Never had she experienced the sensations he was now arousing in her. Not even their lovemaking in New Mexico had been this furious. The more he saturated her sex with his fervent tongue, the tighter her body became, rocking with him. She held her breasts in place, rubbing the hardened points until they were almost raw. And then, with a combination of his magic and her own hands, she came hard, shivering and arching her back to the point where she felt she would break.
Once her orgasm subsided, Darrius’s hands slid up and down her moist body, rubbing her back and breasts. He needed to kiss her. Now.
Their lips met in wild, sweet sweeps, and Justine’s tongue strokes continued down his body, tasting the sweet delights painted on him. Love had never really crossed her path before, and now had come with a vengeance. She felt the need to succumb to any and all things this man wanted her to. She would love him in ways that had never crossed her mind before. Her quest to please beyond reality began.
His nipples tasted like velvety dark chocolate as her tongue glided across one, and then the other. The feel of the hardened peaks brought the intense winding within her core again, but she knew she had to control it. Her mission was to save her feelings for the ultimate orgasm—with Darrius filling her endlessly. But no, with a man like him, one simple touch anywhere on her body would set her off, and it did.
Needing to taste more of this outstanding man, she licked further down his chest, creasing each square of his six-pack abdomen, and watched him stretch to the pleasure. His stomach tightened and she fell into a quick, tasty release, again, moaning to the intense pleasure of it.
The pressure of his taut erection began to purge against the suede of the handmade jockstrap. He knew release was but moments away, yet he let Justine’s wicked tongue torment him. The feel of her hair against his chest as she licked around the parameter of the cloth drove him to distraction.
Justine’s fingers struggled with the ties at either side of his breechcloth, and he helped her by pulling hard on the knots. The material released, and he felt her eyes feasting on an engorged, clothed erection. Darrius rested his head on the pillow, knowing what was sure to happen next, to be totally taken by the only woman he wanted to be submissive to. However, there was one catch, and he couldn’t wait to be witness to her response.
Justine wrapped her hand around the suede erection and pulled in a milking fashion. His muscles flexed to her prowess and she smiled, being so proud to make a man as powerful as Darrius react to her every whim. When her hand moved forcefully to the tip of his manhood, something stopped her. A hard surface graced her fingers. She questioned, “What are you wearing?”
“A stiff erection and nothing more.”
She felt the hard surface at the base of his tip again. “Come on! I’m worked up enough already. Don’t tease me beyond my limits.”
“That I love doing, and your face is so beautiful in the process of it. But since you’re certain something other than my flesh is down there, look for yourself.”
Not knowing what to expect, Justine slowly pulled the suede sleeve from his swelling rod. Sparkling and dangling from a thin silver chain attached to his breechcloth was a gold engagement band encircled with chips of turquoise and rubies. Hardly able to speak or breathe, she stared at it.
Darrius lifted her chin, drawing her face close to his. “I just have a few things to say to you, darling. Marry me. Be the reason I get out of bed each morning and the reason I get into it at night.” He watched her throat bob up and down in a mixture of emotions. “Just say yes to me, Justine, and I promise to be the best husband a woman can have.”
Still speechless, she stared into his loving eyes. She slowly retrieved the band from the chain and slipped it onto her finger. “It fits perfectly.”
“Like we do.” He sat up on the bed as best he could, and took her hand. “What’s your answer? Are you going to be mine, or will you let my stupid mistake cost us?”
“Your behavior wasn’t a mistake and you know it, Darrius. I never should have gone beyond the main road at Red Rock. I knew it was dangerous, and I should have listened to you.”
“I was awfully harsh with you and I regret it.”
“You did what had to be done. Maybe things had to happen this way, Darrius. How else would we know there is no one else for either of us? Love and absence make the heart grow fonder. We both experienced these things.” She moved back on top of him. “I was so miserable without you, Darrius. I cried every day, and sometimes all night.”
“Then why didn’t you call me?”
“Fear of rejection.”
“Like me. I missed you, too, Justine, probably more than any man could miss a woman. When I saw you on television, I knew I had to have you, but didn’t know how to get you back. So,” he kissed her ringed finger, “I had this ring made.”
“You did?”
He placed her hand over his heart, waiting for the right answer to his question. “What are you going to do, be my wife or the proverbial one who got away?”
“I don’t run as fast as I used to, but if I ran, it would be straight into your arms. I love you, Darrius, and I would be honored to be your wife—as soon as possible.” She looked at the stunning ring again. “I love my ring, and I love my man, but do you know what I love most—at the moment?”
He smiled and lay back. “I do, and it’s still waiting for you.”
“Smart man.”
Darrius took what he needed by raising her upper leg, and guiding himself deeply into her moist and hungry femininity. The deeper he moved into her, the more he could feel every part of her. He was a snug, delicious fit, and the more he moved inside her, the more he felt himself losing control of the situation. His willpower was gone, governed by Justine Roberts-Paretti, soon to be Justine Red Sky. She had awakened everything in him that was purely male, and for the first time in ages, he was glad a woman had been able to break through his hard exterior. He had a heart once again—and it all belonged to her now.
Both rocked against one another, side by side in a frenzied explosion. He wrapped Justine’s leg around his hip for better advantage and kissed her, matching his kisses with each thrust. Their tongues coiled, danced, serenaded until their bodies could take no more, and they both tumbled into heated convulsions that shook their existence.
* * *
Wet, satisfied bodies lay together, still attached and not daring to disengage. Justine looked into Darrius’ sleepy eyes and smiled. “How did I manage to get so blessed to have a man like you for a husband?”
“It was destiny. I know it was for me.” He kissed her again. “There will never be another woman for me, Justine, and I’ll do anything in my power to keep you.”
“You have me, baby, and it is forever.”
“That’s what I love hearing.”
Darrius saw a sudden quizzical look on her face and asked, “What is it?”
“How did you get this beautiful ring to stay attached to your strap without losing it?”
“I have my ways, but just know it was meant never to be removed unless by you.”
“You must have walked in here with an erection in order to keep the chain in place.”
He kissed her ringed finger. “My love, all I need is to think of you, and the erection is sure to come. I plan to have a lot of them for the next hundred years or so.”
“That long?”
“That long.”
