released him with ecstasy as her writhing body danced for him alone. Everywhere, everything was wet and slick. The nipples under Telor's demanding fingers hardened to pebbles. When he suckled a breast into his mouth it was as cool as the night air and slippery from the downpour. She tasted so amazing he couldn't get enough. His breath warmed her while his teeth razed over the bud. Rain gasped and grabbed his hair.
Telor captured her wrists and held them high over her head with one hand. More powerfully he pressed into her. She moved to meet his thrusts eagerly, almost with impatience. He gripped her bottom with his other hand, holding her in place. His fingers sank deeper into her flesh as he pulled her closer and tightened his hold.
A swift gust of wind sent a spatter of wetness across his back making him shiver, and he swore. Telor tossed his head from side to side, ridding it of moisture. The rain dripped down his cheeks to his lips, dribbling into the sides of his mouth while he panted, taunting him while he had his hands full.
"You can't tame the Rain ," she teased with double innuendo.
"I can try," Telor countered, his words quick, panting gasps. His hips ground against her with brutal thrusts. She groaned then smiled.
"Then try," she whispered. She clasped him tighter with her long slender legs. "Try harder ."
Chapter One
"You were out in the storm last night, child."
"Yes, I was, Grams," Rain replied to her grandmother.
Rain took a lusty bite from her bagel. She was always starving after she danced. Exhaustion had claimed her the moment she had entered her room the previous night and she had awoken to the sound of her belly grumbling in anger. Her hunger begged to be satisfied. She continued to attack the bagel, stuffing her cheeks until they bulged. Rain couldn't seem to move her teeth fast enough.
"Did you see Telor?"
The question was casually asked but there was a twinkle in Grams' eye. Grams liked Telor—Papa, Rain's grandfather, not so much. He would always grumble, "Why do you gotta be so hung up on some white boy?" Grams would shush him and remind him that in the tiny town they'd moved to there weren't many of African American descent.
"Yes, I saw him," Rain replied after swallowing half of what was in her mouth.
"He walked you home in the storm?"
"Doesn't he always?"
"He's such a good boy, always so responsible," Grams said with a smile.
"Oh, he's good all right," Rain said under her breath. Just thinking about him made her breasts throb, and an ache between her legs started. A quarter of the other half of her bagel disappeared past her lips. She washed it down with a gulp of skim milk.
"When you two gonna get married?" Grams asked frankly. "It's about time I had a new grandbaby to dandle on my knee."
Rain choked then coughed at Grams' bluntness. She could feel the shutter slip over her eyes, masking her emotions. Rain knew she loved Telor. Her heart and mind ached for the long dark hair, the intense brown eyes. Unfortunately Telor was blond with blue eyes. When they made love it was passionate, and Telor tried so hard to be the tiger she needed. There were just certain times a woman needed a man to be dominant and forceful. But Telor saw pain on a daily basis. He was a firefighter in the city an hour from their small town.
Telor was kind and gentle. "Chivalrous" could describe him best. Put Telor in a knight's costume, minus the sword but with a woman's favor, and that would be him in a nutshell. He was the kind of man who gave mouth-to-mouth to a smoke-filled puppy. He rescued kittens from trees. Rain once saw him save an elderly woman's purse from an open storm drain.
Most often Telor's lovemaking was sweet and sensual, which was fine to a certain extent. Rain loved how his hands danced across her body during those times. He would press his mouth to hers and drink like she was the sweetest of wines. Her creamy caramel skin looked so right against his pale flesh. On those occasions he was
Telor captured her wrists and held them high over her head with one hand. More powerfully he pressed into her. She moved to meet his thrusts eagerly, almost with impatience. He gripped her bottom with his other hand, holding her in place. His fingers sank deeper into her flesh as he pulled her closer and tightened his hold.
A swift gust of wind sent a spatter of wetness across his back making him shiver, and he swore. Telor tossed his head from side to side, ridding it of moisture. The rain dripped down his cheeks to his lips, dribbling into the sides of his mouth while he panted, taunting him while he had his hands full.
"You can't tame the Rain ," she teased with double innuendo.
"I can try," Telor countered, his words quick, panting gasps. His hips ground against her with brutal thrusts. She groaned then smiled.
"Then try," she whispered. She clasped him tighter with her long slender legs. "Try harder ."
Chapter One
"You were out in the storm last night, child."
"Yes, I was, Grams," Rain replied to her grandmother.
Rain took a lusty bite from her bagel. She was always starving after she danced. Exhaustion had claimed her the moment she had entered her room the previous night and she had awoken to the sound of her belly grumbling in anger. Her hunger begged to be satisfied. She continued to attack the bagel, stuffing her cheeks until they bulged. Rain couldn't seem to move her teeth fast enough.
"Did you see Telor?"
The question was casually asked but there was a twinkle in Grams' eye. Grams liked Telor—Papa, Rain's grandfather, not so much. He would always grumble, "Why do you gotta be so hung up on some white boy?" Grams would shush him and remind him that in the tiny town they'd moved to there weren't many of African American descent.
"Yes, I saw him," Rain replied after swallowing half of what was in her mouth.
"He walked you home in the storm?"
"Doesn't he always?"
"He's such a good boy, always so responsible," Grams said with a smile.
"Oh, he's good all right," Rain said under her breath. Just thinking about him made her breasts throb, and an ache between her legs started. A quarter of the other half of her bagel disappeared past her lips. She washed it down with a gulp of skim milk.
"When you two gonna get married?" Grams asked frankly. "It's about time I had a new grandbaby to dandle on my knee."
Rain choked then coughed at Grams' bluntness. She could feel the shutter slip over her eyes, masking her emotions. Rain knew she loved Telor. Her heart and mind ached for the long dark hair, the intense brown eyes. Unfortunately Telor was blond with blue eyes. When they made love it was passionate, and Telor tried so hard to be the tiger she needed. There were just certain times a woman needed a man to be dominant and forceful. But Telor saw pain on a daily basis. He was a firefighter in the city an hour from their small town.
Telor was kind and gentle. "Chivalrous" could describe him best. Put Telor in a knight's costume, minus the sword but with a woman's favor, and that would be him in a nutshell. He was the kind of man who gave mouth-to-mouth to a smoke-filled puppy. He rescued kittens from trees. Rain once saw him save an elderly woman's purse from an open storm drain.
Most often Telor's lovemaking was sweet and sensual, which was fine to a certain extent. Rain loved how his hands danced across her body during those times. He would press his mouth to hers and drink like she was the sweetest of wines. Her creamy caramel skin looked so right against his pale flesh. On those occasions he was
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