More and More

By Niobia Bryant

Mocha Nivens enjoys the casual nature of her longterm, long-distance relationship with businessman Dean Kincaid, but she ends it when he moves back to town wanting more. When Dean dates other women, Mocha realizes what she has lost, but is it too late to claim the love she deserves?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Infinite Ink Presents...
• Release date: Jul 15, 2015
• ISBN: 9781513080277

Niobia Bryant

Niobia Bryant is the award-winning and national bestselling author of more than fifty works of romance and commercial mainstream fiction. Twice she has won the RT Reviewer’s Choice Best Book Award for African American/Multicultural Romance. Her books have appeared in Ebony, Essence, The New York Post, The Star-Ledger, The Dallas Morning News and many other national publications. 

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A Note from the Author

This book was originally written back in 2009.  I have chosen not to update it and present it just as it was back in the day. Please keep that in mind as you read and enjoy the classic love story of Mocha and Dean.

Prologue

We have to do this more often.

Mocha Nivens smiled softly at her lover’s heated words, looking down into his handsome and broad face as she slowly rode his hard heat in the middle of the hotel bed. The entire length of Dean Kincaid’s tall and muscular frame shivered as she circled her hips clockwise and then counterclockwise.  Yes we do, she agreed huskily, looking down at her lover with her lids half closed over her wide eyes.

The very look of him had the power to excite her.  Everything about him was a pleasure to her.  The jet black, deep waves of his fade hinting at his grandfather being half Cherokee.  The deep bronze of his caramel complexion with his slashing brows, deep set eyes, high cheekbones and square chin.  She moaned and bit her bottom lips as she brought her hand up to trace the outline of his full mouth.  And she smiled as she thought of the twin dimples that sank into his cheeks whenever he grinned.

You are one fine man, Dean Kincaid, she told him huskily as she paused her ride, easing up her hips up until her fleshy and moist lips lightly clutched his thick throbbing tip.

Dean’s lips pursed before he flicked his head just enough to draw one of her fingers deeply into his mouth.

Mocha shivered before swiftly lowering her hips to draw all of him into her.

Dean gasped, the breadth of his wide athletic chest spreading.  Girl, you bad, he whispered up to her, his eyes taking her in by the moonlight peeking through the sheer curtains.

Mocha was any man’s dream.  Her round face, the deceptively innocent wide-set eyes framed with long, lush lashes, her pug nose, and the fullest heart-shaped mouth, which, he loved to kiss.  She changed her hair like the seasons, and tonight the jet black riot of curls framed her face perfectly, offsetting the deep, bronzed tone of her skin.  Mocha was an odd mix of adorable cuteness and sultry beauty all at once.  Her thick and voluptuous frame was ideal for him with every inch of her soft hourglass shape welcoming the hard contours of his body.  Mocha’s breasts could put many a woman to shame and mesmerize many a man with their movement.

He loved it all.

Dean’s hands shook as he reached up to fill them with her voluminous breasts.  Her soft, deep brown flesh overflowed them.

Mocha eased her finger from his mouth and lowered her head to press her plump, heart shaped mouth against his lips.

Dean moaned in pleasure at the feel of her tongue outlining his mouth as he brought his hands up to deeply hold her gyrating hips.  This can get to be addictive, he admitted, his heart pounding furiously and a fine sheen of sweat coating his muscled frame.

Mocha said nothing and instead pressed her tongue into his mouth to circle his provocatively.  She brought her hands up to hold his face and closed her eyes, getting lost in the heat they created.  Their unique vibe.  Their explosive chemistry.

In that moment, Mocha wanted nothing more but to enjoy their sexy tryst.  To please and be pleased.  No words.  No promises of more.

As she broke the kiss and guided Dean’s head until his mouth brushed against her aching nipples, she increased the rhythm of her ride.  She loved the feel of his hard shaft filling her completely as it deeply stroked against her swollen bud.  Oh my God, she moaned, letting her head fall back until her curly weave tickled the middle of her back.

Dean bent his legs and pressed his back against the leather padded headboard as he began to work his own hips in perfect sync to her motion.  He was rewarded with Mocha arching her back and roughly crying out as he licked and deeply sucked her chocolate nipples.

And that’s the way it always was between them.

Six years, and the crazy chemistry between them had only intensified.

Mocha leaned back.  Her breast popped free of his mouth as she placed her hands behind her and pressed down into the softness of the bed.  She brought her head up and locked eyes with him.  Ready? she asked, pausing her ride with her moist and swollen lips lighting clutching and releasing the tip of his thick hardness.