Summon Lyght (17 page)

"Yes. Or no," he said again, his voice as hard as his aching cock.

Several seconds passed before she whispered her reply.
"Yes."

Excitement erupted in Lesedi. He had fantasized making tender love to her with all the gentle passion her virginity dictated. But this…this was like dessert before dinner.
"You can start by undressing for me. Slowly."

The situation suddenly turned very combative. She was his captive, to be conquered. He was her captor, with desire as his weapon. And he planned to use it ruthlessly to achieve his objective, to have her drowning in need for him.

Independent nature or not, she complied, movements jerky and all virgin.

He almost regretted his demand. Removing that soft dress himself would tantalize him to distraction. He would make time for that later.

Desire made his cock throb hard. She was his. He would be the first and only to taste and touch and sink his cock into her paradise. He would mark her sweet body with a passion she would never recover from. Nor he.

Lesedi angled his head, gaze roaming her naked body with hot possession.
"Turn." Monumental need forced the word out as a harsh growl.

Rather than flinch from his aggressive tone, she obeyed with a delicate sweetness until her firm ass stared at him. She was wide in the hips and narrow in the waist. Sheer perfection. It made him crave to see his cock buried in her while gripping her waist, her cute ass facing him.

"Come here." His voice cracked like a youth stealing his first touch of female flesh. Insane proof that he had been too long without a woman. The voice in the back of his mind brutally corrected the thought. He had gone too long without
Miya
. No other would do.

She looked over her shoulder, warm brown eyes glowing. His cock jerked at the angelic image she presented. She came to him, covering her secrets with shy hands, and paused a foot away.

"Never hide what is mine from me, Miya. Lower your hands." He would fall to pieces if she did not reveal herself to him.

She complied, slow and shy, eyes lowered. A deep breath gave her the courage to move her arm and reveal the most utterly exquisite breasts in the world, delectable pink tips straining toward his chest.

Lesedi had to call on the same iron detachment that allowed him to carry out some of his more nefarious business deals. Otherwise he would have devoured her on the spot. He fought back a moan. "Undo my pants."

She met his gaze for a short instant, then lowered her eyes once more.

Lesedi watched, breathing carefully, as her small hands opened his belt then worked at his pants. The sound of his zipper going down slowly was barely audible over the harshness of his breath. God, the woman was driving him to desperation.

He bit his lip, trying to regain some sense of the control he was dangerously near losing, and pushed his jeans down, while leaving his black underwear in place. Standing before her like that, with only the thin silk of his boxers between them, had a maddening effect on Lesedi. His hips surged toward her and her little whimper nearly undid him. He stroked his cock.
"Do you want to see?" His hoarse whisper betrayed his hope.

Tiny beads of sweat appeared at the edge of her forehead and she licked her lips and nodded.

Something eerily like self-consciousness assailed him as he pulled his underwear down over his impossibly huge erection. What if she were frightened? Or worse, repulsed?

Her low moan and half-closed eyes said she was neither frightened nor repulsed. More like fascinated. Starved. 

"Touch it." His voice broke with desire.

Her lips parted in an enraptured expression, breasts rising and falling beneath the tightest and pinkest peaks. Beautiful. He needed to know if her secrets held that delicate color.

She reached with her index finger and touched the top ridge, making it jump. She gasped and slowly drew her finger over him until Lesedi's breath escaped in a rush. She looked up at him when her finger encountered the sensitive top and he choked back a groan. The look on her face was one of wonder. But the brave little explorer peeking through her heated gaze set him on fire.

A dozen different orders froze on his tongue, things he
needed
her to do, but he could wait a little if the delay meant watching her instincts lead her into pleasure. He kept his hands still at his sides to let her feel her way.

Magical fingers swirled over the aching head, wetting him and drawing a tortured moan from his throat. His eyes wanted to fall closed but he struggled to keep them open in order to watch her pale fingers dance along his dark length until she stroked him with one hand and toyed with the parts of him she discovered.

It was instantly clear that driving him crazy was something she had to do. Her own moans followed hard on his as she drew his desire to a critical point.

Sudden wet heat enveloped his cock.
"Miya!" God. She was on her knees doing exactly what he wanted to demand and feared she would refuse. "God, God, God," he gasped. She did not just suck him. The combined sucking, licking, nipping and swirling was more like devouring him.

Both his hands fisted in her hair, beyond his control. He moved his hips to her frantic tune, locked in her power over him. She would do whatever she wanted and he would have not a damn word to say, only breathe and gasp on the mounting wave she pulled up in him. Without mercy.
"Miya, Miya," he croaked.

The sweet moan she gave on him brought his orgasm with a vengeance, incomparable to anything he had ever experienced. He, who
never
lost control, could do nothing more than grip her head and thrust in and out, lost to the moment, vaguely aware that she gasped and rubbed him on her face while stroking with her hand, whispering
yes, yes, yes.

Lost somewhere in the stratosphere and heaving for breath, Lesedi did not even begin to regret the orgasm, despite being at the beginning of the several hours he intended to spend making love to Miya. Unaccountably, though he still quivered in the throes of one orgasm, the first hints of tension from the next began to build. His body evidently held an endless supply of desire for Miya.

Their encounter in her bathroom had told of her passionate and giving nature, but this had gone far beyond his expectations. Holy mother of Africa, what a love goddess she had buried in her.

He was suddenly very eager to bring her entirely out.

Chapter Eighteen

Oh, God, had she really just done that? The taste of Lesedi still in her mouth confirmed it.

Shame threatened to overcome the absolute wonder at his responses, at her power. She
'd acted like a slut rather than a virgin. He must think she'd lied.

She had to get away from him, get some space and think. She started to draw back.

Lesedi tightened his fingers in her hair, refusing to release her. "Stand up, Miya."

Shit. She
'd agreed to do whatever he said. Well, that certainly wasn't going to happen anymore. He'd got his happy ending, so he wouldn't mind. She drew back a little more, forcing him to put more pressure on her hair if he wanted to stay near. He did.

Finally, when she didn
't yield, he let go with one hand and tipped her chin back, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Miya, stand up for me."

Looking up at him, she could no longer refuse. Some secret part of her actually
wanted
to follow his orders, do whatever he demanded, give him anything and everything. That previously unexplored facet of her personality ran exactly counter to her usual beliefs.

After a long moment, she stood facing him, gaze lowered. She wasn
't about to look him in the eye after what she'd just done.

Gentle fingers burrowed through her hair, caressing her scalp, until they finally settled to cradle her neck, thumbs at the points of her jaws. The slight pressure he exerted compelled her face upward until she had to either meet his gaze or close her eyes.

God, he was beautiful! All hollows and angles and smooth skin she
needed
to explore. That made it official. She was a pitifully infatuated virgin. A man like Lesedi, one who'd had plenty of other women, wouldn't want to waste his time with an inexperienced little prude like her. He'd want a real woman who knew exactly how to please him, no shyness or false starts, no embarrassing debacles like her little question about positions earlier. Reluctant to see the disappointment she already knew he felt, she hesitated but finally met his eyes.

When she did, Lesedi smiled his satisfaction. He just looked at her for a moment, as if considering how to let her down gently.
"I don't know how to thank you." His eyelids dropped and he lowered his head. "Such an incredible gift…" Before she knew what he was doing, his lips brushed hers in a silken caress. "An incredible woman…" Another kiss. "Tasting my seed on your mouth is the most amazing thing."

He continued to murmur little compliments between sweet kisses for a moment. Maybe he wasn
't so disgusted as she'd thought? His kisses, at first just the faintest of erotic contact, grew in intensity until Miya whimpered her frustrated wish for more.

He growled and swept his tongue across her lips. Gentle nips eased her lips apart to grant him access and he thrust his tongue into her mouth with plundering force. He explored her thoroughly for long moments while time stood still.

Gasping for air, she drew back slightly and he allowed her the space and turned his attention to tasting her jaw and face. The sounds he made, growls and moans, whispered phrases, all combined to drive her need higher still.

Suddenly, allowing him to do all the tasting seemed unfair and she was no longer content with it. Turning slightly, she brushed her lips along his jaw, fascinated with the texture of his beard stubble against the tender skin.

He reciprocated with tender little nips over her cheekbone, an area she would never have considered so sensitive. The heat his kisses kindled built formidably, flames racing through her blood stream.

When exploring his beard with her lips was no longer enough, she scraped her teeth over his jaw. Some quality of his skin seemed to answer a craving within her, because all of a sudden, she had to have all of him in that moment. She licked all along the line of his jaw, anxious to learn his texture and everything else about him.

When she moved to the underside of his jaw, a deep growl vibrated through his neck. "Miya," he paused to nibble at a particularly sensitive spot near her temple, "it's my turn. If you continue, you will bring me off again, and I am not certain I would recover so quickly again." He moved a little, taking his jaw and neck out of reach, only to trail his tongue along her jawbone.

A shiver of intense heat rolled over her in reaction to the unfamiliar sensations.
"Recover?" The question slipped out before she realized how ignorant it made her sound. She might as well get used to it though. She was clueless where sex was concerned. The few dates she'd made time for had always ended in rushed and fumbled kisses and gropes, unworthy of even raising her pulse rate, and she'd always called a halt before it could go further. Finally she knew why those experiences had left her cold, anyway.

Lesedi
's lips curved into a smile against her neck. "A man's body must recover from an orgasm before he can stay hard again." He nibbled along the side of her neck. "I am so desperate for you I did not need to recover from the first." More nibbling. "Now, lie on the bed. I am going to taste all of you."

He released her and Miya considered briefly the part of her nature that insisted on resistance. Quiet rebellion had always been her preference instead of open confrontation. Unlike the situation with Lyght earlier, she feigned compliance with Lesedi
's order.

The bed, with its canopy and curtains of some nearly opaque fabric that glistened like morning dew, loomed like a mountain to be climbed and she allowed Lesedi to lead her to the
side. She even accepted his assistance up the two low steps onto the raised platform. But she only sat on the edge of the bed. 

Lesedi stood before her, sculpted abs rippling with his breath, and scowled a little, causing Miya to hesitate to continue her little rebellion. She didn
't want an argument she couldn't win. After all, she had agreed.

Just as she was ready to move back on the bed, the scowl faded and Lesedi smiled just a little. And she couldn
't miss the way his huge erection twitched as he moved a little closer to her. That told her he might just enjoy a bit of a challenge to his authority and her heart pounded at the thought of anything that might allow her to touch that magnificent body of his. She didn't move.

He froze in the process of coming even closer and quirked an eyebrow at her.
"You are refusing?"

Last chance to back out. Her heart pounded. She barely nodded. Oh God, what would he do?

He smiled a little and reached for her hands as he bumped his knees against hers. Before she noticed, her legs fell apart politely to allow him to move further forward until he stood between her lower thighs. "You continue to refuse?"

Her heart threatened to jump out of her chest it pounded so hard. She nodded again.

He shifted his feet slightly and brought his erection right up to eye level, so close the moisture at the tip glistened temptingly.

Her breath came harder and faster and her tongue touched her lower lip, reminding her what he tasted and felt like. Almost against her will, she mentally measured the distance. Six inches. A mere six inches and she could taste him, lick that little droplet away. Her upper body swayed toward him, focused on closing the distance.

He chuckled a little and turned a bit, staying out of reach. "Oh, no, Miya. My turn, remember?" He stroked one hand along her cheek, trailing sparks of need. "Be patient. You will enjoy this as well, I promise."

He moved again and was suddenly on his knees between her legs, putting his face on the same level as her upper chest. He stared up at her, gaze searching her face. His beauty, there was no other word for it, still amazed her. The combination of smooth unblemished dark skin with russet undertones with the strong bone structure of broad cheekbones and square jaw made him handsome. Close-trimmed black hair accented the attractive shape of his skull. His mouth was generous, but his lips weren
't thick or oversized like so many black men she'd seen.

But it was his eyes that took her breath away. Almond-shaped and lined with thick black lashes, they sparkled with wit and intelligence despite the shadows lurking in the dark depths. Beautiful.

As if he'd reached some decision, he leaned in to her and claimed her mouth with bold possession. When her lips were swollen and throbbing with the force of his kiss, he slid his mouth down over her jaw and nibbled his way along her neck to her collarbone. There he paused to swirl his tongue over the rapid pulse before moving lower.

Heat and tension built, coiling her muscles, and her lungs refused to use the air they drew in, leaving her panting in desperation. If he could have that much effect on her with nothing but kisses, what would it be like when he really touched her?

The thought closed her thighs in reflex but his torso still occupied that space. As she jumped, startled, her inner thighs clamped against his naked ribs, then rebounded in shock from the foreign sensation.

Miya
's frightened leap surprised Lesedi into movement and somehow his initial reaction to lean slightly away from her translated into him sprawling backward onto the floor.

"
Oh my God! Are you okay?" She dove off her seat on the bed and went to her knees at Lesedi's side.

He lay silent and unmoving, eyes closed.

Her mind raced through countless scenarios. "Lesedi? Answer me, don't play, this isn't funny." He remained still and panic surged. Should she check his pulse? Part of her brain managed to detach and slow down, to reason through how she should respond. She clutched at his wrist and searched for a pulse.

Damn it, she couldn
't find a pulse! She leaned across him to reach his other arm.

Sudden steel bands dragged her down and pinned her to him with uncompromising strength.

Lesedi's chest shook with silent laughter beneath her. Without warning, her own relieved giggles poured forth and she stopped resisting his pull and collapsed to his chest. Several moments passed before humor faded to make way for something entirely different.

It started with Miya becoming aware of the texture of the skin under her cheek. Warm smooth silk with a sprinkling of coarse hairs stretched taught over firm muscles. Her mouth didn
't wait for permission to taste, lips brushing across, exploring, before her tongue darted out for a little lick.

Lesedi
's breath hissed as those muscles tensed and bunched to lift her fully atop his body. He brushed her hair back with one hand as he looked up into her eyes. The other hand skimmed over her back until he reached her waist, where his touch slowed and firmed. Slow strokes over her ass culminated in a squeeze that pressed her lower belly tight against his erection. An indrawn breath hissed through his teeth as his hips rolled and thrust that heat against her.

Miya
's heart froze in her chest in surprise at her body's lightning responses. Her breasts, already crushed against the solid wall of his chest, suddenly grew heavy and full and her nipples hardened even more. The coiling heat in her lower belly went nuclear in aching, throbbing need that arched her back to meet his next rolling thrust. Inner muscles tightened in reflex, flooding secret folds with liquid heat.

Lesedi
's other hand joined the one caressing her ass and he slid them down the backs of her thighs, raising his shoulders off the floor to reach further down. Firm pressure parted her knees and slid them forward to rest on the floor at either side of his waist so that she sat astride his groin.

His next thrust slid his hard-on against slick outer folds. He drew another hissing breath through gritted teeth.
"So hot." Heated flesh slid back on hers again.

Whimpers of need constantly pushed through her parted lips. Restless urges to move quivered through her, seeking closer contact with him.

Massive heat, hard and throbbing, prodded between outer folds. Miya froze somewhere between caution and anticipation, the unfamiliar sensation flipping the switch to her self-consciousness back to the
ON
position.

Beneath her, Lesedi
's body surged and he rolled, carrying her beneath him until she ended up on her back with upraised thighs cradling his hips. He clenched his eyes shut for a second and a low moan rolled past his lips.

Miya
's restlessness reached a fever pitch and her muscles undulated in an effort to bring him closer.

His feral growl in response to her movement set her blood crashing through her veins in a torrent of desire. Unfamiliar words spilled forth in ragged whispers as he ducked down to claim
her mouth in an overwhelming kiss.

He drew back slightly, leaving her panting with need. A slight adjustment pushed him against her entrance once more.
"You are ready?" His voice cracked and the part of him closest to her throbbed hot and relentless, ready to plunge inside her.

She writhed seeking more of him, wanting to pull him within her. She whimpered again.
"Yes, now." Her body was going to explode if he didn't do something immediately. Any prior knowledge she possessed of the mechanics of sex disappeared in the reality of what was happening between them.