Loves Redemption by Kimberly Terry (best books to read for teens .TXT) 📕

“And?” The strident voice demanded an elaboration.

“She wasn’t sure how to take it I don’t think,” he answered, afraid of the look in Jaime’s

eyes.

“What do you mean she didn’t know how to take it?”

“I … I … mean at first she umm, didn’t know who it was from, and … and … I think it

unnerved her a little,” he finally spit out the answer.

He wasn’t sure how to tell the truth, wasn’t sure how it would be taken. Jaime was so

unpredictable. That was one of the reasons he was couldn’t walk away, no matter how odd their relationship.

“But in the end?”

“She loved them,” he lied. He thought of the consequences if he got caught lying, and

amended his statement. “When I left she had them in her office.”

“You left before Dr. Richardson did? Why?’ A hard edge crept into Jaime’s voice,

making it lose all softness.

“He was on his way in. I got out just as he was pulling in and he almost hit me. He barely missed seeing me.” To his own ears, his voice had risen to an uncomfortable- sounding squeak.

“Did he see you?” Jaime slowly and seductively walked over to him, wearing nothing but a short, see-thru red lacy robe, and matching red spiked heels.

Sitting next to him on the bed, Jaime stroked and fondled him, which made him loose his

concentration and not really focus on the questions he was asked.

“Uh no. I don’t think so. He was too focused on getting in to see her.”

He grimaced in sudden pain and glanced down to see in the middle of stroking him,

Jaime’s hand tightened on his penis, sinking short manicured nails into the sensitive skin close to his balls.

“Sorry, baby. I’ll make it all better.”

Jaime kneeled before him and took his stiff penis into a willing red mouth, and proceeded

to make it all better, and reaffirmed to James why he stayed in the unusual relationship.

He leaned back with a heartfelt groan, and forgot all about the odd demands and

idiosyncrasies of their relationship, and allowed Jaime to do what Jaime did best.

CHAPTER 37

The bedroom door opened and closed, and unafraid, Maya called out, “I don’t keep any

money in the house, or any jewelry other than the costume variety, so you’re wasting your time.”

She paused, with her brush suspended in mid-air, before she continued to stroke it down the length of her curls as she sat on the small padded stool of her vanity.

There was a pause, and the hiss of the vanilla-scented candle was the only sound in the

bathroom for a long time, before he answered, “What do you have, that I may find, valuable?”

The overhead lights went out, and the only lighting in her bedroom was given from the

glow of the candles she’d lit before she’d stepped into the bath.

Hands came to rest on her shoulders, and leisurely moved down her arms in a sweet

caress. He ended at the tips of her fingers only to work his way just as slowly back up. She leaned back in the stool and allowed the brush to fall to the carpeted floor.

Turned around and bodily lifted, she was placed on the bathroom counter. Beneath the

sheer robe, her naked bottom came into contact with the cool porcelain. She gave an involuntary shiver, her hands gripping his thick biceps for support.

“Are you cold sweetheart? Do you need me to warm you up?” His hot breath scorched

her neck.

Without waiting for her to answer, he spread her legs farther apart as he kneeled between

her thighs. Moving the silky fabric of her teddy aside, with reverence, he brushed his hand over the springy hairs guarding the soft V at the top of her legs.

He moved his hands back and forth, avoiding actual contact with that part she desperately

needed for him to touch.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take his teasing any more, when she was close to

begging for his touch, he leaned forward and awarded her with a slow, sure stroke of his tongue.

His hungry gaze traveled the length of her body with such a mixture of possession, lust,

and love that she closed her eyes, barely able to handle the heated excitement it created in her.

After spreading her legs further apart, he gently placed them on his shoulders and leaned

back in to continue his sensual assault, this time using both tongue and lips. Her body went weak, her breath coming in short puffs of air. He relentlessly continued laving her, his hair tickling the soft sensitive skin of her inner thigh.

“Stop,” she breathed. Her voice was barely audible above the hiss of the candles. “Please.

I don’t think I can take much more.”

He reluctantly raised his head. “You can take it. You can take it, and more,” he promised

and leaned down to kiss her mouth.

He lifted her from the counter, without giving up the connection with her lips, and carried her into the dark bedroom. As her legs untangled from his waist, he pushed aside the sheer robe and placed a hot kiss in the vacated spot near her collarbone.

Standing on tiptoe she pressed her tightly swollen breasts against his chest, and coiled her arms around his head. She ground her body back and forth against his, her body aching, and on fire for his touch.

She excited him beyond anything he’d ever known, her slow grind made his body burn

and ache, swelling to proportions that bordered on painful.

With a groan, he grabbed both sides of her hips and lowered her unto his painfully hard

cock, penetrating her deeply. After he adjusted her body on his, he let her ride, allowing her to set the pace for their loving.

He could tell when she was nearing her completion. A fine sheen of perspiration coated

her light brown skin, pooling into a single drop, perched on the tip of her bow-shaped upper lip.

As her