Waiting For Him by Denise Johnson Page A

together long enough to get her caught up again.
    Her small hand gripped him through his boxers, sending his breath to hiss out in a rush of sensation. “Keisha.”
    “I want to take off my panties.”
    “Yeah, okay.” He panted. “You gotta turn me loose first, love.” It took everything he had to life her hand away from him, then he forced himself to step back. “Go on.”
    She blushed, either with embarrassment or excitement, he couldn’t tell.
    He tortured himself by watching as she put her thumbs in the narrow waistband, bent at the waist and straightened again.
    Naked.
    His heart rapped so hard into his ribs, it almost hurt.
    “Your turn,” she said.
    Without taking his gaze off her body, he shoved his boxers away and reached for her. “Come here.” He pulled her close and took her mouth while touching her everywhere, over her breasts, down her narrow back, and over her amazing backside.
    Keisha tried to reciprocate, but Stone tumbled her into the bed and pinned her hands down. She whimpered in protest. Stone kept on kissing her while locking her wrists together with one hand.
    With the other, he explored her sweet little body, over her breasts, her ribs, the slight rise of her belly.
    She twisted her mouth free. “Not fair.”
    “Tough,” he whispered while studying her face. He pressed his hand between her legs and instantly stilled her struggles. “Mm. You like that?” Using just his fingertips he moved in and found her slick, hot, and swollen.
    “Stone.”
    Seeing her like this both exacerbated his loss of control and softened his need. “Just relax and let me enjoy you.” He slid his fingers to her nub and stroked oh-so-gently.
    Her back arched and her heels pressed into the mattress. “I want to enjoy you, too.”
    That near desperate demand made him smile. “You will, love. I promise.” He licked a nipple and circled with his tongue. “But first things first.” He slipped a finger inside her wet opening.
    Every little move she made, each raw sound from deep in her throat, made him that much more determined to see her climax. He knew once he got inside her he wouldn’t last long.
    “You’re so sweet.” Careful, with the very edge of his teeth, he tugged on her. “So soft, and so wet.”
    She twisted and panted.
    He dipped his finger deep up in her, pressed a little more until he heard her breath catch. “So damn tight, too.” He paid close attention to what she liked and what she loved.
    When he wedged a second finger into her, she didn’t pull away, even though he knew he stretched her. Using her wetness, he slicked his thumb up over her and saw her teeth clench.
    Yeah, she liked that, like being filled while he stroked her little clit.
    His testicles tightened, but he fought off the surge of release. At that moment, he wanted to see her come so bad, he could almost taste it.
    That thought made him groan. Yeah, he would taste her, soon, but not just yet. He didn’t want to do anything that might interrupt the rise of her pleasure.
    He tugged at her nipple again, kept the vibration going between her legs, and she bowed. Keisha cried out and her thighs trembled. Her moisture bathed the fingers he had buried inside her, and it almost pushed him over the edge.
    As soon as she started to quiet and her body slumped back into the bedcovers, Stone sat up and ripped open the condom packet with his teeth. He rolled on the protection and moved over her.
    “Open your legs.”
    Still gasping shakily, eyes closed and body lax, she shifted her thighs. Stone settled on her, used his fingers to part her hot, wet vaginal lips and slowly entered her.
     
     
    Chapter Nine
     
    Keisha’s eyes shot open as Stone pressed into her. He was so large and solid. While she felt discomfort, it didn’t really hurt.
    In fact, when she gazed at him she found it wildly exciting.
    “Stone.”
    “Yeah,” he growled. “Me and only me.”
    Never had she seen a man look as he did, sort of savage, clenched all