Blackness Within (The Blackness Series Book 5)

by Norma Jeanne Karlsson

  She moans and forces more of me in her mouth as I surge forward and spill myself down her throat while she groans with satisfaction.

  Quaking from head to toe, I fall back onto my heels and drag her off my deflating dick.

  “I never did that for him,” she whispers and I attack.

  I rip her face to me and assault her mouth, not giving a shit that my come was just there. I grab her hips and rip the lace I was just admiring from her body. Then I grab her naked ass with such force I have a brief concern I’m bruising her.

  When she whimpers and scrapes her nails down my back, I lose my concern.

  I push her away from me, spin her around on her knees and guide her stomach back to the bed.

  “I’m not done back here yet,” I say in a voice thick with sex as she shudders.

  As I settle between her legs, I get the first sight of her bare pink pussy, dripping wet for me. It takes everything I have not to lick away all her juices. But I have a goddamn plan and I’m going to execute it.

  I grasp her hips and bury my forehead in the small of her back and breath. She smells like peaches and sex with a hint of my own scent mixed in. It’s heady and intoxicating. Once I’ve gotten myself under control I begin.

  I kiss the cheeks that tantalize me with each and every sway of her hips. I lick and nibble around to her hip then to the lip at the top of her thigh. I move up the crease that forms a heart shape I dream about and then I attack the other cheek.

  If this weren’t our first time together, I’d push her wide open and trace the crack of her ass with my tongue. But I don’t think ass play is the way to go tonight. Fuck, I want to though.

  Natasha is writhing beneath me, shaking and thrashing with need. Soon.

  After I’m satisfied with her ass, I turn to her feet. I lift her foot to my mouth and suck the bone of her ankle before grazing my teeth over it. Then I lave her calves and spend some time on the sensitive skin behind her knee before moving up her thigh.

  With a final drag of my nose, I reach her pussy. My breath skitters across it and Natasha lifts her hips slightly, begging me to go there. I inhale her warm musky scent and head back down to her other ankle.

  “Sully, please,” she pleads as I feast on her leg.

  I smile against her skin while my rock hard dick agrees with her. But I take my time. Time I robbed myself of before and never will again.

  This time when my nose ends its trail of her ass cheek, I focus on her pussy. I blow lightly across it and Natasha bows her back and comes off the bed onto her knees, shoving herself in my face. It’s time for a taste.

  I grasp her soft hips and pull her pussy to my mouth, dragging my tongue from her clit to her ass. I can’t help myself. I’m starving for her. I’ve tasted every inch and I want every last drop she’s offering me.

  When my tongue sweeps up her, she screams out so loud I’m glad Zeus isn’t here. He’d be mauling me right now. Then she pushes into my face wanting more contact. I take her hips firmly and flip her to her back, causing a yelp to break from her lips.

  I sit up on my knees and take in the sight of her naked body bathed in the moonlight. She’s perfection. Absolute perfection. Her hair is spread out around her in waves of gold. Her face is flushed with color that I’ve caused with my worshipping. As her chest rises and falls with panting breaths, her tits arch and reach for me to hold them, taste them. Natasha’s stomach isn’t flat. There’s a slight roundness to her lower navel that I love. I’ve already paid it attention and intend to continue to for days and years to come.

  Below her womanly midsection is her bare pink wet pussy. Natasha’s knees are bent, exposing herself to me completely where I’m kneeling between her legs. My dick is bobbing near her entrance, pleading with me to get the show on the road. He’ll have to wait.

  As I lower my shoulders between her thighs, Natasha grabs behind her knees and pulls her legs wide to the outside of her chest. I’ve never had a woman offer herself to me without reservation like this. I find a lot of women to be timid about this part of sex. My woman trusts me. She’s giving herself to me without hesitation. Fuck yes!

  I take my index finger and trace the pink lips before me and savor the groan that crackles in Natasha’s chest. Then I repeat the move with my tongue and she rocks her pussy into my face as she cries out. Then I get to work.

  I spear inside her, coaxing out the juices. Her hips writhe and rock so much, I’m forced to hold her in place with my hands at her waist. I drag my tongue through her folds, long deliberate strokes all the way up to her clit. Over and over and over again as one of her hands reaches into my hair and tugs painfully. I continue my assault.

  I flick.

  I lick.

  I suck.

  I penetrate.

  I swirl.

  I nip.

  Then I settle on her clit.

  I suck gently on it and I can tell she’s close. Her orgasm is right there. She just needs a little push to fall over the edge. I settle on the upper left quadrant and use my fingers to pull her hood back. Then I flick. Once, twice, three times and she comes, wailing “Sully” as she does. My dick almost explodes as the name that always caused me shame brings my heart into my throat.

  I don’t release her clit as she comes. I gentle my licking, but I drive one finger in her tight pussy and she clinches down on me with her velvety walls and almost throws me off as her orgasm hits a crescendo of screams and pants.

  I continue to eat her pussy as she drenches my hand. I add a second finger and set about bringing her to another orgasm.

  Natasha grinds into my face as she builds again, mewling and cussing to herself. My lips tip in a grin as I hit the magic button and she quakes from head to toe with a silent orgasm then whispers, “Yes.”

  I slide my fingers in and out as she comes down, a light sheen of sweat causing her body to shimmer in the dark. I rise to my knees and kiss a trail up her stomach, dipping my tongue in her bellybutton, up to each tit where I place a chaste kiss on each nipple, to the hollow of her throat where I nibble and suckle tenderly, before I settle on her mouth.

  Natasha takes my mouth in a passion-filled kiss that steals my breath. I fist the duvet next to her ear to keep my balance as her tongue swipes through my mouth frantically, searching for every surface. My other hand continues to work her pussy, my thumb on her clit.

  She’s going to come again and this time I’m going to watch.

  I pull my mouth away from hers and rest my forehead against her sweaty brow when her hips rock faster and her walls begin to close around me.

  Her swirling grey eyes find mine and I see it. I see love, want, need and pleasure whipping through the storm. It’s more glorious to witness than anything I’ve ever seen. She keeps her gaze locked on mine as her orgasm thrashes her body back and forth. Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.

  When she comes back to Earth, I retrieve my fingers and bring them to my mouth between our faces, licking them clean as she pants and sighs.

  My dick moves to replace my hand. He’s ready to get in there and stay there for twenty lifetimes.

  I slide across her legs and move to get up when her arms fly around my shoulders, her eyes nervous.

  I hate that. I fucking hate that she’s afraid I’m leaving her. I push my anger down and assure her, “I’m just gettin’ a condom, Grey.”

  “No, please,” she begs.

  I halt.

  O’Sullivan

  She doesn’t want to have sex. I’m okay with that. She just gave me so much more than I thought I’d get from her tonight. I won’t push for more. I’ll wait until she’s ready for the next step.

  “It’s okay,” I soothe her. “We can just hold each other.”

  “What?” she screeches.

  I furrow my brow at her reaction and smooth a stray hair from her forehead.

  “I’m okay with stopping, Grey. I’ll never pressure you to go further. We can stop here and I’ll fall asleep with you in my arms as the happiest man on E
arth.”

  “I don’t wanna stop, Sully,” Natasha whispers and diverts her gaze from mine.

  I settle myself between her legs again and force her to meet my eyes with a finger under her chin. Her eyes are sad when they meet mine. I don’t want her to be sad another day in her life. I’ll give her whatever she needs to make the haunted look on her face go away.

  “He was trying to get me pregnant,” she mumbles and I go rigid.

  My hand next to her head forms a painful fist as my hand at the edge of her face shakes. My breathing comes in rage-filled bursts from my nose and my shoulders set in a hard line, preparing for a fight I’m not going to get.

  Panic streaks across her face at my reaction.

  “He didn’t,” she states ardently. “It didn’t work. But he was…well…you know…we weren’t…he didn’t,” she huffs unable to say the words.

  “It’s okay, Grey. You can tell me anything. I might get fuckin’ pissed. But not at you. I’m not mad at you. Okay?” I speak as nicely as I can, trying to calm my woman down. Myself too, I suppose.

  She clears her throat and drops her gaze from mine again.

  “Don’t do that, though. Don’t be ashamed. Don’t turn away from me, Grey. I’m here. I’m present. And nothin’ you say is gonna change that.”

  She sighs but complies with my request, turning her eyes back to mine.

  “He obviously wasn’t using a condom. He’s there within me. A fuckin’ blackness within me that I can’t rid myself of. Will you? Could you not?” she struggles to finish her request.

  “You don’t want me to use a condom,” I say for her.

  “I’m clean. Shit. I was tested immediately when I got back. I’m completely clean. And I’m on the pill. I wouldn’t ask you if I wasn’t. I’m sorry I’m asking at all,” she mutters sheepishly.

  “Don’t do that either. Don’t apologize for askin’ me for what you need,” I demand in a gentle tone. “I’m clean too.”

  Her eyes get wide at my admission. I’m a whore, but a smart one. No, I was a whore. Now I’m a one-woman man.

  I settle further between her legs and cup her face in my hands.

  “I love you, Grey.”

  “I love you,” she says through a small smile.

  I take one hand away from her face and use it to palm my very excited dick. Skin to skin contact is a first for him.

  I slide back and forth through her folds, gathering her wetness before pushing the head in.

  Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  I inch forward until she can’t fit anymore of my length within her. Then I take a deep breath and pretend I’m not about to blow my load.

  “I want all of you,” Natasha whispers before she drops her legs wide and urges me forward with her hands on my ass.

  I ease into her and finally stop when I’m balls deep. I’m not going to make it more than two minutes. No fucking way.

  I take her mouth in a hot fervent kiss and start to rock into her. She’s tight as hell. She’s squeezing and pulling at my dick with her walls as I increase the length of my thrusts.

  When she sucks my tongue and raises her hips to meet mine on my latest thrust, I lose all control I was clinging to.

  I power forward, driving her toward the headboard with each stroke. Her nails score my back as I drop my face to her neck and bite harder than I should, suckling and kissing the mark I’ve just left.

  Her hands leave my back and push off the wooden headboard to keep herself from moving any further. I drop my head lower and capture a nipple in my mouth as I wrap my fingers around hers and settle our hands next to her head.

  My hips continue to surge forward, diving in with intensity.

  I switch tits and she squeezes my fingers tightly. Her pussy clamps down as her legs shake before she wraps them around my waist. I pick up my speed and leave her nipple in favor of her succulent mouth.

  My tongue mimics my cock as I stroke her soaking folds. Then I swallow the cries of ecstasy as her orgasm quakes through her frame. She gets so tight as she comes, I can barely move within her.

  As her orgasm fades, I begin to pound into her again. I drop my head to her neck as I work her pussy into a frenzy of orgasmic disorder. I thrust deeply, holding her hands the entire time. Intimately experiencing sex for the first time in my life. I kiss and worship her body as sweat pours down my tattooed shoulders, loving the exertion I’m using with the woman I love.

  I’m making love to a woman for the first time and I relish how much better it feels than any random fuck I’ve ever had. Her shrieking wails as she orgasms, her moans and mewls of passion as they build, her cussing to herself as the pleasure I’m giving her overwhelms all thought, brings me more satisfaction than her body beneath mine, accepting me willingly.

  Natasha’s limbs begin to go limp after an hour of me inside her and I know she’s done.

  “One more,” I whisper against her lips.

  I reach one hand between us and tweak her clit as my other holds her hand and she clings to mine. Her hips rock forward and I thrust deeply. I rest my forehead against hers to watch her final orgasm of the wee hours as the sun begins to sneak up at the horizon.

  Her grey eyes gaze into mine as her free hand caresses my cheek. She loves me. And I love her.

  I power forward a few more times and rub her sensitive clit until she clenches down on me and I come with a ferocious growl of sublime release. Her eyes flare with disbelief as I continue to empty myself in her. Beautiful. Flushed cheeks, sweaty brow, messy platinum hair, swollen lips and she’s all mine.

  I roar once more and bury myself to the hilt, spurting the last of my come deep within her before crashing my mouth to hers. Her hand holds the nape of my neck and the other constricts around my fingers as our breathing calms, our kiss slowing until it stops.

  When I pull away from her mouth, I find her eyes leaking tears. Not good.

  I release her hand and use my thumbs to swipe them away before using my lips to kiss them from her salty sweet skin.

  “Don’t cry, Grey,” I plead against her face.

  “Sully, that was…I’ve never…what you just gave me,” she stumbles and struggles.

  I look into her eyes and try to soothe her with my gaze.

  “Thank you for loving me like that,” she breathes out shakily.

  “Always,” I respond.

  Always.

  Natasha

  Nirvana. Cloud nine. Heaven. Ecstasy. Whatever it’s called I’m there. I’m tingling on every surface of my skin and glowing from every cell within my body.

  That was the best experience of my life. It wasn’t just sex. It wasn’t finally admitting that I love Sully. It wasn’t orgasms that should be written in books. It was a meeting of souls.

  Nothing has ever been that intense, that consuming. What I had with Roman is nothing compared to what I just shared with Sully. I feel worshipped and adored in a way I didn’t know was possible.

  I feel happy.

  “Be right back,” Sully purrs against my mouth before kissing my raw lips softly.

  Then his massive, powerful and very naked body rises from the bed. I watch his tattooed shoulders stride away and settle on the clover dotting the i of his last name. The sight of it on his sweat glistening back brings a smile to my lips.

  He’s a good man.

  A man that loves me.

  That was a shock. Well, this whole night has been a shock.

  Dinner with Brent was nice, but I didn’t feel that burning need to be with him. We laughed and reminisced, but at the end of the night, I didn’t want to kiss him. I wanted to be gazing up at chocolate eyes, not soft green ones.

  I’ve fought my feelings for Sully for so long; it had just become my go to reaction. He was working his way in so deep though. Then he leveled me when I walked in the apartment and I lost the will to fight him. How can I fight against him when he’s offering me everything?

  When he told me how he felt, how he’d waited for me. I caved. I let go o
f all my fear and decided to take a risk with my battered heart. I’m so glad I did. What we just shared has eliminated any fears I had about him.

  He didn’t fuck me. He didn’t ravage me and make me come like something out of a porn movie. He savored every inch on me. He washed away anything lingering that wasn’t him. He gave me everything I asked for and everything I didn’t know I needed. He saved me. Again.

  “That crinkled nose is gonna be the death of me,” Sully groans as he saunters in the room holding a washcloth.

  “You have a thing for crinkled noses?” I tease as he settles on the edge of the bed.

  “I have a thing for your crinkled nose, Grey,” he responds sweetly and then brings the warm cloth between my legs.

  He’s tender with my sensitive flesh as he cleans me. I keep my eyes locked on his as he concentrates on the job at hand. The chocolate of his eyes seems creamier now. There’s a lightness to him that I haven’t seen before. I gave him that.

  When he laid his heart on the line, I saw the fear in his face. The unknown terrifying the strong powerful man. But he was willing to do that for me. To show me he wasn’t the man that ran me off in January. He’s still that man. He’s just a better version of that man. I know a woman can’t change the stripes and all that. But I believe him when he says he loves me and won’t hurt me. I trust him with my heart.

  “You’re thinkin’ pretty hard,” he points out as he finishes between my legs and lays the washcloth over the edge of my desk chair.

  “It’s been a crazy day,” I mutter.

  Sully pulls down my pale green paisley printed duvet and I scoot up to crawl under as he slides in. He settles on his back and scoops my body to his side. I swing a leg over his and rest my head on his sculpted chest, releasing a contented sigh.

  “Tell me about your day,” Sully mumbles into my hair as his hand brushes up and down my spine.

  “I had a rough morning after a strange non-date with this guy I really liked. I was a bitch to my brother for no reason. Then I went to a baseball game of a guy I had an awful date with in high school. Got kissed on national television. I went on a date with the high school guy and got a very kind apology from him for his dickish ways back in the day. Then I came home and was blindsided by the man that I’ve spent three years trying to resist. Only to discover we love each and have the most amazing sex known to man. It was quite the day.”