Thirty nine

Still with his mouth on her's, Karis lowered her gently to the floor, breaking the kiss only to trail fiery kisses down her neck as she trashed about wildly driving both of them crazy then he was undoing the buttons of her oversized fighting shirt. It took him time to realize she was saying no, very softly but repeatedly as her body belied her words yet -- he could never, had never ignored a woman's wishes.

Trying to get a grip on himself and control his emotion, he pushed himself up from her yet she continued trashing about in the throes of passion, muttering the words that had stopped him in the first place -- no, over and over again till he wondered if she had been speaking to herself and not to him all along. He grabbed both of her hands and shook her firmly. "Stop it Uche -- Weruche!"

She freed her hands from his as she finally sat up, with her expression half hidden from him by her hair, her lips swollen from his kisses, she regarded him out of the corner of her eyes with a ne