Just One Taste (Kimani Romance) by Celeste O. Norfleet Page A

harder and harder. She panted, craving every inch of him inside of her again and again. Then she leaned back to sit tall and rock lower and deeper. He covered her bouncing breasts with his large hands that tantalized each nipple relentlessly.
    The fury of passion raged as their climax approached. She held back as long as she could but she knew it was a losing battle. The first release escaped in a full spasm, making her scream his name. Her legs shook and she gasped a whimper but continued to ride him. He grabbed her hips tightly and began pounding upward, thrashing into her full force. He was coming and she was coming again. Their bodies tensed and tightened and shook as their release exploded. He slowed to deliberately measured, punctuated thrusts as his essence poured out. They tensed one last time, holding tight as ecstasy took them once more, and then slowly released them.
    She opened her eyes. He was staring up at her with a smile that made her want to do it all over again.
    “Hey, you okay?” he asked breathlessly.
    She nodded and moved to get off, but he stopped her and pulled her down on top of his chest. Their breathing quickly synced as one. She closed her eyes again and enjoyed the feel of his long, gentle strokes on her back and down to her rear, the solidness of his chest and the treasure of him still inside of her.
    She must have drifted to sleep because when she awoke she was lying on her stomach and he was right beside her, stroking and rubbing the length of her naked body. “Hey,” she said lazily.
    “Hi,” he replied. “You have the most desirable body I have ever seen. And your rear is simply spectacular,” he said, kissing each buttock to make his point.
    “I bet you say that to all the women you know.”
    “No. I don’t,” he said with more sincerity than she expected.
    She rolled over to face him. She was smiling. “You are so bad for me.” She bit at her lower lip, then reached over to grab another condom from the nightstand. “Here, put this on,” she said.
    Already hard, he did. “Nice and slow this time,” she told him.
    He smiled. “Yes, ma’am, nice and slow.”
    They made love just as she asked—torturously slow and so very, very nice. Her on top, him on top, it didn’t matter. In the end, their passion erupted into another mind-numbing climax—then another and another.

Chapter 8
    H ours later Chase woke up to the beginning of daylight and squinted against the open drapes. He sat up and looked around. He was alone. Smiling, he remembered the night before. Nikita Coles was a remarkable woman and together they had been insatiable. They’d used three of the four condoms he’d pulled out and right now he was ready to use the fourth one.
    The first time she had climbed on top and took charge and he liked it. There was no pretense of purpose or false timidity. She was bold and assertive and knew exactly what she wanted from him. She was tight, but the fit was still perfect. Lying here thinking about her, he could feel his body getting hard all over again.
    He got up and went into the bathroom. There was everything he needed on the counter. He brushed his teeth, jumped in the shower, wrapped a towel around his hips and then went downstairs. The heavenly aroma drew him like a moth to an open flame. Nikita was in her chrome-and-marble sanctuary. She was sitting in the alcove beneath the large stained-glass bay window writing something in a book. He watched her a few moments, undetected.
    She wore glasses and had her hair parted in the middle and braided on either side like schoolgirl. She had on an apron tied around her waist over a simple floor-length sundress. He didn’t know what was more mouthwateringly stimulating, the sight of her or the aroma of whatever was cooking in the oven.
    “Good morning,” he said, interrupting her. She looked up, smiling, and removed her glasses. He was still naked except for the towel wrapped and tied at his hips.
    “Good morning. Your clothes