S. K. Lessly's Book Excerpts

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I put my phone down next to me and made myself another drink. It went off again, but I didn't bother looking at it. Twenty minutes later, after my second or third drink (I had lost count), Bradley and all his glory walked into the suite. I watched him in his tan slacks and white linen shirt that seemed to have been unbuttoned more than where it was the last time I saw him.

I kept my eyes on him as he removed his shirt, leaving only his tank style t-shirt. He walked up next to me and made himself a drink. I refused to look at him; I just sat down on the stool that was next to me and kept my eyes forward. I refused to allow his presence, his closeness to affect me.

I felt his eyes on me though and it was so unnerving.

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" I heard him say.

"Nothing to tell," I replied keeping my eyes straight ahead.

"You know you have nothing to worry about right?"

I shot him a look of annoyance and rolled my eyes. "You're right, Bradley, I don't, and I don't care what you do either. I've told you that already."

"Yes you did."

"Yeah, so you're right; there's nothing to worry about, and there's nothing to tell," I added.

"So why are you giving me the cold shoulder? I mean, if there's nothing to tell and there's no way your jealous..."

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Fuck you! I'm not jealous of anyone!"

He smirked at me. "Right. You've said that too."

 I got up off the stool pissed off all over again. "Yes, that's right.  None of those fake ass skanks had anything over me.  My tits are real and so is my ass..." I grabbed each to bring home the point. "And if you can't tell that or see me than that's your damn problem; not mine.  I'm going to bed."

I walked toward my bedroom hoping I wouldn't stumble. However, I didn't get far. Brad grabbed me and hoisted me up over his shoulders.

"What the hell are you doing?! Put me down!" I snapped.

I struggled in his arms, feeling humiliated, but the moment I felt his hand on my ass and the subsequent smack that followed, I had stopped moving and actually creamed between my legs at the same time.

What?

He dropped me on the stool, moved my legs apart, and positioned himself between them. He leaned into me, brought his hand up into my hair and gripped me tight. My lips parted slightly, as he leaned my head back to force my eyes to his, pinning my body against his.  At first, I was put off with his brusque way of handling me, but the moment I saw a look in his eyes come over him, I no longer cared.

He moved even closer, bringing our lips inches from one another. "You don't think I see you?"

I didn't reply...

He moved his head down and lightly touched his lips to my neck, moving my head so he could have better access to me. I closed my eyes as a feeling of warmth flooded my body, the touch from his lips made every nerve ending in my body come alive in the most erotic way I had ever felt. I was wet from him simply kissing and sucking my neck... holy shit! I gripped the legs of the stool, trying to ease some of the throbbing between my legs, but I was trying not to touch him. I couldn't touch him; afraid I would wake up or lose the feeling that has now reached between my legs as he continues his featherlike touches to my neck.

He met my eyes again. "Ayana, ever since I was thirteen, all I've ever seen is you." His eyes fell to my lips and he slowly moved toward them.

When his lips finally touched mine, I finally exhaled from a lifetime of never breathing around him. As he kissed me, I felt his hand release my hair and reach for my hands, which were gripped tight around the stool.  He moved my arms up and around his neck, and I lost all control as he deepened our kiss ... or maybe it was me who'd deepened the kiss. I couldn't tell you. All I know is, God, he felt so good.  My hands fisted in his hair as our tongues tasted each other for the first time.

He moved his hands along my thighs and as they came around to my ass, he broke our kiss. "Put your legs around me, Ana."

I obeyed and he lifted me, carrying me into my bedroom. His hands caressed my back slowing, and I couldn't wait to feel his hands all over me. Then, suddenly, I felt him grip my dress and yank hard.

I stopped kissing him and looked in his burning blue-grey eyes. "I didn't feel a zipper," he exclaimed.

I smiled and shook my head, feeling air against my now bare back."You know this was my friend's dress."

"I'll buy her another one," he replied before his lips found mine again.

I watched mesmerized as the man of my dreams laid me down on the bed.  I watched the change in his eyes take over as he slowly removed the torn dress off my body. I couldn't tell you what type of thoughts crossed his mind. When his eyes raked over my body, they grew wide a bit and his hands instantly went to my chest. He slowly caressed me, dragging his hand down the center of my breastbone to under each breast.  It was as if he was memorized with how I felt underneath his heated touch. My body flooded with goose bumps even though I was on fire. No matter what he used to touch me - his lips, his tongue, his hands - my body exploded with pleasures never imagined.  He commanded me that night. He controlled me and destroyed me in ways he couldn't possibly understand.

In my dreams, I wished for this moment. I wanted it more than I wanted to breathe. I wanted him to want me, and here I was watching him remove his t-shirt and pants.  I watched him bend over and slowly kiss my thighs as he moved up to my center.  I watched fascinated as he took over my body and gave me something that my dreams never prepared me for.

I wasn't ready to be fucked so thoroughly with his tongue.  I wasn't ready to then be kissed with so much desire and passion that I was going out of my mind.  And I wasn't ready for the sudden softness and gentleness that overcame him the moment he entered me.

I instantly closed my eyes and breathed as he invaded my body, filling me with such a glorious finality. I opened my eyes just as I knew he felt the resistance my body gave him.

He stopped moving and looked down at me. "Ana," he said softly.

I tried to close my eyes tighter, fighting back the tears that I knew were forming. I shook my head and said, albeit softly, "Please don't stop, Bradley... Please..."

He caressed my face and kissed me. This kiss was soft, sensual and amazing. He pledged to me, just inches above my lips, "I'll be gentle, Ana... I'll be gentle."