Waiting For Him by Denise Johnson

her while exploring those incredible curves. Against her mouth, he whispered, “Okay?”
    She moaned again.
    He kissed her throat, down to her shoulder where he nudged aside the insubstantial strap of her sundress. “I love your ass, Keisha.” If he wasn’t already strung so tight, he could spend hours on that plump, resilient flesh. “Stand still, okay?”
    Stone put a few inches between them and clasped her wrists and brought her hands down to her sides. Her eyes were heavy, and her thick lashes left shadows over her cheeks as she watched him. Lips parted, she drew in shaky breaths and nodded.
    In an excruciating tease, Stone caught the straps of her sundress with his pinkies. Slowly he eased both down to her elbows, down, down until the material dragged over her nipples, and exposed her full breasts.
    It took him a second to form the words. “Damn, you’re beautiful.”
    He grazed her left nipple, and she shivered in excitement. “I’m rushing things, sorry but I can’t…” He shook his head bent down, drawing that tightly budded nipple into his hot mouth.
    Keisha’s back arched and she sank her fingers into his hair, holding him close. On tiptoe, she offered herself up to him, but that wasn’t enough. He gripped her bottom and lifted her more, holding her suspended like that while he sucked on her.
    “Stone…”
    Throbbing, rigid with need, he switched to her other breast. Keisha squirmed, her heat against his abdomen. With every pulse beat of time her breathing became more ragged.
    “Oh, God!”
    No way. He released her nipple to look up her and saw everything she felt in her expressive face. Close to release, eyes closed and head back, she panted through parted lips.
    A rush of heat slammed over him. He reached behind her, found a zipper on the dress and, lacking all finesse, wrestled it down. For half a minute he struggled with tangled arms and straps and then, finally, pushed it down and over lush hips. It fell to the floor, a soft cotton puddle of color that emphasized the brown hues of her bare skin.
    “Damn.” He soaked in the sight of her wearing no more than a miniscule scrap of white lace. “Nice panties.” He pressed a hand to his erection, but there’d be no containing his lust, not now with her standing there almost naked and so incredibly perfect.
    Keisha’s hands flatted against the wall behind her and she drew on leg close, bent at the knee in an unconsciously seductive pose. She turned her head the side and her hair fell forward to half cover her face. Her nipples were wet and tight from his mouth, her belly sucked in, her skin flushed.
    Standing there like that, shy even while on the edge of release, she was the most stunning woman he’d ever seen.
    “Don’t move, love. Stay just like that.” Stone reached back and grabbed fistfuls of his T-shirt to strip it over his head.
    She peeked at him, breathing faster, attention rapt.
    He kicked off his shoes, shoved his jeans down and took off his socks at the same time.
    Keisha’s gaze dropped fast to his dark, tented boxers, but he didn’t dare remove those yet or he’d never survive. He fished his wallet from his jeans pocket, quickly located two condoms and put them on her nightstand. He kicked the jeans aside.
    He gazed at her again. “You nervous?”
    “No.” She met his eyes with a heat of her own. “Not with you.”
    He braced his hands on the wall at either side of her head. “I’m on the ragged edge here, honey.” He tried to draw on last reserves, but he had none. He put his forehead to hers. “I don’t want to rush you but…”
    “Shh.” Tentatively, she touched his chest, stroking through his chest hair, up over a shoulder, down his side. “Do you know how you look?”
    “Like a really horny guy? Yeah, I know.” He put his nose to temple and breathed in her warmed scent. It wasn’t enough, not even close. He kissed her cheek, nipple her earlobe, opened his mouth on her throat.
    If he could just hold it