This is the second book in The Men of CCD: Clinton Campbell and Jenisha Roman. This is a rough draft.
Jenisha couldn’t believe how Clinton shuddered under her light touch. How could she not want to touch him? The sight of his muscles rippling down the long tanned torso and flat stomach taunted her to test them out. She stroked the solid wall of muscle that was his chest loving the hardness of this wonderful male positioned in front of her.
She gasped when Clinton’s hand cupped her swollen left breast in one large hand. He rubbed his thumb across the hard nipple. She closed her eyes at the wonderful sensation. Falling back on the bed she allowed Clinton to cover her body with his hairy one.
Cool air brushed her inner thighs as long masculine fingers showed her gown further up her thighs. Clinton spread her legs and got comfortable between them. They both moaned at the same time at the first feel of him against her. He thrust the thickest part of his body to hers trying to get closer to her heat, but her underwear and his pants hindered his wishes. Resting his elbows on either side of her body Clinton joined their mouths for a warm, erotic, long, drugging, kiss. He used his tongue as a weapon inside her mouth and she savored the hint of coffee on his tongue. She moved her hand up his strong back lightly digging her short nails into his skin.
Clinton growled in the back of his throat. “Oh baby how did you know I would like that?” He grunted on her neck. He eased the straps of her nightgown down her arms to her waist exposing two plump breasts. Filling his hands, he cupped the full dark brown mounds squeezing and massaging them before taking a hard nipple into his mouth. He sucked on one nipple until it was rock hard then moved on the other one. By now, she was twisting around on the bed begging him to end her aching.