M. Donice Byrd - The Warner Saga

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skin. When his eyes fell on the triangle of hair at the juncture of her legs, his loins ached with desire.
    Moving to the bed, Meredith neatly folded down the covers.  Turning down the bedding was as much a stall as a condemned man asking for a smoke despite the fact that he’d never touched tobacco before. To Blake, however, her movements seemed almost ritualistic.
    When she straightened up, she found he had silently stepped up behind her. His downy stroke began at her shoulders, glided in a slow, warm caress down the outside of her arms to her fingertips, then back up the inside. Gooseflesh rose on her arms causing an involuntary shudder.
    He spanned her tiny waist with his hands, his fingers splayed as his hand moved to the flat of her stomach moving slowly upwards. When his caress migrated to her breast, Meredith swayed, making contact with the length of him. A sound of pleasure rose in his throat at the slight touch. The arm still at her waist tightened, holding her there. His mouth sought the soft flesh of her neck but he soon realized that would not sate his hunger any longer.
    He turned her in his arms and lowered her to the bed. The mattress sagged under their weight.
    His lips sought her breast immediately. Her breath quickened and became raspy. For a moment she was so enthralled by his gentle suckling of her nipple, she didn’t move. As his tongue danced tiny circles around the firm bud, her back arched, his arms encircled her drawing her closer.
    Her moment of passiveness ebbed and was replaced by a combination of carnal curiosity and a desire to touch him. His body felt hard in comparison to hers, his muscles were firm even at rest and she could feel the outline of each through his hair-sprinkled skin.
    Her hand brushed against his nipple inadvertently. At his intake of breath, she wiggled further under him and sought it with her mouth intent on finding out if it gave him as much pleasure as it did her.
    Blake rolled, taking her with him and she suddenly found herself on top. Her mouth slanted down on his. She captured his lower lip in her teeth and tugged playfully as her tongue stroked the line of his lip. Holding his head between her hands, she kissed his eyes shut. She ran her fingers down his throat, curling her fingers slightly so her nails continued the light tracery along his chest, intentionally scraping over his nipple before snaking her hand down his side. When she reached his hipbone he flinched and she knew she’d found a ticklish spot. She raised her head and watched his reaction as she ran her hand over the spot again.
    Blake didn’t like the mischief he saw in her when he opened his eyes after the second incident and a moment later, he had her on her back again, her arms held in one of his large hands, pinioned above her head.
    “None of that,” he chided and brought his free hand to the corresponding location on her body. She, too, twitched at the sensation. But rather than linger, his knees moved between hers and his hand eased between her legs.
    In an involuntary motion, she tried to close her legs which ended when his fingers slipped into the moist folds and Meredith suddenly found her body going limp.
    There could be no mistaking her long, low sound of pleasure as he made tiny massaging circles with his finger upon the sensitive bud he found there. Feeling her resistance wane, he maneuvered his body lower until he replaced his hand with his mouth.
    At first repulsed, Meredith rose up on her forearms and tried to move away.
    “Blake?” It was more of a plea than a question.
    He lifted his eyes to hers but did not stop until she protested again. He rose up on his elbows. There were not many women who would let him do what he was doing to her. It was disgusting, they thought, and they would not allow it.
    But her protest surprised him. Until that moment, she had been completely pliable to his wishes, eager, in fact. Perhaps her husband had never done this to her. He found a certain

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