Connelly's Flame (17 page)

“Do you know what turns me on?” he purred into her ear as his hands moved down to slid beneath

the waist of her pajamas. “Knowing that you are wet with desire for me. That it isn’t anyone but me, not the

guy with the yacht, not Tank…but me. That turns me on.” One finger slipped across the apex of her thighs

and felt the wetness.

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“Everything about you turns me on. I need you to believe that I am not lying to you. I am telling you

the truth. I want to make love to you, not have sex, make love to you because I—” Ross broke off, spinning

her in his arms and kissing her like she was his everything.

Bare chest met bare breasts and as he dominated the kiss Dezarae slipped her hand down the front of

his pants. Her hand closed around his throbbing erection, smiling as she felt it jump at her touch. “Make love

to me, Ross Murdock Connelly of Virginia,” Dezarae moaned into his mouth.

“Your wish is my command, Firebird,” he responded as he swept her up into his arms and carried her

back to the bed. Setting her down on the comforter he undressed her, not allowing her to hide any part of her

body from his gaze before he removed his last article of clothing.

Lights on, illuminating the lovers, he once again covered her body with his own.

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“You are a work of art,” Dezarae murmured as her hands eagerly moved over the naked body on top

of her.

Ross kissed her silent and allowed one hand to slip over the neatly-trimmed thatch of black hair that

nestled between her legs. Two fingers ventured forth and easily slid inside her wet body.

Dezarae shivered as her first orgasm took her. The same as it happened in her garage, all it took was

one touch and she was seeing stars. Whimpering, she arched against his hand taking his fingers in deeper yet.

Ross obliged her, moving his wrist sending his fingers in and out of her aching body. His mouth

pressed harder onto hers before he nipped her tongue and moved down to suck on her bare breast.

“Ahhh!” Dezarae released to the room. Her hands held him to her chest as he worked her nipple into

an even tighter point. Flames licked her body as the hold she tried to have on her emotions broke. “Please,”

she begged.

“What do you want?” Ross asked, his words vibrating her already extremely sensitive nipple.

“More.”

“More what?” His two fingers fluttered inside her.

“More…more…more of you,” she babbled as her thighs tightened around his wrist.

“Okay.” He slid in a third, feeling her body stretch.

A sound between pleasure and frustration left her mouth. It felt so good having him in her, but she

wanted more. “Please,” Dezarae went back to begging.

“Tell me what you want.” He licked a path from her breasts up to her mouth. “Tell me,” he coaxed.

“I want you,” she managed to say as her body began pushing against his hand.

“What do you want from me?” Ross felt like he was going to explode.

“I want you inside of me,” she panted.

“I am,” he flexed his fingers as his lips moved to her ear.

“Ross,” she whined.

“Dezarae,” he copied her emotion.

“Love me,” she pleaded.

I do, God help me, I do.
His hand was quickly removed and she opened her legs wider to

accommodate him. “All night, Firebird, all night.” Ross slid his erection into her warm wetness. He groaned

as her internal muscles gripped him. “Ah, Jesus, you feel so good.”

Dezarae felt another orgasm take over her body as he filled her to completion. Her eyes shut as she

released a hiss of pleasure. She opened them again as he didn’t move, just sat there buried deep within her.

“What?”

“Just give me a second, Firebird. If I move now, it will be all over before it begins.” He had begun to

sweat with the intensity of the feelings and attempting to control the urge to take her and find his own

release.

Looking up at the man above her, Dezarae swallowed. He was so handsome to her it hurt. His gray

eyes were shut as he tried to regain his control. Strong jaw clenched with determination, muscles were flexed

as he held himself over her. Dark brown hair was cut close. Moving her hands from the bedspread to his face,

she kissed him.

Ross opened his stormy eyes the moment he felt her lips on him. Her tongue began to stroke along

his and he moved his hips in time with her motion. He felt her body quivering around him as his penis moved

in and out of her.

Dezarae began to suck on his tongue as her pelvis moved up to increase the speed of his thrusts. Her

desires expressed to the man who was above her.

Drawing away from her tempting mouth, Ross murmured into her ear, “Not yet.”

A heat had begun to blossom in her body. Dezarae started to squirm beneath his hard body. Her

hands moving to rest on his back as her legs wrapped themselves around his lean waist.

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Ross ignored her prompting. Making each stroke excruciatingly slow, he sank into her completely

before withdrawing except for the head of his rigid manhood. And back again. “Do you burn for me,

Firebird?”

While she wanted him to suffer like she was, her craving to find release was too intense. “Yes. Yes.

Yes!” she yelled with frustration.

Sitting up, Ross watched her body wriggle flushed beneath him. Her mouth was open slightly, lips

shiny with remnants of their kisses. Her breasts moved with every stroke of his and each response of her

own. “Good,” he said arrogantly as his hands grabbed her full hips.

Dezarae locked her hands around his forearms as he began to increase his speed. Her teeth clamped

on her bottom lip as she tried to keep quiet. Harder and faster came his pleasuring thrusts. Mews formed at

the back of her throat only to escape as his fingers dug into the flesh of her hips.

Ross wanted to pound into her but he wanted it to last. His body was tingling and he knew he was

almost about to come. He wasn’t using protection but he wasn’t sure about Dezarae. Her eyes were on him

the whole time, full of trust and love—he knew it was love even if she didn’t want to admit it.

“Ross,” she cried as her breathing changed again.

“What, Firebird?” he grunted as he increased his speed again.

“I’m gonna come.”

“Then come for me.”

Back arching, her fingers dug deep into his arms. If she had nails, she would have drawn blood.

Dezarae screamed her release to the bright room.

Ross knew he was seconds away from coming himself, so he drove deep and hard into her for three

strokes before pulling out and coming all over her dark belly. His body was shaking and he had no energy

left except to collapse beside her.

For a moment the room was filled with the sound of breathing as it slowly returned to normal. They

lay like that for about ten minutes.

Dezarae turned her head to look at the man beside her. No one she had ever been with before had

made her feel this way. The fact that he had not come inside her gave her conflicting emotions. The part of

her that always looked for the bad in situations figured it was because of her skin color. Her rational side was

grateful especially since she wasn’t on the pill and he obviously wasn’t wearing a condom.

Still, part of her wondered what it would be like to have a child with Ross. Shaking her head to get

rid of that image, she sighed as his eyes landed on hers.

“You just about killed me, Firebird,” Ross said happily as he traced her cheekbone with one finger.

Blinking at him, she smiled. “Thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me for doing something I have wanted to do since I woke up in your

bedroom?”

“I was talking about protecting me. I’m not on any form of birth control.” Her eyes held his steady.

Even as the image of her swelling with his child flashed across his mind’s eye, he sent her a gentle

smile. “I wasn’t sure.” His eyes narrowed as his voice dropped, “And get that damn reason out of your head.”

Dezarae’s eyes widened. “What thought?”

“The one that you gave yourself about me pulling out of you. I, for one, happen to love the color of

your skin.” He kissed her hard before rolling off the bed and walking naked to her bathroom to get a cloth to

clean her up.

Unsure how he had known what she was thinking, Dezarae remained where he had left her.

Watching him approach, she eagerly took in his naked body.
I could look at him all day and them some
.

“What makes you think you knew what I was thinking?” she asked as he began to clean off her belly.

Ross didn’t answer her; he was too absorbed by the smoothness of her skin. The hand that didn’t

have the washcloth in it began to make abstract designs on her belly. Soon the washcloth had dropped to the

floor as his lips began to kiss along her stomach.

Dezarae felt that familiar fire erupt again as his body settled between her legs and she felt his breath

at the juncture of her thighs. With a squeal, she tried to move away from him but one strong arm held her in

place as his tongue slipped between the lips to taste her.

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“Ross,” she cried, her earlier question forgotten as he began to make love to her with his mouth.

Dezarae shuddered as he worked her into a panting mess.

His fingers and tongue teased her, pleasured her, and allowed her not a moments rest. Her hands

were digging into the bedspread as wave after wave of release engulfed her body.

Ross slid his hands under her ass as her hips lifted with her orgasm. He held her to his mouth until

she stopped coming, his tongue sweeping inside her, encouraging more tremors. When she stopped he pulled

away and lay on his back, rolling her on top of him.

As if bench-pressing, he lifted her up and set her back down on his fully enlarged penis, both of them

moaning in pleasure as her body welcomed him back into her. Gray eyes settled on her face as she began to

ride him at her own pace.

Dezarae watched the man below her through slitted eyes as he stared at her face. The intensity that

he had in his eyes was a bit unnerving; his emotions were there if she wanted to accept what she saw. Not

ready for that yet, she chose to remain oblivious.

She moved up and down his long shaft as his hands clenched and unclenched as he tried to allow it

to be her decision how fast or slow to go. Dezarae loved feeling his penis stretch her body as he moved easily

in her slick heat. Finding a pace she enjoyed, Dezarae closed her eyes and gave herself over to the sensations

that flowed through her body.

Ross knew the second her eyes closed for real. He had known she was watching him. “I love you,

Dezarae.” He mouthed the words as his hands left the bed and grabbed onto her hips.

Her eyes flew open and she looked at him.
Did I hear him say he loved me?
Dezarae met his gaze

and he smiled at her as he increased the speed of his thrusts.
It must have been my imagination.
She closed

her eyes and allowed him to escalate the rate at which she moved above him. Her body ground down on him

as she lost herself to the passion that flowed between them.

Gray eyes darkened as he grew nearer to spilling his seed deep within her body. “I’m about to come,

Firebird,” he broke the silence.

Dezarae stopped moving and sat on him, making sure he was as deep as he could be. “Then pound

the hell out of me and come.” Her eyes blazed with the need to find her fulfillment.

With a growl, Ross rolled them over so she was once again on the bottom and proceeded to do just

what she had said. He slammed into her, shaking the whole bed with each powerful thrust. Harder. Faster.

Deeper. Again and again.

“Oh, God, yesssss!” Dezarae wailed as her body shuddered…as her body exploded into a million

little pieces.

Ross almost came inside her when her body convulsed around him, trying to milk his essence from

him. Barely pulling out in time, he came all over the ebony goddess beneath him as he shouted to the room.

Like before, he collapsed beside her, their hearts pounding at the same hurried rate. Dezarae still

trembled as her body came down from the high it had finished experiencing.

Ross buried his face into her neck and breathed in her scent. The feeling this woman gave him was

surreal. He knew Dezarae was his soul mate. There had never been anything remotely close to this with any

other woman he had been with. Their connection went way beyond just the physical.

After a while, Ross rose up to look at the woman who could make him hard as steel with a whiff of

her soap, a look from her inviting eyes, or even the sight of her smile. Her eyes were closed and her

breathing even, telling him she was asleep.

Getting out of bed, Ross gently cleaned his seed off her belly before covering up her enticing body

with her bedding. He looked at the clock and realized he had fallen asleep with her. It was almost five-thirty

in the morning.

Sliding his clothes back on his fit body, he moved silently back over to her bedside. Brushing a thick

lock of hair back from her face Ross smiled as she tried to nestle into his hand. “I wish I could stay the entire

night with you, Firebird, but I don’t think you’re ready for that yet. God knows I am,” he whispered as he

brushed a kiss along her lips.