healing-hearts (19 page)

She couldn’t see anything, but she could feel Death’s icy touch awaiting her. She could sense its desire to steal every ounce of life from her. Stumbling, she attempted to search around the room and prayed for a way to escape.

Suddenly, ominous fingers grabbed her around the throat and began to squeeze. Fireflies of light flashed in her mind’s eyes, warning her that unconsciousness was approaching.

She began to fall towards the ground. A menacing voice called out to her in the oppressive darkness.
I will never let you go. You’ll be mine forever...

Yasmine tried to fight her way out of the deadly grasp as the floor began to swallow her whole.

“Yasmine, Yasmine...” A comforting voice summoned her. Gently encouraging her to free herself out of the clutches of hell—personified in Blake.

~ML~

Yasmine’s flailing body in bed awoke him. He tried to shake her lightly to rouse her from what was evidently a nightmare. But she began to fight even harder. When he repeated her name and finally her body calmed and her eyes opened.

She didn’t say anything for a moment, only focused her gaze on him as he leaned above her.

He reached out with one of his hands and smoothed aside her sweat-slicked bangs from her brow. Then he dragged the back of his knuckles down and brushed her cheek. “You’re safe, I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you again.”

As she’d wrestled through her nightmare, she’d kicked off the covers and now she lay with her legs intertwined with his.

Subconsciously she began to rub them against his; the satin smooth texture was erotic and caused his body to tighten in response.

Looking down at the body he held in his arms, Jason’s breath caught in his lungs.
Ah hell,
came to his mind when for the first time he saw what she was wearing. A sheer little teddy; it’s length he could only image came to her thighs, but it’s present state left her bare from the waist down.

In the evening light coming from the open curtains, he saw her navel, hips, the small triangular cut of her nestle of curls and the tops of her thighs. Even the part of her body still covered by the ensemble was practically revealed through its material.

Arousal slammed into him. He squeezed his eyes shut, already feeling his manhood become heavy and lengthen. He now understood why she jumped into bed the way she did earlier. He was extremely thankful. Otherwise, he would have been debating the rules of etiquette about leaving the ‘marriage bed’ to relieve himself—numerous times.

Jason took a deep breath in an attempt to hold on to the small amount of chivalry he had left. He started disentangling himself from her warm, enticing body. Hoping he could roll a safe distance away from the sexy sight he beheld.
Maybe, I should get up and sleep on the couch
.

A soft, but firm grip seized his arm, halting his retreat.

“Jason, make love to me.” Her voice was soft and pleading.

He looked into her eyes to make sure she wasn’t still dreaming, but her gaze appeared clear and alert.

“Yasmine...”

Both her hands touched the sides of his face. “Jason, right now I just need to forget about what’s in my head and what haunts me when I sleep. I just want to feel.”

There wasn’t a single thought of denying her request or having a conversation to evaluate what this change may do to their relationship. He answered by leaning forward and beginning to kiss her mouth the way he had wanted to do since the first time he’d seen her.

A deep, tongue thrusting kiss. One that wanted to taste her very essence.

~ML~

Her body thrilled to the feel of Jason’s body pressed firmly against hers and the expert movement of his mouth.

The kiss deepened and Yasmine lost track of all thoughts, as her hands went on a quest. She delighted herself by touching him, lean muscles, broad chest and shoulders, strong back and hips. Masculine hips, narrow hips that led to a tight, round, firm buttocks still covered by underwear.

He thoroughly ravaged her mouth, then his lips trailed across her chin making brief stops and giving love bites to one of her ear lobes, then continued down.

Hot, open mouth kisses were pressed along the side of her neck. The type of kiss that made her toes curl around his calves and her sex come alive. It began to pulse and swell and liquefy.

Damn he’s good
, she thought and things were only just getting started.

He took his time, there was no need to rush. Pausing, he pulled her nightgown up over her head, revealing her breasts to his sight.

For a brief moment, Yasmine thought about covering her breasts. For some reason that thin barrier had made her feel secure. But, when she looked into Jason’s eyes, she knew she wanted no artificial layers between them.

~ML~

Jason loved the sight of her breasts clothed and had imagined secretly to himself how they would look—now he knew. Reaching out a hand, he touched the softness of her skin, the firm globes of her breasts. They were just the right size, not too large, but would never be classified as small.

Her mahogany brown areolas puckered into taut nipples that seemed to reach toward him, begging for his affections, for him to taste.

He couldn’t stop himself. “You have beautiful breasts.” He leaned down to taste one of the buds that were availed to him.

~ML~

Her back arched off the bed as his mouth claimed one of her nipples, and her hands grasped hold of the back of his head holding him closely as he adored one breast, then the other. Sucking, pulling, and drawing them deeper into his hot mouth.

Biting on the bottom of her lip she was lost in a world of sensual sensations. At the apex of her thighs her core blossom and throb without being touched. She could feel the trickle of her own juice run down the crease of her butt.

Jason’s expert tongue swirled and flicked each rigid peak and her body began to writhe on the silky sheet, her legs tightened around his hips, bringing her naked, heated sex in contact with his still covered, but significantly aroused one. In the years she had been married, her body had never come close to feeling these sensations, and over the years she had fooled herself that it could never be this way, no matter what her friends and magazines reported.

Even with all of the time her body had lain dormant, she knew what this all led to—she was going to come.

Every nerve ending in her body was drawn tight, awaiting release. One last suckle of Jason’s hungry mouth was enough to give her body what it asked for and took her over the edge.

~ML~

He had seen his share of women come before, but none of his prior encounters prepared him for the sight of Yasmine’s total abandonment.

As he felt her hips lurch forward off the bed, and her abs contracting to the point of lifting her shoulders from the mattress, then to return her to it in a glowing, quivering mass, he was amazed and aroused. He had to have her.

Making quick work of his underwear, he rolled over to his back taking her body with him. He noticed the questioning look in her eyes at her newfound position. “I want you to always feel you are in total control, Yasmine.”

With little pause, her hands began to explore his body. Beginning at his chest her hands slid over the muscles of his pecks, using her nails to lightly graze his nipples, sending shivers down his spine. Leaning down she first placed a kiss on the area where the slight dimple was located on his chin, then she moved on and gave the same attention to his drawn nipples as he had given to hers. Just like for her, it was a susceptible spot for him.

Sitting back up, her hands continued on their venture as they moved down the center of his abs—amazingly his manhood became harder the closer her delicate hands came to it.

When finally she took him within her hands and began a massaging stroke to his rigid length from tip to base—he could take no more.

Like a bee to honeysuckle, he lifted her hips and placed himself against her opening, conveying the message that he needed to be inside her now.

Understanding clearly the message of his need, she glided down his length.

Torture. Pure erotic, unadulterated, pleasure-filled torture
. He gritted his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, praying for control.

She consumed the full extent of his manhood in her tight, wet, warm heat.

He watched her expressions as she began rotating her hips, acquainting herself with his body; he liked the alluring sight she made straddling his hips in the moon’s rays. The lighting made her rich champagne skin-tone shimmer with an ethereal appearance. It would have been as if he was making love to an angel, if it wasn’t for the sinful look of intense, enjoyment captured on her face.

Using his thumb, he began making circles around the bud of her delight, taking her over the edge for the second time that night. The feeling of her body pulsing around him almost took Jason beyond all that he could handle. Gritting his teeth, he forced deep breaths out of his mouth.

When the fluttering spasms of her sex calmed he pulled out of her warmth.

“It’s not over yet.”

He noted the shock and surprise that lit her eyes, but when his fingers began to play once again with her now relaxed clitoris, bringing it back to life, renewed arousal flared with fire in her eyes. He knew she was ready for round two.

Alternating their positions, he moved behind her as she knelt before him on all fours. Placing his knees between hers, he widened his stance causing her thighs to splay wide before him. The view of her arched back and upturned hips, the sight of her rounded behind and swollen lips, shining with her juices awaiting his stiff shaft, shook him to the core. Sweat beaded on his upper lip.

When she looked at him over her shoulder with expectation of what was to come, he couldn’t resist—he had to taste her. Dipping his head down, he smelled the aphrodisiac of her musk, knowing that he had brought her to this point, caused excitement to course through his veins. His gut tightened and his heart slammed into his chest when he tasted her from clit to crease. The salty spice of her slick flesh, as she pressed her essence flush against his mouth and the moans of another rising climax was his undoing. He pulled away, righted himself and chuckled at her cry of disappointment that he had stopped. But he would not be detoured, this time he planned to come with her.

With his hands firmly grasping her hips, he positioning the tip of his manhood at her opening and with one smooth thrust he buried himself deep inside of her until he could feel her wetness coating the base of his erection—her cheeks fused against his lower abdomen.

She screamed as her inner muscles began to spasm and seize around him. He pulled out and pushed towards home again, this time angling for the deepest penetration. She was a tight fit, almost too small. But she took him without complaint, lowering her shoulder toward the mattress, wanting, begging for more, and he gave it to her.

Over and over, he slammed into her waiting heat. He felt unglued, as if he were coming apart at the seams—animalistic. He heard himself groan and roar, but he had no fear that he was hurting her as she arched and gyrated her hips, meeting every one of his thrusts. His eyes were squeezed shut, but he heard her nails clawing and pulling at the sheets, moments before she screamed and climaxed a third time. As her walls squeezed and convulsed around him, he pumped into her hard, pulling her to him until her knees lifted from the bed. He released his seed into her, hot and thick. He held her above the bed, pressed against him, as if willing the universe to allow him to remain inside of her for all eternity.

~ML~

The next morning Yasmine woke up with regrets in her heart. Mostly because she had turned to Jason in a time of need and allowed herself to depend on another man. She couldn’t let that happen again. She’d built a wall around herself over the past years and had managed to take care of herself and she would continue to do the same. When this marriage was over she would walk away with her two children and her heart intact.

Yasmine slowly eased herself off Jason’s chest, as he snored lightly, where she had made herself comfortable through the night after they’d made love.

She was glad she had awakened before him, because it gave her the opportunity to study him undisturbed. Looking at him in the morning’s sunlight, he looked relaxed and young. The lines normally creasing his face due to stress and deep concentration were gone. All that remained was the sweet pale honey tanned complexion of his face, the slight dimple that was more to the left of his chin then centered, the baby brown eyelashes that rested on his cheeks, his strongly angled nose, and the shadow of dawn’s growth along his chin.

Everything about him was sexy to her. Even with the guilt riding her consciousness with what had happened last night, she could still feel her body responding to the nearness of him. Completely loved parts from the night before were beginning to awaken anew, wanting to be caressed by him again.

Quickly, but silently, Yasmine got out of the bed, picked up the robe and lingerie from the floor and padded to the bathroom.

Dropping her load to the tile she set the temperature of the water and got into the shower. Every place she touched, her breasts and the apex of thighs, was sore and tender from Jason attentions. She moaned softly, every fiber of her being wanted to crawl back in bed with him for round two—no four.