The Shadow Box

The Shadow Box BY Alexis Ke

EXCERPT

“Ah, damn, baby. Why do you have on so many clothes?” His voice slid across her, heating her to the core, or was it from the core to the outside. Afryca Leigh wasn’t sure. The only thing she was sure of at that precise moment was if he didn’t get inside her quickly she was going to die.

She opened her mouth to answer Simon when the sound of her tee shirt ripping snapped her mouth shut. She fanned her head from right to left, trying to make sense of it. The pleasure this man gave her was like nothing she’d ever felt before and probably never would again. Nonetheless, she wanted, needed more.

Simon pressed his mouth, his glorious mouth with those full, soft lips between her cleavage. She attempted to suck in a steadying breath but it was of no use to her. Her heart slammed against her ribs. Her lungs burned. He was killing her.

“I can’t wait to taste you.” He glanced up toward her face, winked and then lowered his head to her already hardened nipple.

He twirled his tongue around her nipple, sucked it into his mouth and nipped it. Her body jack knifed off the sofa, a moan poured from her throat.

“I gotta take this to the bed,” he said as he lifted her in one swift move, and cradled her to his body.

Sweat beaded his forehead and dripped down the chiseled muscles of his chest. This wasn’t happening. She’d dreamt of this day for over a year. She’d been invisible to Simon for as long as she’d known him. Sure they were friends, best friends, but you didn’t screw your best friends… or did you.

“Do you want me to stop?”

God no! Afryca shook her head.

“Then open your eyes and look at me.”

“I ca-can’t.”

“Than I’ll make you.” She felt her body press against the mattress of the bed, felt his body slid in beside her.

Immediately his mouth was on her. Tasting. Teasing. Pleasing. He kissed his way to her nipples, giving each one his undivided attention until her moans fractured the sounds of his breathing. He caught her nipple between teeth and tongue and tugged. The throbbing of her clit rippled to the magnitude of a megaton bomb, yet still it wasn’t enough. He licked his way to her stomach, a slow torture.

“Please Simon. Don’t tease.”

“This isn’t a tease, Afryca. This is a promise.” His hands pressed her knees apart until they were almost touching the mattress. He pressed his mouth to the lower pit of her stomach.

Please. If he does what I’m thinking…

“You still have on too many clothes.” His fingers of one hand slid between the lace fabric of her panty and skin while the other hand held her hips. His mouth kissed each inner thigh and then her heat. The panty was of no obstacle. “Lift your hips for me baby.” Her panty slid away without pause.

“Please, Simon. I can’t stand it.”

His tongue flicked across her already throbbing bud and her mind fractured. Prisms of pleasure shot through her body, escalating her heartbeat to fever pitch.

“You like that baby,” he asked as his tongued slid slowly from one end of her heat to the other. It pressed against the opening and of her pussy and paused. He lifted his head and inhaled. “Damn, you smell sweet. Taste even better.” His tongue slid across her again.

“Oh, God. Simon please,” she was reduced to begging for release. She reached out, tried to grasp his head, still his motions.

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