Free Biker Chick by Dakota Knight Page B

across the threshold into his house. I moaned in disappointment as our lips unlocked and he lowered me back to the ground. He closed the door and glared at me. His eyes displayed an expression of passion I had never seen before.
    He reached for me again. His kisses were more passionate, his caresses more forced. His fingers seemed to be everywhere at once, making my body tingle with pleasure. And then something came over me . . . over both of us. Our gentle foreplay turned into a ravenous display of lust. I ripped off his beater and he ripped open my jacket. He twirled me around and pushed me up against the door. When my jacket fell to the floor, he reached for my tits, teasing my nipples as he continued kissing me deeply. The sensations were almost too much for me. I dug my fingers into his skin as the warmth began to spread through me. Ray ravaged my neck, my tits, my stomach, devouring me with his lips and tongue. I couldn’t do anything but enjoy what he was doing to me . . . showing me what a woman should feel like when she’s with a man.
    I don’t know how I ended up naked and on the floor of Ray’s foyer. I was so caught up in the pleasure of being led, that nothing else mattered. I yelled out when Ray took one of my nipples into his mouth, squeezing and sucking on it while at the same time, reaching down to rub the heart of me. That was the first time I exploded. But it wouldn’t be the last.
    As Ray’s lips traveled down my stomach, leaving a trail of wet warmth I savored, I trembled with anticipation as his head nestled between my legs and his tongue went to work again. I held on for dear life as Ray tried to take me to another world, moving in and out, sucking and lapping. He didn’t let up until I shivered again. The release was exquisite. And there was more in store.
    As Ray relaxed to remove the final barriers between us, I stared at him through pleasure-filled eyes. He looked at me too, and our eyes held a conversation expressing apology and regret. I reached for him, ready to help him take his jeans off, but he pushed my hands away. His eyes sent another message: that he was the man, and that he was in control. It was his turn to take the reigns. I let him.
    Finally, when we were both bare and heated, he spread my legs and pressed against me. Ray was big and thick, but I was ready, and when he entered me, I couldn’t contain my emotion. I yelled out his name as he began to stroke in and out of me. I tried to match his pace, but he overwhelmed me. I gave in to the essence of it all, let him fill me up. He began to move faster, and I thought I would split in half. He shifted me into different positions, but still kept up the pace, making up for all the time we’d been apart.
    I could tell when he was ready to let go, to give in to his own pleasure. He began to groan louder, and then he called out my name. And with one final stroke, he began to shiver against me, and I kissed him gently as the waves of his release passed through him.
    Afterward, we held each other, our arms and legs intertwined. I didn’t want to move even though we were on a hard floor that was growing colder by the minute. I caressed Ray and continued to press my lips against his salt-tinged skin. He pressed against me and I could feel him becoming aroused again. I looked at him and smiled. The night was young. And what else can I say except . . . there aren’t many things better in this world than make-up sex!

Chapter Ten
    I felt a love that I thought could conquer all . . .
    â€œI think I should give you another name,” Ray said to me a week after we got back together. Things had been wonderful between us. We did talk about the letter. He claimed he didn’t know who sent it. I asked him about Trina. He looked me straight in the eyes and said, “That’s over and done. Totally over.” I believed him. I had to decide whether to keep digging deeper or to let it go. I finally