Keesha

The lights were dim and Anita Baker’s Sweet Love played softly in the background.  Countless bouquets of fragrant red roses filled every open space in the room.  The floor was carpeted in a bed of rose petals that veered off in a trail into the bedroom.

Warm hands slid gently up her bare back, caressing and kneading her flesh.  Keesha smiled and began to turn his way when she sensed, rather than felt, him shake his head.  She gave herself up to the moment and placed herself in his care.

Immediately Keesha felt the heat of a hard male body at her back.  His arousal throbbed against her and she ground lightly against him in response.  The low, raspy groan she elicited thrilled her and she repeated the act once more.

The next response was to be hers, however.  Even as one masculine hand tenderly directed her eyes closed, the other slid from her waist and found the warm heat between her thighs.  First one finger, then another eased inside her, stroking her in a lazy rhythm.  Keesha’s stance widened in unspoken invitation.

She uttered a small sound of protest when their bodies broke contact.  But a trail of wet, hot kisses soon told Keesha that he had a definite destination in mind.  She savored each kiss as he moved lower and lower down her body.

Keesha did not need to open her eyes to picture him there kneeling before her like some blond god.  Like her, his blazing blue eyes would be shut as he gave himself up to loving her.  They did not need sight. 

Her body jerked as he reached his goal.  His warm mouth closed upon her tender flesh and Keesha felt his strong tongue as it darted inside her.  “Ahhh…” Her strangled cry seemed to spur him on.  “Yesss…”

Instinctively Keesha reached for his head.  Her fingers became buried in thick, silky locks and she opened her eyes in surprise.  The lover so skillfully tasting her body was not Jason Morgan, but Andresj’ Cassadine….