Can't Go Home (Oasis Waterfall) by Angelisa Denise Stone Page B

lean down and kiss him delicately, barely touching his lips, but lingering softly and as excruciatingly long as possible. I’m breathing his air; he’s breathing mine. Every one of his exhales fills me as I inhale. Our eyes are locked on each other, staring intently, waiting for the next move to be made. Dre’s eyes are mesmerizing with every last hint of sexual desire and want. They’re saying exactly what I’m screaming.
    “Thank God,” he mutters, breathlessly, and in one motion, Dre flips me over. He’s lying atop of me, our legs entwined around each other’s. I can feel every part of his body pressed against mine. The sculpted muscles of his thighs and chest are hard against my legs and breasts. It’s almost as if every inch of my body wants contact with his, begging for a connection.
    Dre tangles his hands in my hair and kisses me hungrily. His mouth drowns out my moans as I allow his tongue to guide mine around. He’s in control, knowing exactly what to do to make me yearn for him. Pulling back, but not breaking contact, Dre eases our tongues out of our mouths. Kissing him in the open, feeling the cool air around our mouths, with the warmth from our kiss, sends a burning heat throughout my entire body. When he sucks my tongue all the way into his mouth, my pulse quickens. I’ve never felt such arousal in my life.
    Slowly, we separate, and Dre lightly trails his tongue along my lower lip, and whispers, “Delicious.” My body ignites. I want him. I need him.
    Dre kisses his way down, gliding his tongue along my jaw, working his way slowly toward my ear. Once he reaches my ear, he breathes softly against my neck, sending chills down my spine, and quietly says, “You’re so beautiful, Kathryn,” just as he sucks my earlobe into his mouth. I respond with a moan, wrapping my legs around his waist.
    Kissing his way down my neck and over my collarbone, his hand finds the swell of my breast, while his fingers circle the hardened bud of my nipple. Dre delicately teases it through my shirt and bra.
    “Oh God, Dre,” I say, encouraging him to continue.
    Dre rubs his hands along my side, running his fingers over my ribs, toward the bottom of my shirt. He slowly eases my shirt up, kissing my stomach as he does so. I shift my body to help him remove my t-shirt. Dre leans back on his knees, staring at me hungrily, his breathing labored.
    “Found the first tattoo,” he says proudly, tracing his finger over the tattoo surrounding my navel. “Ying-Yang? It’s so sexy. So hot.”
    “How about I give you that tour now?” I ask sitting up. Dre just nods and backs up off the couch. As I stand, he pulls me against him and kisses me again. Dre returns to my ears, kissing and licking them teasingly, as I lead us back toward the bedroom.
    Wrapping only his one arm around me, he sweeps his other hand under my knees, lifting me off the floor and carrying me down the hallway. “Where to, Kathryn?” Dre murmurs into my mouth.
    I jerk my head to the side, indicating to the left. Dre walks into my bedroom, as his hand searches for the light switch. Pulling back from his lips, I say, “Just leave it off.”
    “Not gonna happen, Sweetheart,” he says, still reaching for the switch. “I wanna look at you. I don’t want to miss one second of this,” he whispers. Dre kisses me softly, and says, “I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you.”
    Once he turns on the light, Dre walks over to my bed and lies me down. I slide over to the middle, watching him as I do so. Dre whips his shirt off and drops it to the floor, staring at me.
    Dre walks over, and I shake my head. “No?” he asks, looking hurt and bewildered.
    Smiling, I say, “Your pants too.”
    His face lights up, and he unbuttons his jeans. They fall to the floor. God, I love boxer briefs, almost as much as I love his body. It’s titillating how beautiful he is. His body is perfection, each muscle chiseled and defined. I can’t wait to taste every part