Page 37 of Sweet Surrender
“You make love to me, Judah.”
“Hmm?”
“You make love to me. I notice you use the word ‘fucking’ quite often, but what you do to me can be described as nothing less than making love.”
“It’s because I do love you, beautiful.”
He stood behind me and used his lips to baptize my body with a soul-searing fire. From shoulder blade to shoulder blade, down the middle of my back, and across my lower back, he kissed me.
When the soft breeze of the air conditioning blew across my ass cheeks, he squeezed them both and bit into them.
Judah moved in front of me and lifted my legs one at a time to remove my feet from my high heels. As he lifted each foot, he took time to suck my toes, which almost caused me to lose my mind because what in the hell?
My inner thigh, my legs, and the backs of my legs and thighs received the same reverential treatment. His tongue swirled over my instep and his lips brushed the heel of my foot. Not an inch of skin did he miss as he worked his way back up and worshiped at my breasts for a while.
When he traveled south again, he made his home between my thighs, and he revered my pussy like she was some celestial being. My back arched off the bed, thighs lifted high and strained against the muscles, and my belly quaked with unresolved tension.
“Judaaaah!” I screamed as his tongue slid through me with serpentine-like ease and grace. My hands clutched his curls for lack of anything else to do and to try holding on. My legs tightened around his head as he forced an orgasm free that I wasn’t ready to give.
When I was finished, I lay there shaking on the bed as if I were having some sort of seizure or drug withdrawal. Judahmoved up beside me and pushed my sweat-slicked hair back from my forehead. He kissed me so gently, and then he rubbed the tears from my eyes that I didn’t realize had fallen.
“Are you ready for the next level?” he asked, moving my legs apart and making a space for himself between my thighs again.
He rose up over me powerfully like the lion emblazoned in the middle of his chest. Like I had on previous occasions, I traced it and murmured, “Lion of the tribe of Judah.”
Judah was a spiritual man. Despite their father’s whorish ways, he had raised all his boys in the church. Issachar was spiritual but not the way that I was learning Judah was.
He had explained that his tattoo represented Jesus Christ as a descendant from the Tribe of Judah and that as the true living king, He was victorious over life and death. It also represented protection and strength from his Lord.
Yet, it wasn’t something that I wanted to dwell on when he was penetrating my body the way that he was. I swore when he pushed into me and stretched me to capacity that as his muscles flexed, that lion breathed.
My fingers continued to trace it until Judah lowered onto me, eliminating any space between our bodies. Our lips were fused together in a sweet, gentle, and slow kiss. Eventually, I opened my mouth to him the same way that I had my body and welcomed him inside.
“You’re so soft all over. I love how you feel under me, delicate, womanly, and so open and trusting.”
“It’s good for me too,” I whispered as I rocked my hips up, meeting him thrust for thrust.
I loved how he filled me up to overflowing, leaving no room for anything, including my next breath. Our bodies moved as though we were one, and I welcomed every thrust and prod of his shaft inside of me. As it woke and upheaved every organ inside of me, every worry, every stressful thought, and everyquestion that tried to rear its ugly head, he purged from me with our union.
Nothing mattered in the moment, except the way that we were together with each other. We needed no words, even during our orgasms. When we finished, he pulled me close.
“You good?”
“Perfect.”
He reached underneath my pillow and pulled out a ring.
My head was on his chest, and he twirled the ring around his finger.
“Judah?” I gasped, sitting straight up.
“I thought long and hard about whether I should do this, especially with all the back-and-forth you did with your parents. But here’s what I know . . . In my maturity and wisdom, I know that I want you. I also know that I don’t want to waste time playing games, so I did what I always do, took that leap of faith. I’ve never second-guessed my decisions. If it felt right in my spirit, I went with it.
“That’s how I’ve been able to build a successful business in the construction industry so quickly, and that’s how I plan to build my family. Alexandria Sheridan, you have given my life purpose again, and you’ve taught me how to open my heart to love when I believed it no longer existed. It hasn’t been that long, but it feels like it’s been a lifetime. Would you marry me?”
“Yes,” I whispered as the tears rushed down my face.
He slid the diamond solitaire ring on my finger, and I kissed my man and whispered against his lips, “I love you so much more than I ever thought was possible.”
My birthday was complete, and he gave me everything I needed. The day and the man owed me nothing.
