Blueprint for Love by Chanta Jefferson Rand Page A

she purred.
    “ You like that, baby?” he
teased through nibbles.
    “ Yes!”
    “ You want
more?”
    “ Yes.”
    “ You want me inside you?
Just say the word. Say it.”
    “ I want you inside
me.”
    Vic’s heart raced. She
wanted him. Ronnie Jones wanted him . “Beg me,” he ordered. “Beg me
to fuck you, Ronnie.”
    She dug her nails into the
tops of his shoulders. “Please, Vic,” she pled. “I want you so
bad.”
    He wanted her too. So bad
it was almost painful. If he didn’t get inside now, he was gonna
burst from all this pressure!
    He pulled her panties to
the side and prepared to thrust.
    “ Wait!” she screeched.
“Condom. Hurry.”
    He froze. Shit! It had
been too long since he’d been with a woman. He’d forgotten to
prepare. He didn’t have anything.
    Damn! How could the absence of a tiny piece of latex rain on his
parade?
    He pulled away. He wasn’t
riding bareback, not even if Ronnie wanted it. That was one thing
neither of them needed. He refused to make a baby out of wedlock,
the way some deadbeat had done with his mother.
    Vic’s heart dropped when
he saw the confused look on Ronnie’s face. He couldn’t bear to have
her disappointed in him. He wanted nothing more than to sate both
of their appetites, thrust his rock-hard dick deep inside her wet
pussy. Without protection, it wasn’t happening. But he wouldn’t
leave her aching for more. He’d send her away with a present she’d
never forget. If she couldn’t have the entrée, he’d damn sure give
her the dessert.
     
     
    Ronnie gazed down at the top of Vic’s thick
head of hair as he dropped to his knees and nibbled his way in a
southern direction. He tugged at the button on the back of her
skirt, and in seconds had her unzipped and her white lace underwear
exposed. She wriggled out of her skirt, happy to shed the offending
material. Anything to be closer to Vic’s lips.
    He lovingly pressed kisses against the
fabric, taking his time, saturating the lace and the swollen lips
that lay beneath.
    “ Oh, Vic,” she
moaned.
    Taking his cue, Vic pulled her panties down,
revealing the black curls that had just been waxed yesterday into a
dark landing strip. Her heartbeat ricocheted as she watched his
eyes take in the view. For a half a second, she felt embarrassed
having a man’s face in her crotch. What would he think of her
body?
    “ Beautiful,” he said,
reading her mind.
    He pushed the intricate, white lace panties
past her knees to pool at her ankles. Ronnie held her breath as the
pink tip of Vic’s tongue flicked toward her. When he licked the
tender flesh between her legs, her knees damn near buckled. The
pleasure was too much. She heard her own raw, guttural groan escape
her throat.
    “ You taste good,” he
praised.
    His tongue grazed lazy swirls against her
tight curls. She held on, threading her fingers through his damp
hair. Thank goodness for the wall at her back. Otherwise, she’d
slump into a mass of jelly right now.
    Vic lifted one of her legs so that her knee
hooked over his shoulder. Now he had wide-open access.
    “ Umm,” he groaned against
her sensitive clit. He licked her like he’d licked that cone last
week. He acted like a starved man who couldn’t get enough of her.
He used his tongue as a weapon of seduction, smoothly darting in
and out of the luscious pink folds between her legs. His rhythm
increased. His long tongue plunged in and out of her.
    Faster.
    Harder.
    Deeper.
    Ronnie’s head thrashed from side to side as
she grasped fistfuls of his hair. She shamelessly thrust her hips
against his mouth, desperate to feel every inch of his tongue
ravish her.
    Her soft whimpers filled the air, creating
an erotic melody for his ears only. Vic changed tactics then. He
suckled on the extended nub of her clitoris, his tongue flicking
repeatedly over the tender flesh. She tensed, feeling the first
wave of a hedonistic tsunami crashing against passion’s shores.
    Thrusting a finger inside her, Vic