Shine Your Love on Me by Jean C. Joachim Page B

thighs. He moved one hand over her
rear and up into her wetness. His touch startled her. Then, as he
set about exploring her with experienced fingers, she relaxed,
focusing on the sensations he was creating.
    He found her sensitive spot quickly and
caressed her there for a bit before sliding a finger into her. She
gasped and her hips bucked when the digit hit home. Brooke closed
her own fingers around him. She moved her hand up and down, making
him groan loudly.
    “Oh, God, Brooke, baby, honey. Oh, God.” His
eyes shut.
    She grinned as the control shifted from him
to her. Pushing up on her knees, she rubbed him along her wet
flesh.
    He gripped her hips. “When you do that
I’m—”
    “Shhh,” she said, stopping his words with her
lips. As she kissed him, she guided him into her, easing down on
him. When he was buried deep inside, she shuddered with pleasure.
Brooke sat up straight, threw her head back, and moaned.
    Pres slid his hands up her abs and over her
breasts then back down. He pinched her peaks gently. Brooke
flattened her palms on his chest, hunching her shoulders forward,
leaning hard on him. She lifted her hips slightly, then a little
more, then down again. She rose and came down again, slowly,
teasing him.
    “Christ, woman! You’re making me crazy.”
    She laughed and rode him, moving up and down
steadily. She swiveled her hips and squeezed with her inner
muscles. His eyes flew open, and he gripped her middle. She watched
his biceps move as he guided her up and down, faster and
faster.
    Control slipped away from her, replaced by
need. Brooke repositioned her hands to the bed just above his
shoulders and shifted her weight to her arms. She moved with the
rhythm Pres set. He closed his hand on her breast and squeezed. She
opened her mouth and uttered a loud groan as the tension inside her
coiled up, ready to spring. As fast as it gathered, it burst,
sending pleasure shooting through her body. She cried out, throwing
her head back, her long hair swinging with the movement.
    Brooke licked her lips and trained her gaze
on Pres. He shot her a lopsided grin, as he glided his hands up her
back. After plastering her to his chest, he tucked a hand under her
bottom and rolled them over. Control of their lovemaking shifted
back to him. His eyes darkened and glittered with desire. He kissed
her hard then pushed up on his knees. He lifted her leg to his
shoulder, and she raised her other knee. He muttered something she
couldn’t understand and pounded into her.
    Brooke moaned. “Oh. My. God.” Her sensitive
flesh sizzled as he filled her completely. Spent nerve endings
blazed back to life. He ruled her body. Brooke had never lost
control this way to man. She liked it.
    “Oh, baby. Honey,” he said, burying his face
in her shoulder as his hips drove his shaft in and out of her.
    Brooke’s palms rested on his chest for a
moment before she gripped his arms. The tightening inside her grew
more and more unbearable with each thrust until he pushed her over
the edge into another orgasm. She bit into his shoulder as her body
released the tension. Shortly afterward, Pres bent his head and
moaned softly. After three hard pumps, he stopped. Her name slipped
from his lips.
    Sweat dripped from his forehead onto the bed.
His neck and back were damp. When he raised his head, Brooke leaned
forward and ran her tongue over his lips.
    “Mmm, salty,” she said.
    “Incredible.” He shook his head.
    “Monumental.” She gazed into his eyes.
    “Awe-inspiring.”
    “Earth-shaking.”
    “Dizzying.”
    “Good one, Pres. Shout-out worthy.”
    “Shout-out worthy?” He cocked an eyebrow and
laughed.
    “My mind is blank. All my blood is…somewhere
else.”
    He laughed again, harder this time. She
joined him. He eased out of her and flopped down on his side.
“You’re so…unexpected,” he said.
    “Me? You’re the surprise of the century.” She
sat up.
    “I am?”
    “Master lover. Wow. Hot.” She fell back on
the bed and