Broken Crescent (Devil's Sons Motorcycle Club Book 2) by Kathryn Thomas Page B

his mouth. Sam pulled back a teasing fraction more.
     
    “Kiss me,” she cried out with need.
     
    “You mean like this?” Sam slipped his tongue past his lips and slid the glistening tip from the top of her slit near her clitoris to the very bottom. He curled his tongue erotically into her opening and gently eased back out. Her incoherent cries echoed through the quiet room. His erection strained against the bed, and he moaned in abject pleasure at the pleasure he was giving her.
     
    Tongue kissing her intimate parts as tenderly and deeply as he had kissed her mouth, Sam gave Afia oral sex the likes of which he had never given another woman. He boldly drew his chin into the well of her body and stroked in and out as he let her thrust against his mouth, her clitoris at the mercy of his tongue. As she rode his face, he felt his cock jerk insistently, and Sam let out a tortured sound. He sucked her clit harder. First, she would come. First, he would make her body shower sparks of radiant completion across his darkened bedroom. Then, he would get his.
     
    He kept going. His tongue flicked up and down in rapid swoops like a bumblebee’s wings beating against a flower. Her body was a loose cannon, ready to fire. A strangled cry flew from her lips as she instinctively curved her pelvis to accept the pleasure. Her stomach tensed, as Afia held herself still to receive. All she could say was yes. Affirmations slipped out of her mouth with each exhale. She shuddered for him and throbbed. Her clit pulsated against his tongue. Masturbation had nothing on his expert love making.
     
    “Please!” she cried. “Oh, please!” Head whipping from side to side, her hair flew around her face as her body ejaculated with a powerful orgasm. Afia felt release like she had never experienced before. She felt it from the tingling crown of her head to her clenched toes. She felt it balled in her pelvis and flowing between her legs.
     
    Sam chuckled against her womanhood. Her body convulsed helplessly, surrendering control. “That’s it,” he murmured encouragingly, rising. His hand upon her stomach, he massaged her lower abdomen until she gradually relaxed. “That’s it, my beautiful girl. Did you get what you needed?”
     
    Afia’s face flushed, and she covered it with weak hands. “Yes,” she whispered, embarrassed. He had picked up on her desperation and assuaged her desire. She felt worldly and…womanly. Decidedly more good than bad. Afia dropped her hands and stared into Sam’s eyes.
     
    He leaned down and kissed her lips. Sam untied the drawstring of his pants and eased them over his hips, down his legs. She smiled against his mouth. “More?” she said inquisitively. She put her arms around his shoulders and brought him flush against her body after he was completely naked like her.
     
    Her breasts pressed to his chest, and Afia savored the feel of his skin. She closed her eyes and let him guide his erection to her entrance. She gritted her teeth in excitement as his thick hardness pressed slowly into her tight sheath. She was slick and engorged after her potent climax. His entrance was easy, enticing her hips to move against his. They came together in another dance of pleasure.
     
    Sam slipped his arms under her body and clutched her to his chest as he stroked in and out of her sexy, sultry body, marveling at the feel. She held him in the vise grip of her vagina, milking him. Each push inside sent thrills through his body. Each pull out made him want to plunge back in. He struggled mightily not to be done on the first few plunges, but Afia was making that hard by the perfection of her response. He needed the feeling to linger, to remove any doubt. She thought he had lost interest in her. That was the furthest thing from the truth.
     
    She had all of it. Every inch. He sank into her body, grinding together with greater urgency, and Afia’s arm and hand went up to cup his head to her neck. His mouth opened against her