Samurai Game (53 page)

He bent his head to place his lips against her ear. “I plan to eat you up, Azami,” he informed her. “Take my time and just enjoy myself.”

Her eyes went darker than ever, turning to liquid. Her lips parted slightly as her breath turned a little ragged.

“Did you visit with any of the women in between holding off an assault and assassinating traitors?” His fingers stroked her thigh as he ran the water down her slender legs.

She nodded. “I liked them very much. I’m getting to know Lily, and Flame is very nice as well. Lily let me spend time with Daniel, and I’ve decided having a child is worth the worry.”

He laughed softly. “I noticed.”

She blushed. “I met Saber, from Team Two. We knew each other as children. She’s a couple of years older than me and was good to me. It was nice to fight alongside her and catch up on her life. Her husband is very nice. I’m happy for her.”

“Were they all welcoming?” he asked. His voice had gone husky. Washing her body, paying attention to shadows and hollows, using the water to thoroughly clean her, yet deliberately teasing her body with hands, mouth, and water had aroused him as much as it had her. He handed her the spray nozzle and sank down onto the little wooden stool.

“They were very welcoming, Sam,” she said. “I’m going to love living here. Daiki and Eiji feel they can make this a second home.”

She took her time, her movements unhurried and thorough. He didn’t expect less from her. Caring for him was important to her, and she made certain that she attended him very thoroughly. This time, when she was washing his groin, her fingers and mouth were every bit as busy as the sea sponge, not so subtly paying him back for his arousing ministrations.

When she put down the spray nozzle and did that thing with her hair, knotting it up on her head before stepping into the steaming hot water, he realized that she had not only changed his world, but she’d changed him. He
loved
his home. He loved Azami and the way she cared for him. She didn’t try to hide that she was overjoyed to see him or that she wanted his body every bit as much as he wanted hers.

This time, while they soaked in the tub, he allowed his mind to play out erotic fantasies, sharing them with her. The hot water had heated her skin to a rose color so he couldn’t tell if she was blushing at his fantasies, but she shyly added a few details of her own that robbed him of his breath.

When he stepped from the tub, mostly because he
had
to have her again, his fist circled his pulsing cock, stroking with intent. Even though they’d made love hard and fast, it wasn’t enough for him. He felt as if he might explode any moment. “Baby, you’re going to have to help me out.”

“You’re very impatient,” she observed, one eyebrow shooting up.

“Kneel up in the bathtub,” Sam said, one hand anchoring in her hair, tilting her head back just a bit. “I need to feel your mouth around me. Just for a moment and then I swear, I’ll be all about finishing cleansing the spirit.”

That was a blatant lie. His mind wasn’t going to be cleansed. Erotic pictures continued to dance in his head. He couldn’t help it. Her body was there for the taking. His. Displayed only for him with her exotic tattoos and beautiful, delicate curves. There was no way to get rid of those pictures in his head, or the monster of a hard-on her ministrations had put there.

Azami slowly complied with his request, her movements flowing and graceful. He urged her head forward. Her hands were warm from the water, slowly surrounding the girth of his cock, and he sighed with relief. Her soft little hands felt a hell of a lot better than his had. She didn’t have to do too much to put him in paradise. He watched her every movement. He’d never felt so much of a man as in that moment.

“I closed my eyes for five minutes out there in that jungle and all I could think about was this. How your mouth felt on me, the way you loved me. Show me right now.” He nudged at her sinful lips with the head of his cock.

Azami smiled at his impatience, at his obvious hunger. He knew she deliberately waited a heartbeat, letting time stretch out before she slowly opened her mouth and licked at the pearly drops waiting just for her. His body jerked involuntarily. He anchored both fists in her hair, holding her to him.

Azami laughed softly, echoing the blissful sound he had made earlier. Simultaneously she drew hard flesh into the heat of her mouth so that the sound vibrated through his burning cock and traveled through his body, rocking him. He threw back his head and howled, making her laugh again.

He’d never learned to play like this. Never. He had never even considered it. Azami gave him such joy. She made life at home fun. He realized that element had been sadly lacking. He came home to an empty, dark house and sat in a chair reading his books or researching on the computer. There had never been the sound of laughter, or a woman who made him feel loved.

Azami loved him with that soft, sinful mouth of hers, taking him deep, her tongue teasing and dancing while her hands 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 cried out, 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 an aphrodisiac, taking his lust and pleasure to a new high.

He took his time, slowly, oh, so slowly, pushing into her. He was long and thick and so damned hard, and she was exquisitely tight and fiery hot. He heard the growl rumbling in his chest when her silken sheath bit down on him, wrapping him in flaming silk.

He pulled back with equal slowness, a study in control, refusing to allow her hips to follow him as he nearly drew out of her before taking that slow, hot ride back while her body gripped him tightly, contracting and moving as if that silken sheath was alive.

She gave a little moan of protest, trying desperately to force him to speed up his pace. He craved her, hunger clawing deep, ripping at his belly, his body every bit as desperate, but he took his time, enjoying the way his hungry cock disappeared into paradise while flames ate his shaft.

He rubbed her bottom once, and then smacked her bottom lightly again just to feel that flair of honeyed heat flowing around him, hot and bright. She thrashed and pleasure burst through him. He plunged hard and deep. She cried out as her muscles clenched him tightly, hips rocking back to meet the brutal thrust. His cock burned, pushing through all those hot, tight folds, stretching her, going deeper than he’d ever managed.

“Is this wild enough for you?” he asked gruffly.

Azami lay facedown, chanting his name almost mindlessly while his cock slammed into her over and over, harder and harder. “More,” she gasped.

The frantic pace set up a hot friction that sent sensation rushing to every part of her body, until there wasn’t a place on her body that wasn’t frantic for release. The heat from his hand only added to the erotic miracle he was giving her. Every thrust brought his shaft dragging over her enflamed muscles until every muscle tightened, pressure building like a tsunami. The explosion sent quake after quake ripping through her body. Her muscles convulsed around his thick cock, clamping down, taking him with her over the edge.

His hoarse cry was torn from his throat as his own body erupted like a volcano. He lay over the top of her, fighting for his breath while he tried to calm his pounding heart. He nuzzled her long hair out of the way to kiss the nape of her neck and then follow that beautiful bird across her shoulders with a trail of kisses. Beneath him, she shivered, aftershocks rocking both of them. He wanted to stay right where he was while her body contracted around his, sending pulses of pleasure through him. He was sated for the moment, drained, feeling relaxed and unbelievably happy. He was home.

“I love you, Azami, so much.” He poured the emotion he felt, the intensity of it, into her mind, sharing with her the feeling he couldn’t quite find a way to express.

She collapsed completely onto the bed, his body on top of hers so that he knew he had to force himself up before he crushed her. With great reluctance he slowly stood, allowing his cock to slide from that secret haven. Immediately Azami turned over, looking up at him with her dark eyes filled with love for him. In his mind, he felt that same intensity he’d given to her.

“You’re sure, baby?” he asked. “You’re really sure I’m what you want? I can be rough and we might be apart for long periods of time. You have to be sure, Azami. If you commit to me . . .”

“Didn’t that feel like commitment to you, Sam?” she asked, her voice and demeanor once again serene. “I want your child growing in me. I want to live here, with you. I know we’ll be apart; you’re a soldier, and I have to continue on the path set before me, but I think that path is with you.”

“Then you’ll marry me immediately?”

She sat up slowly and pushed at the silky hair tumbling around her face. “I have promised you marriage and I don’t go back on my promises.” She suddenly looked alarmed. “Oh, Sam. I was cooking dinner for you and I’ve forgotten it entirely. It’s probably ruined.”

“You know how to cook too?” he asked.

She regarded him somberly for a long moment. “Yes. When I can keep my mind on what I’m doing, which clearly, when you’re around, I can’t.”

He laughed, happiness bursting through him like a bright rocket. “Go take a shower. I’ll see if I can salvage the dinner.”

She rolled off the bed and started toward the bathroom. She half turned in the doorway, her tattoos gleaming in the candlelight. She sent him that small, mysterious smile that always set his heart racing. “I
love
you wild, Sam.”

He watched her go, that fluid grace, her hair snaking down her back to below her waist, and his heart ached with pure contentment. He had found home and it wasn’t the wooden structure surrounding him, it was a little slip of a woman who had forever taken his heart.

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