Loves Redemption Kimberly Terry (i can read books TXT) 📖

He followed the sound of her soft laugh and the delicious aroma. Mark found his quary with her face buried in a covered dish.

She was in the process of peeling back the cloth covering, and eagerly picked up one of

the sliced pieces in preparation of taking a bite of the cheesy wrapped tortilla. Walking quietly behind her, he motioned with his finger for Jorge to be quiet and reached out both arms to hug her from the back, his arms crossing in front of her.

Before she could react beyond a startled jump, he’d taken a large bite of the quesadilla

from her hand, chewing noisily near her ear. After he’d swallowed, he sucked off the cheese that stuck to her fingers with a loud smack.

“Umm. Delicious,” he drew out both words.

“Hey, no fair! Get your own.” Laughing, she turned around in his loose embrace and hit

him on his chest.

As soon as she turned around, he captured her lips with his and shared the taste of the

stolen quesadilla with her. They were so caught up with one another they forgot they weren’t alone until Jorge cleared his throat and laughed.

Breaking apart, Mark sheepishly looked over Maya’s head to see the wide smile spread

across Jorge’s small face. Jorge, as well as the others at the house, had occasionally caught him kissing Maya whenever he thought the two of them were alone. In her office, the kitchen, the counseling rooms, or wherever he could try to sneak one in, he never cared where he was when he kissed her.

Mark let her go reluctantly and reached across to pull the cloth back again to take a deep

breath himself.

“I will make a plate for the both of you and bring it to your office, Doctor Maya. Now get

away from my food and out of my kitchen.” The little man shooed Mark, as well as Maya, out of the way.

“You’re an angel.” Maya kissed him on the cheek before turning to leave the kitchen with

Mark.

He gave Jorge a mock growl after Maya kissed him, making the man’s dusky cheeks

blush at the thought of Mark being jealous of him.

As soon as they reached her office, he closed the door and, leaning her against its solid

frame, gave her a sound kiss of greeting to make up for his aborted attempt in the kitchen. He smoothly parted her soft mouth with his and slipped his tongue inside.

Placing his hand at the back of her head, he pulled off the large covered band that held

her ponytail. Once loosened, he eagerly buried his hands in her hair and lightly massaged her scalp.

“Jorge will be bringing the food any minute,” she mumbled around his kisses. The

transfer of flavors from the sample of food he had eaten heightened her senses, and what had started out as a simple kiss, as usual, burned out of control within seconds.

She allowed her eyes to drift closed as she stood on tiptoe in an effort to get closer to

him. When he kissed her, he fully engaged himself in the process. His hot mouth and aggressive tongue invaded hers by alternately slipping in and pulling out.

He widened his stance and pulled her tighter against his body. She felt her breasts flatten against his chest, her belly flush against his thick penis as he deepened their kiss.

When he released his hold on her mouth and grazed his lips and teeth down the side of

her neck, she groaned. He worked his way down her chest, nuzzling the soft fabric of her blouse apart to gain access to her aching breasts.

He reached between their close fitting bodies with his hands, and unbuttoned her blouse

to fully expose her, as he lifted the twin globes in his hands. As soon as he had full access, he alternated between each tight coral-colored nipple, leisurely pulling them into his mouth. She soon was so wet that she felt the moisture ease past the elastic of her panties on to the top of her thighs and down her legs.

“You always make me feel so good,” she groaned, as he pulled and tugged on her nipples

and she felt the familiar ache, which heralded the coming of an orgasm.

Mark had become in tune to her every sexual need. With little ceremony he grabbed the

back of her head with one hand and her round tight butt with the other. He positioned her mound in perfect alignment with the hard seam of his jeans, as he ground his thick cock against her.

She threw her head back with a low moan. “Ohh. Yes … that’s good. Right there. Right

there, don’t move.” Maya moved against him feverishly, reveling in the feel of his thick erection riding against her clit. He kept his hand steady against her bottom as he alternately allowed her to ride him, while he in turn kept a tight control over her movements.

She let the sensations ride as the storm gathered inside of her body until she released on a long, keening moan. He lowered his head to hers, his mouth swallowing the sounds of her

orgasm, as he too allowed his body to release.

After her body began to quiet down after its turbulent ride, Maya became aware of her

surroundings and a slow burn of embarrassment heated her face as she lowered her forehead to his chest. A moment of silence passed between them as she kept her face down and averted from his.

“This is getting to be a habit,” she groaned, refusing to make eye contact with him.

“Sweetheart,” he laughed huskily. “What’s wrong? There’s nothing for you to feel bad

about. Whatever we share, whenever we share it, is okay because we care for each other and

we’re in a committed relationship.”

Maya was an intensely private person and her newly awakened sexuality was something

she was still coming to terms with. More than the awakening of sexuality was the awakening of an intense sexual appetite she had become