War Angel - Pillow Talk

Excerpt from "War Angel" 

by Keith Kareem Williams

I've decided to share one of the steamier scenes today. (I really love this book) This one was taken from CHAPTER 23 - Pillow Talk. It takes place after wild events that took place in the previous chapter. Sorry, I can't tell you too much without giving away the story. Enjoy and as always, feel free to leave comments or share the link if you like it.

“I don’t see why. I don’t love you any less. If anything, I’m even closer to you now more than ever,” he answered.

“I don’t feel like that. I feel like there’s this open space between us that keeps getting wider and wider. What happens when we can’t close that space?” she asked.

“That will never happen.”

“How can you say that when that’s exactly what’s happening now? I know you and I know that you’re hiding something from me!” she insisted with conviction.

Lenox didn’t answer with words. Instead, he held her face and kissed her. She was still angry so at first she resisted but slowly surrendered. She closed her eyes as the sensation of his rough hands against her soft cheeks soothed her. After the long kiss, he put his lips to her closed eyelids, first one and then the other. He tasted the tears that had started to build up behind them. He kissed her cheek, following the path of the first that had fallen. He felt her body relax as he undid the buttons on her pajama top and then fondled her naked breasts. She let out a deep sigh as one of his hands wandered down her side, then her hip and eventually slipped into her panties to the wetness between her legs. Instinctively she opened her thighs to allow him to explore her with his fingers. He felt her pulse as he slipped two of them inside her most feminine place, aside from her heart. Her sighs became moans as he continued to touch her exactly the way she liked it. He knew his woman’s body better than anyone else. Excited and impatient, she reached down and grabbed him between his legs. As she felt the bulge in his boxer-briefs grow, it made her wetter. Slowly, she massaged his front. She felt him get harder and harder until her body starved for more than just his fingers. She shoved her hand into his underwear and wrapped her hands around the shaft of his throbbing, masculine flesh. She began to stroke and squeeze with just the right amount of pressure to make his blood pump faster. She knew his body just as well as he knew hers.

“I love you,” he mumbled with her breast in his mouth.

She answered by pushing him down on his back and burying her face in his lap. He put his hand on top of her head as she kissed and licked his inner thigh. She teased him and took his swollen penis in her hands. She smiled with her eyes closed and held it to the side of her face. She looked up at him and he looked down at her. Against her cheek she could feel him throbbing and was she was aroused by the lust in his eyes. That wasn’t surprising because, after all, he was a man with hot blood coursing through his veins. She became sad for a moment because she couldn’t find the look in his eyes that told the story of his heart that he claimed still loved her as fiercely as he always had.

He bit his bottom lips as she began to kiss his manhood, first at the base and then up the length of it to the tip where moisture had started to glisten. After another tender peck from her lips, she used her tongue to taste him. He slightly thrust his hips to suggest and almost beg that she do what they both knew she was down there to do. Instead, she stuck out her tongue and backed away with a thin thread of glistening saliva still connecting her tongue to his tip. It broke and dripped from her lips to her chin. She smiled but didn’t wipe it off. She knew what he liked. The look on his face pleaded for her to keep going. She closed her eyes and took him into her wet, willing mouth. At first, the inside of her mouth was cold and the sensation was amazing for him. She began to work up and down, taking him a little deeper every time. He watched her mouth stretch and open wide as she wrapped her lips around him. The vibration of her moans as she pleased him drove him crazy. She moved faster when she used her hands but slowed down when she wanted to take him deeper so she wouldn’t choke.

Lenox grabbed a handful of her hair as she brought him closer to the brink of an explosive climax. He stopped her just in time. He held her chin gently so he could bring her face close to his to kiss her. Then he laid her down on her back. He ran his tongue slowly across her tummy. He knew that she was self-conscious about her stomach because she didn’t have the rock-hard abdominals of the gym-obsessed types but he loved how soft hers was. She put her hands on his head, loving the way he used his mouth tickle her in random places. The stubble from his beard tickled her skin as he worked his way below her navel. Once he reached her inner thighs, goose-bumps covered her skin. What he did with his mouth and the places he planted his kisses were part of their regular, erotic routine but somehow it felt different to her this time. His grip on her thighs was firmer and there was more purpose in the passion of his lips. Her heart raced and she wasn’t ashamed to grind her vagina against his face, her body possessed by the pleasure she felt. She breathed heavily and bit her bottom lip as he wet his fingers with her juices. The sight of him tasting his fingers afterwards sent a sensual shiver through her body. Then he buried his face between her legs again and she covered her mouth to muffle her screams. She became light-headed and if she didn’t know better, she would have thought that she might float off the mattress. She grabbed her own breasts and squeezed her nipples. His tongue was strong enough to put the perfect amount of pressure in just the right places to drive her insane with pleasure. She writhed under the intensity of everything he made her feel. He could feel her body tremble and tasted how much she liked it as she exploded like a broken dam. She giggled because she knew that she was the reason why his lips and chin were soaking wet.

“I love you,” he told her again.

Before Jahaira could answer, both of his arms were behind both of her knees and her legs had been raised high in the air. She had even less leverage than before and he devoured her more passionately. Her eyes rolled back and she felt high. He used his tongue, lips and kisses to express how much he loved her. Before she realized it, her legs were shaking and pushed back so far that her ankles were close to her ears. She grabbed his ears and opened her mouth wide to scream but no sound came out as she felt another orgasm coming. Her body constricted and went stiff, just as she was about to flow like a waterfall. Lenox stopped suddenly and stood up. She wanted to kill him until he grabbed both of her legs and dragged her to the edge of the bed. Before the feeling of her interrupted orgasm had a chance to pass, he buried his manhood deep inside her. He scraped all of her walls and hit the bottom of her womanhood. While inside her, he intended to stroke every ounce of doubt about his love out of her. There were ways to say I love you without words and some of the best ways didn’t require any. He was determined to fill any and every open space that she believed had developed between them. Her climax drenched him and he seemed to swell even more inside her when he felt it. Finally, she creamed his name, over and over. He slowed his rhythm to make love to her gently as she came. When her walls stopped contracting, he began to go harder again. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down so that he would be closer to her. His face was buried in her breasts. Her walls gripped him like a vice as he climaxed. She felt as if she had taken a part of his soul when he did. He felt the same way and he wanted her to keep it. He had lost so much of himself against his will recently that it was much safer with her. Exhausted, he collapsed on the bed beside her.

“I’m sorry for how I’ve been acting lately. None of it is your fault. You’ve been going through enough without my issues adding to it. I never meant to hurt you. I never want to hurt you,” he told her.

“You’re like a tattoo. I don’t mind the pain that comes with having you permanently a part of me,” she answered.

Jahaira lovingly wrapped her arms and legs around him. Lenox loathed himself for trusting her with everything in the world but the truth.

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