My English Muffin (Interracial Romance BWWM Black Woman White Man)

by Skye, Lena

  “Is it easier to eat, if you don’t have to look at them?” William asked me.

  “Yeah,” I couldn’t believe how incredibly erotic the entire experience had been. I was still a little breathless.

  He reached for my hand and wrapped both of his around mine. The touch was electric. I shuddered at his touch and he must have been concerned about it. “Are you alright?” He asked me with a very strange look on his face. It looked like a cross between concern and arousal.

  “I’m fine. You just shocked me a little.”

  “I thought that I had hurt you.” He leaned in to whisper that in my ear.

  “No, you didn’t.” I told him, turning my face toward his. As I finished talking our lips brushed together and the electricity flowed between us. I fell into him as we kissed. It was magical. I didn’t know what to make of it.

  His arm wrapped around my waist and we stood up. Our lips didn’t break contact through the entire movement. I melted into his embrace and struggled to keep my knees supporting me. It was just one of those kisses that you only see in movies. That one magical kiss that makes trumpets play and fireworks fire off. I don’t really know how to describe something that is pure sensation, but it is very close to the perfect moment, if one existed.

  When we came up for air we were both breathless. “Are you OK?” It was my turn to ask him the question.

  “I’ve never been better.” He was smiling and his face was flushed. He leaned in to kiss me again. I loved every second of his embrace. As we kissed we moved slowly toward the bedroom. We broke apart as he opened the door.

  **

  The bedroom was magnificent. The carpet was a deep crimson. The curtains were black and meant to block out external light. The furniture was mahogany with a modern flair to the design. The building was beautiful and I was in shock at how well the decoration had been put together in the bed room.

  I grabbed his hand and lead him to the bed. I kissed him again, standing near the bed. He lowered me onto the mattress and I spread my legs around his waist. He I could feel him forming a tent in his pants. I was still wearing all of my clothes. He ran his hands up my stocking clad leg until he reached the lacy top of my thigh high. I had been ready for this beforehand. I wanted him more than I had ever wanted anyone before. I was moaning under his lips and he was touching me everywhere. It was like there were a million little hands caressing every inch of my skin.

  We lay on the bed together him nestled on top of me, between my legs. I reached up and started to unbutton his shirt. Somehow his jacket and vet was already gone. I had no idea when he had taken them off, and frankly I didn’t care. There were a ton of thoughts rushing through my head, but the major one was how we were going to get our clothes off.

  With his hands on my breasts I continued to struggle with his buttons. It was hard to concentrate with him caressing me so strongly. He pulled away from my mouth to strip his shirt off. He popped several buttons finishing the job I started. “Your shirt?” I knew that it was an expensive suit.

  “I can have it fixed.” His voice was husky and filled with lust as he reached up my skirt. I had put on my slinky black panties on over the garter belt that I wore. In one quick motion, my panties were removed. The core of my womanhood was exposed to this man and all I wanted was more. I wanted more of him and I didn’t want to wait.

  His fingers probed my wetness. When they started to play with my clitoris I sharply inhaled my breath.

  “Does that feel good?” His deep voice was almost a moan.

  “Yeah baby. Oh God that feels so good. Don’t stop.”

  He didn’t stop his assault on my sex. He continued to massage my clitoris as he slipped his finger inside me. I kicked my legs in pleasure and called out his name. “William!” My moan was barely recognizable as a word.

  “I love it when you say my name.” He said this as he thrust his fingers into me deeply.

  “William!” I was screaming his name now. Somewhere deep inside me I knew that I was egging him on, and it made me happy.

  He lowered his face to my sex and took a deep breath of my wetness. “You smell amazing.” He gently licked my lips and traced around the outside with his fingers still wiggling inside me. He slipped another finger inside of me.

  He rose up again to unbutton his pants. He had to stand up to kick off his shoes and remove his pants. I was left panting on the bed with my legs spread panting in desire. Suddenly it occurred to me. “Do you have a rubber?” I asked him.

  He stopped in his tracks. “What does that have to do with anything?”

  “Huh.” We had stopped for a moment.

  “A rubber?” I asked him again. “Do you have one?” I didn’t understand why he didn’t understand what was going on. I couldn’t get it through his head.

  “What does a rubber have to do with anything?”

  “Protection. I was asking about a condom.”

  He laughed. “Oh, I thought you were asking about a rubber. You know that thing we erase mistakes in pencil with.”

  “You mean an eraser?” It was finally sinking in, I finally understood the confusion.

  “I guess that’s what you call it here.”

  “Anyway do you have a condom?” I asked again.

  “Bloody Hell, No. I wasn’t expecting this to happen” He told me. Wait a minute. He stepped to the phone and called the desk. He left his pants on as walked back up to the bed. The tent in his bed seemed gigantic; I could see it pulsing through the cloth of his pants. “They’ll be up here in a moment, Mimi.” He was breathless as his hands continued to explore my body. “I want to touch every inch of you.”

  I was so overcome by desire that I couldn’t respond to him. It physically hurt when he had to pull away to answer the door. William came back with a small box in his hand. “Are you ready?” He asked me as he slipped his pants off with a quick motion. I nodded my response to him and he started to roll his condom on.

  He climbed back on top of me and I could feel him probing my vagina. I needed him so bad. He slowly started to enter me. I could feel every inch as it slipped into my wetness. He had an amazing amount of girth that stretched me in amazing ways. When he was all the way inside he stayed still for a minute to allow me time to adjust. I was impaled on him and was desperately wiggling to prompt him to start moving. He started moving finally. “You feel so good; I’m not going to last long.” He told me. I couldn’t respond because my climax was already rushing forward at lightning speed. I started screaming his name and clawing at his back. I heard him grunt with me and then slam inside of me. I could feel him twitching with each stream of cum that rushed out of his body.

  When my orgasm finally released me from its grasp he pulled out of me and slid off the condom. He tossed it at the trash can and plopped down on the bed next to me. I was exhausted, happy, and satisfied. I’m sure that he felt that same way as I did. “That was amazing.” I told him.

  “I know. It was intense.” He lay there next to me, covered in a thin cover of sweat. “I need a shower.” He climbed off the bed, “Would you care to join me?”

  I quickly removed my dress and stockings and folded them neatly on a chair. “I would love to.” I told him as I swayed into the bathroom. He followed me with a naughty smile on his face.

  #Chapter5

  “I don’t usually get this kind of quality stuff in my real life.”

  Maria

  After our shower we sat on the bed naked. I was still intrigued about his British roots. “What do you like about London?” I asked him.

  “It’s hard to explain. The atmosphere is a lot different than New York. There are good points and bad points about London. The underground is awful compared to your metro system. But I think London people are more friendly then those from New York. Do you know what I’m talking about?”

  “Yeah, New York is kind of heartless town.” I laughed at the honesty of his statement.

  “I am fairly fond of a young woman I met in New York, however.”
He was joking with me.

  “So what kind of websites do you build?” He asked me.

  “Mostly personal websites, blogs and home businesses and things like that. It’s kind of hard to explain my market, but I don’t work for big business.” I continued my explanation after I adjusted my position. “I love my work, and the fact that I don’t have to work with a heartless corporation is amazing. I make less money that way, but I’m a lot happier with my life.”

  “That makes sense. I love your passion and your dedication, always good to meet a lady with drive.” He smiled at me.

  “What you do is fascinating also. Tell me how do you make so much money as a blogger. This hotel can’t be cheap.”

  “I get discounts because I write a travel blog.” He explained. “I also hardly ever take a real holiday, sorry vacation, so I’ve saved up a little money.”

  “That makes sense.”

  “What do you do in this city for fun?” He asked me.

  “Mostly hang out with friends. We go to clubs or see a movie. One time we went to play laser tag, but no one thought it was that exciting.”

  “That sounds wonderful. We used to have a laser tag in London but it was called something else. They all shut down though. ” He told me. It seemed like he was actually interested in what I had to say. I didn’t think stuff like that would interest the man.

  “We also do a lot of shopping. I have a weakness for little black dresses and shoes.” I confessed. I didn’t know why I confessed this to him, but I felt really close to him at that moment.

  He laughed again. The laughter that flowed from him made his eyes sparkle in the dim light that filtered in from the living area and the bathroom. “I love your taste. You should be involved in fashion.”

  “Be careful, flattery might get you in trouble.”

  “What kind of trouble is that?”

  “The same kind of trouble the strawberries got you in.”

  “The strawberry, that reminds me, would you like some champagne now?”

  “Yeah, I think I would.”

  He walked to the living area and brought in the tray that they had left in the room. The ice was starting to melt in the bucket as he pulled the bottle out and popped the cork out of the sparkling wine. I dodged the spray and he managed to miss the bed. We laughed together and he poured two glasses of the light pink drink.

  “To new lovers.” He toasted.

  “To vacations, sorry holidays, and taking the road less traveled.” I added and we drank deeply from our champagne flutes.

  “So far it has been an amazing time over here.” He confessed to me.

  “I hope so. This is the first time I’ve sipped champagne in bed.” I hiccuped and laughed again. The amazing night had made me a little giddy. I was still riding on the high from earlier. “Are you getting tired?”

  “I’ve never felt so awake.” He looked tired though. I knew he was lying and didn’t want to go to sleep yet.

  “Are you sure?” I asked him.

  “I don’t want to miss a moment of this.” He whispered it in my ear as he fed me a chocolate covered strawberry.

  “Mmmm, Delicious.” I loved the taste of the strawberries. The gentle way the juice ran over my tongue and mingled with the slowly melting chocolate was tantalizingly sweet and sinful.

  “I love the look on your face when you taste one of these.”

  “I don’t usually get this kind of quality stuff in my real life.”

  “Well then I’m glad I can treat you to it.” He smiled at me and I felt my heart start to melt. I wanted to kiss him again. My thoughts were a jumble every time I looked at him. It was the lust talking, I’m sure.

  I took another bite of the strawberry as he offered it to me. “Thank you.” I told him when my mouth was empty.

  “It’s no problem.”

  “I think I’m going to give you a nickname.” I giggled at him.

  His eyes sparkled, “And what would that be?’

  “I think I’m going to call you my muffin.”

  “Why?”

  I giggled a little harder when he didn’t get the joke. “You are my English Muffin silly. Like the food.”

  He smiled at me again I felt the urge to kiss him again. I kissed him and he continued to grin at me. “Mimi, you are absolutely beautiful.”

  “I don’t know why you think so, but I’ll take it.”

  “Take what?”

  “The compliment, silly.”

  “I don’t claim to understand American idioms.”

  “Hey.” I was offended. “I am not an idiot!” I couldn’t believe that he would insult me like that.

  “No Maria, I didn’t say idiot, I said idiom, it means a figure of speech.” He calmly explained to me.

  “Oh, sorry.” I was suddenly sheepish about the situation. I had honestly thought he had called me an American idiot. It turns out my vocabulary was severely limited. “I bet you think I’m an idiot now.”

  “No, dear, I don’t think you’re an idiot.” He softly told me. “I think that you are absolutely breathtakingly beautiful. You are amazing and you would have to be smart to do what you do for a living.” He looked at me in strange awe that I couldn’t understand at all.

  “I didn’t think you would be the type to go for girls like me.” I asked. The question had been rattling around in my head for a while now. I finally got the nerve up to ask him about it.

  “What do you mean?” He asked me.

  “Black Girls.” I spoke softly and I wasn’t sure if he could hear me.

  He chuckled a bit. “Well, actually, I’ve always dated black girls.” He told me. “My ex was black. I don’t know what it is, but I have always been attracted to black girls. They do it for me.” He paused. “Does that make sense to you?”

  “Sort of. I didn't even know you had Black people over in the UK? I thought all of you were white over there..”

  As the words left my mouth I realized how stupid I sounded, and quite ignorant also. Thankfully, my lover ignored me, he probably assumed I was joking. Well I hope he did.

  “Have you always been attracted to white blokes?” He asked me.

  I had no idea what he was talking about. “What’s a bloke?”

  “A person that happens to be male.” I knew that he was kind of making fun of me again, but it was obviously not in a hurtful way. English is clearly not my strong point.

  “Oh, well no. I’ve only dated black guys before you.” I hung my head a bit. “You’re my first.” I didn’t know how he would react, but I didn’t know how he was going to take the news.

  His eyes sparkled at my response. “Wow, I didn’t know. I hope I made an excellent first impression.”

  “You have indeed.” I was making fun of his accent a bit and I was glad that he didn’t have a problem with it. “It is very different from any other guy I’ve been with.” I was being honest. I couldn’t put my finger on how it was different, but it definitely was.

  “That makes me happy.” He told me. He did look like he was incredibly pleased. I don’t know if it was because of what I said, or the fact that he was the first white guy he had ever been with.

  We spent the night talking about everything. It was amazing. We connected on a deep level as we sat on the bed, comfortably naked and completely aware of our surroundings. I had never been one to be comfortable in my own body, but I was so comfortable in his presence. I didn’t know how he did that to me. Frankly, I didn’t care. I was happy, and I hadn’t felt happy for a long time. I realized that I wasn’t happy with John close to the end of our relationship either. I was happy with this guy though, it was confusing.

  #Chapter6

  “The perfect time for a no strings attached fling.”

  Ada

  When I crawled out of the bed, breakfast was waiting. I devoured an egg white omelet filled with spinach, mushroom, and tomato, and coated with a light layer of white cheese. I had never had such a good omelet. I feasted that morning on bread and eggs w
hile my muffin feasted on fresh fruit and breakfast sausage. He had ordered a buffet for us to eat. There was so much food that it seemed like we could never get it finished. He made sure that they had brought boxes for anything we couldn’t finish. I assumed he would eat them later.

  “I have to get some work done.” I was sad to have to leave.

  He actually looked disappointed. “Are you sure?”

  “I don’t even have my laptop here.” I said. “I need it to work. If I had it I could try to work here, but I don’t think that I would get much done being distracted by you.”

  “Perhaps you’re right.” He thought for a moment. “Meet me for dinner?” He asked me.

  “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” I was grinning and completely happy in that moment.

  “I’ll call you a car. Let me know where you want to meet tonight. Anywhere you want to go.”

  “I’ll think about it.”

  “Think about meeting me, or about where you want to go.” He didn’t seem to know.

  I decided not to keep him suspense. “I’m going to meet you; I’ve already decided that. I just don’t know where I want to go. Is there any place that you really want to go?” I asked him. I didn’t want him to miss the places that he wanted to go when he came here.

  “Yes, I think so. I’ll pick you up at eight tonight. Is that OK?” He smiled mysteriously.

  “Where are we going?” I asked him.

  “It’s a surprise, plus I have to see if I can get us in.” He was thinking to himself while he talked.

  “It can’t come soon enough.” I was so excited about the possibility that I was actually dancing down the stairs to the car. I felt like humming and singing I got down to the lobby and had to wait a few minutes for my cab to arrive.

  I was surprise when my ride arrived. It wasn’t a cab, it was a limo. I screeched in delight when the driver opened my door. He smiled at me, “Your first time?”