk. “Jamison.” His voice was guttural, her name a pray and a curse all in one. It was rather empowering really.
“Yes, husband?” she asked innocently as she moved up his cock and teased the small slit in the head with her tongue. “I get to taste you, fair play and all that,” she muttered softly before taking his cock into her mouth deeply and suckling hard. She was determined to make him yelp just as he always seemed to make her.
Tightening his hold on the headboard so that it creaked with the stress, Raven arched up, his eyes closing in pure pleasure. Growling deep in his chest, he moved under her talented mouth, trying with all his might to just let her have her fun, but it was not quite working out that way.
Let go, Raven, I want to taste you damn it all. Jamison spoke in Raven’s mind. Her tone was needy, desperate, and close to passing the breaking point of her control. Please, Ra, give it to me.
Growling at her again even deeper, he shifted under her as she raked her nails down his thigh. That did it. Arching up, he roared her name as he came in a flash, his eyes rolling back in his head as he shuddered his release.
Greedily she drank him down, her deep swallows and then the light lick of her tongue making his cock leap even after the orgasm she’d given him. “Thank you, Ra. Gods that was amazing,” she said with a happy smile as she came out from under the sheets.
Loosening his hold on the headboard, Raven collapsed, his body stripped clean and exhaustion rippling over him. “I’m wiped out,” he rasped out softly as he stared through his lashes at her.
Falling onto the bed at his side, Jami smiled and nodded even as she tugged the blankets up and around them. “Then I suggest that we get some sleep, my love.” She sighed and shivered. “I love you, Raven. Sleep, because later we can make love, sweetheart.”
Sliding his arm around her shoulders, he drew her to him. “I love you, too, Jamison, always,” he murmured. Kissing the top of her head, he turned into her and wrapped her close. “You are mine for always.”
Jami smiled and stroked her hand over his chest, her touch light and soothing. “And you’re mine. I love you and you are mine for all time as well.”
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Born in the mid-seventies, this thirty-something woman has only been writing for the last six years of her life, faithfully, that is. Honor has always been scribbling a phrase, a curious word, or the oddest of thoughts down on anything she could find laying about. Now she piles them up before her and, if one catches her fancy, she further explores it to whatever its end might be.
A lover of books, her reading material spans from Shakespeare to mysteries and all the way to the erotic. Anything and everything she can lay her hands on she’ll read. Though, these days, she leans more toward the paranormal than anything else.
Poetry was her first love, lasting about three solid years. Don’t ask. She won’t show many of them to anyone. Then short stories became the focus and finally she began to write for more than just writing what came to mind. She started to write for pleasure and to tell the story that begged to be told.
Life and family came next. Working full-time as a customer service representative and raising two children got in the way, and the writing that she so loved as a teenager seemed to be pushed off to the back burner of everything.
So several years passed and her children turned into more than the babies that demanded her attention and into young children and then teenagers with different demands, ones that allowed her to once more spread her imagination to the wind and ask for more, want more.
As with all great things, the door to her notebook-written world might have been closed and placed on hold, but where a door closes another one opens, and in this case it was with the advent of buying a computer.
Honor spends many a sleepless night pounding at the keyboard. She is a consummate professional in her daytime career. However, at night her visions swing to the fantastical and in those long hours after the children and husband are in bed, she weaves together words and blends up stories that not only bring a whole new meaning to romance, but sizzle the pages with a heat that will have the readers begging for more.
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