GhostWalkers 10 - Samurai Game

him deep, her tongue teasing and dancing while herhands caressed and squeezed and cajoled. For a moment he closed his eyes savoring the feeling of the combination of love and lust rising. When she suckled him hard and then suddenly eased the pressure only to dance her tongue over the spot beneath the flared head, his hips picked up a rhythm he couldn’t quite stop.
    “Enough,” he hissed, before it was too late. “I’ve got plans.”
    She pouted a little, looking up at him as she reluctantly released him. “I had plans as well.”
    “Later,” he promised. “But right now . . .” He bent to lift her out of the tub. “You’re all mine, woman.” He wrapped a towel around her, giving her a quick, cursory dry before he picked her up again and brought her into their bedroom. He liked the sound of that—their bedroom. Already it smelled like heaven with whatever scent was in the lit candles.
    He gave her a little toss so that she landed on the bed, legs sprawled out. Before she could move, he was on her, following her down, pinning her beneath him. His mouth closed over her breast, suckling strongly. His tongue flicked and caressed her nipple over and over while he tugged and rolled her other nipple until her voice came out in a gasping purr and she arched her back, pushing her breast deeper into his mouth.
    He kissed his way along those filmy threads, following the web down to her belly, his hands caressing her thighs before pushing them apart. He locked down on her hips, holding her in place so he could indulge his whims. He bent his head for a long, leisurely taste. Her breath hissed out and she jumped, her hips trying to buck. He tightened his hold and took his time, licking, savoring the sweet honey spilling out of her for him.
    “Coming home to you is heaven, woman. Look at you, so beautiful. And damn, you taste so good I could snack several times a day and never get enough.”
    Her fingers fisted in his hair, the muscles in her stomach bunching. Her breath came in a series of gasping pants. “I was going to feed you properly, Sammy,” she confided.
    “You are feeding me properly.” He held her open as he bent his head to drink. His tongue drew out more honey, circled her clit while she wailed and tried to buck against the hands holding her tightly.
    Azami thought she might not survive as his mouth ravaged her. There was no other word for it. She couldn’t catch her breath or stay still, not even when he smacked her bottom, the wave of heat causing her to spill more hot cream. He murmured his appreciation, making hot, sexy noises as he lapped at her.
    His mouth was pure flame, catching her clit on fire as he teased and stroked and suckled. She clawed at his shoulders, trying to stay still but unable to comply with his silent command. He was watching her, his eyes hot and dark and heavy-lidded with lust as he drove her toward her orgasm.
    “That’s it, baby, that’s what I want. Fly for me.” He pushed his finger deep, his thumb teasing her clit as the rush overtook her. He quickly replaced his finger with his mouth, tongue driving deep, increasing the strength of her orgasm until she writhed and keened his name over and over.
    Grinning, he lifted his head and looked down at his woman. She was so beautiful with her hair coming out of that knot, spilling everywhere, her eyes glazed with pleasure, and the marks of his mouth, small strawberry brands, all over her body. He caught her easily in his hands when she started to move, flipping her over fast and hard, taking her breath. His handprint was on her buttocks, and he bent his head and nipped with his teeth right in the center of it before rubbing the sting away.
    He dragged her hips up and back, forcing her toward the edge of the bed. Her buttocks were beautiful, round and firm and so enticing. He kneaded her pretty pink cheeks before wrapping one arm around her waist to hold her, while he pushed three fingers into her slick, damp heat. She criedout, panting, pushing back into his hand, wiggling her hips to entice and tempt him.
    Sam licked his fingers greedily and then placed the head of his cock at that hot, slick opening. Azami tried to impale herself, pushing back with a small lunge, but he held her, laughing softly.
    “Do you want me, baby? How much?”
    He loved that she couldn’t stop moving, desperate to get to him, uncaring that she was shamelessly showing him how much she wanted him. He wanted her every bit as much. Her need was