“You’re the only woman I can see myself making love to. So, you see, you make me nervous too. What if I wake up and find out this is all a dream?” Sean asked repeating the same words I had used on him. He rubbed his stubbled chin across my jawline eliciting shivers that ran through my body.
“What if you tell me you’re no longer interested in me? I’m not exciting enough for you? I’m too clingy, or I’m just not what you’re looking for.” He traced my chin with the tip of his tongue, nipping it ever so lightly making me catch my breath.
“What if you look at me and ask yourself what this white man could possibly do for me that a black man can’t?” His lips made it back up to my ear, and he pulled the lobe between his teeth. A low moan escaped my throat.
“I keep thinking about the ass I was before and it just doesn’t seem right that I have you. You know people often speak of karma being a bitch. I am waiting for the ball to drop too. I don’t deserve someone as amazing as you after the way I treated all those women I slept with. Don’t get me wrong, sweetheart, I’m not a bad person. But, you’re—you’re every man’s dream.”
The warm air from his mouth caressed; then the hot flicker of his tongue stroked the place behind my ear. I quivered and moaned underneath him. Another erogenous zone I didn’t know I had. While his tongue worked its magic on my neck, Sean’s hands roamed the terrain of my body. I loved the feel of my soft flesh contrasting to his hardness.
“Do you know when I’m the happiest?” He placed his palms on either side of my body and looked down at me.
My senses were too frazzled for me to speak. So I shook my head, ‘no.’
Sean’s erotic perusal of my body had all my nerve endings standing at attention. Every caress, every touch was sending my body into sensory overdrive. My mind was unable to process standard functions such speech, controlling my respiration, and keeping my heart rate stable. I wondered if Sean knew what he was doing to me. I couldn’t anticipate his next move. Where would his hands go next?
When he cupped my chin and placed a soft gentle kiss on my lips, I got light headed.
“I am the happiest when you are. You consume my thoughts both in sleep and when I’m awake. Trust me I’m not complaining.” Sean sought out my lips with the tip of his tongue and slowly traced my natural lip line. I loved kissing him.
“Please forgive me, sweetheart.” He traced the spot on my shoulder where his teeth had taken hold of my flesh. Sean shook his head in amazement. He kissed the spot and murmured another apology.
I pushed up on the mound of pillows. My position brought Sean eye level with my breasts. I took the opportunity to run my fingers through his messy, bed head. His hair felt like silk between my fingertips. He usually kept it cropped low to his scalp, but I told him I would love to see him with more hair. He got a haircut a few days ago, surprising me because he didn’t have them cut off any length, just cleaned up the sides a bit.
“What do I need to forgive you for?” I asked rubbing the prickly hairs on his chin. His green eyes closed briefly before popping back open.
“For biting you…I don’t know what came over me…I was just…God, you must…ugh, I can’t imagine what you must think of me…I didn’t…and then I was so rough…I wanted to take my time…and it’s been over a year…but these three months and then the phone sex…”
“I liked it,” I said, but Sean was so caught up with the unnecessary apology he didn’t seem to hear me.
“I liked it,” I repeated, raising my voice so Sean could hear me over his rambling.
His head popped up as my words finally registered. My head was downturned, but my anxiety was palpable. My fingertips stilled their movement through his hair. He balanced his weight on one hand and used the other to raise my chin and peered into my eyes. I tried to hide my uncertainty by moving my chin from Sean’s grasp, but his hold was firm.
“Sean. Stop looking at me like that,” I groused.
His heated, green eyes were unnerving my already unstable emotions. He spoke about how nervous I made him feel, but here he was putting me on the spot.
“Say it again,” Sean demanded. His voice was the same as when he told me to take my clothes off, firm and unquestionable. It wasn’t a request.
I closed my eyes and took a slow breath. Taking a few moments to reminisce about the aggressive nature in which Sean had staked his claim on my body. How he plundered my tight flesh with demanding strokes until I surrendered to him. With my eyes still closed and my mind lost in the memory of his loving, I answered, “I liked it.”
I felt like my heart and mind were moving in too many directions at once. I wished I could slow time down. The massive frame of the man who had conquered my heart was demanding something of me I had never experienced before, and I liked it.
CHAPTER 23
SEAN
“Open your eyes for me, sweetheart.”
“Sean.” Lashawnda and I were face to face. When she spoke the warmth of her breath caressed my lips. I felt like the luckiest man on earth at that moment. Nothing was preventing me from seeing every beautiful inch of the woman that had captured my heart. I was enjoying the perusal of her body, discovering her erogenous zones and storing that information so I would always know how to turn her on.
In the time I spent holding her in sleep, I had never felt so content. She suggested I spend the weekend, but I was thinking of spending eternity. The act of joining with her had done something to me. Watching her come undone in my arms had shattered any doubt or confusion that I had found the perfect woman for me.
I loved kissing Lashawnda. Her lips were the perfect dessert. The top was the color of chocolate pudding and the bottom, a perfect hue of freshly picked strawberries. Sweet and tangy. I shook my head in amazement that she still hadn’t kicked me out of her house. But right now, she was looking at me with doubt in her eyes. I touched her chin lightly, not allowing her to look away from me. Having her tell me how much she liked me fucking her like I did was exactly what I needed to hear. But it wasn’t enough. I could tell she didn’t trust me completely yet, not sexually at least.
“Say it again,” I gently urged. I wanted her to own her sexuality.
I loved the tender smile that played across her lips and the way her eyes softened around the edges. She cocked her head back from me, so she could look me directly in the eyes, letting everything she was feeling show on her face. Her body language screamed, ‘sex vixen.’
“I loved it.”
“You liked me being rough with you?” I eased back on my haunches taking the hand I had used to hold her gaze and rubbed it from her throat to her bellybutton in a long even stroke.
“Very much.” Lashawnda’s voice came out in a deep breathless whisper.
She undulated underneath my hand, causing her breasts to jiggle provocatively drawing a lascivious vibration from the deepest part of my vocal chords. I grabbed a handful of her breasts in each hand, pressing her into the mattress and devouring her lips with hard, forceful kisses. My calloused hands kneaded and massaged her mounds pinching at her nipples, and rolling them into hard points. The air in her lungs came out as a whimper.
I sucked her bottom lip hard into my mouth until Lashawnda flinched from the pain. Then I pursed my lips and blew cool air on her heated flesh. The contrast in temperatures sent tingles to her fingertips. Her whole body shivered and she broke out in goosebumps as if she had been tossed naked in the snow.
“I have got to be the luckiest bastard in the world.” My mouth watered at the sight of Lashawnda’s breasts heaving beneath me. I pressed forward so I could feel her warm flesh against my chest. The contrast of her soft rounded mounds and hard protruding nipples made my cock painfully hard.
“Why are you so lucky?” Lashawnda peeked out from underneath her lowered eyelids. She bit the side of her lip and simpered.
“Because I have you,” I stated. There were so many things I had yet to tell her, so many plans I had for our future together. Right now, I just w
anted to show her how much she meant to me.
“There is nothing about you I don’t love,” I confessed. I palmed her breasts and stroked her nipples with my forefinger and thumb. I felt like a kid discovering the secrets of my favorite magic trick watching her flesh pebbled at the touch of my fingertips. With a jovial smile, I rubbed my jaw over the tip of her tight bud.
“These are amazing,” I said indicating to the protruding masses in my hands.
“They are too big,” Lashawnda complained.
“What?” I asked incredulously. “Do you see how they fit in my big hands? Nope, they can’t, and I love it. Look at the shape of them; rounded to perfection.”
“Well, you say that because you don’t have to carry them around with you all the time. Sometimes, I wish I could put them aside. They’re always getting in the way.” Lashawnda took her hands and grabbed my wrist, moving them so that her breasts jiggled.
“You can leave them with me anytime. I’ll be happy to booby-sit,” I said with a huge grin on my face.
“Thanks for the offer, Dr. Colcord, but I don’t know if I can afford your fees,” she responded between giggles. Her eyes were playful like a kid.
“I won’t charge you a dime. As long as I can play with them as much as I want, that’s all the payment I would need.” I put on my best haughty expression making Lashawnda laugh even louder.
This is fun.
I liked that our light, playful behavior carried over into the bedroom.
Lashawnda brought her hands up in the air stretching her body. I followed her movement with my tongue; wetting her right nipple then blowing cool air on it. Lashawnda shuddered as I went about booby-sitting her twins. I licked, sucked, massaged, and nibbled every inch of her large mounds. By the time I finished having my fun, she was flinching away from the lightest touch.
I placed a final kiss on the inside of her left breast, right above her heart. There were a lot of other places I wanted to taste. I followed the natural curve of her body from underarm, over her hips, and down to her knees.
“Mmmm…Sean.” Our playful mood from earlier had disappeared, the fervor had turned up to the max.
I placed a light kiss on the inside of Lashawnda’s thigh; and then took a deep breath, she smelled like heaven. She shared dinner with me earlier that night; I was glad I saved room for dessert. I surveyed the beautiful canvas of her lower body. The many hues that combined to make a beautiful tapestry.
Her clitoris stood proudly and erect like a hot pink pistil surrounded by chocolate petals. This flower was all mine, and I planned to bring it to full bloom. Her body had been primed but not yet at the stage of arousal that I wanted it. Everything I learned over the years about pleasing a woman had all been with the purpose of satisfying this one.
I was a scientist by nature. My job propelled me into administrative work, but right now I wanted to use all the skills that I learned in the classroom and those that came instinctively to make her body my wet lab. I had spent three months conducting extensive background research. I formulated my hypothesis on the night of our first date: If she put her trust in me then, I would do anything to make her happy.
My movements were precise.
I used the tip of my nose to trace the crease between Lashawnda’s inner thighs. My lips followed the same path with a light trail of kisses. When I reached her hip bone, I gently took the protruding structure between my lips and sucked it and the surrounding flesh over and over again. When I pulled away and smiled. Her skin was light enough in this spot that my mark would be difficult to hide. I resumed my efforts to mark her again.
She moaned.
I followed the curve of her stomach, placing opened mouth warm wet kisses all the way across its surface. I gave her right hip bone the same treatment as the left, sucking her skin with powerful motions and drawing her blood to the surface.
She shivered and gripped the sheets.
The right crease of her thigh was rewarded with the same caress of my nose followed by the pressure of my lips. I needed her to show me if my hypothesis of what got her the most aroused was correct. Using my teeth, I gently nipped her in some spots and almost bit her in others. My baby liked a little bit of pain with her pleasure.
She sucked in a deep breath and grabbed a handful of my hair, almost pulling it from the roots.
Her uninhibited response made me let loose a growl. I took hold of her legs underneath the knees, pressing them into the mattress. The first swipe with the broad surface of my tongue was a reward for my impatient taste buds. The bottom of her slit was heavily coated with her juices. All of that wetness, all of that desire was all for me. I gave her a few more licks until she was completely void of any visible moisture. I smacked my lips after swallowing, like a fat kid in a candy store.
I moved my hand down towards her thigh and gripped them firmly, keeping her in place. I French kissed her lower lips, turning my head sideways, pulling the left side into my mouth like I did earlier with her mouth. I proceeded to shower her entire labia with gentle stimulation with my tongue, nose, chin, lips, and at times his teeth. Doing everything possible to bring her the greatest amount of pleasure. I titillated her slowly when she became overly anxious and faster when her breathing started to labor.
I stiffened my tongue and plunged it as deep as I could in her core. On instinct I hummed with satisfaction as she fed me her nectar. She was so fucking sweet that I was about to cum just from the taste. When my tongue was satiated I let my fingers have their fill. Lashawnda’s mewls of pleasure was like music to my ears pushing me to dive deeper…love her harder. When I latched on to her protruding clit with unhurried strokes, her thick thighs began to vibrate. Her body writhed in sync with movement on my fingers. The gasp that caught in her throat was my reward.
“Sean I need you, please.” Lashawnda squirmed underneath me, begging in a voice that would forever drive me mad.
I wanted her to let go and ride the tidal wave of her orgasm before I took my own pleasure from her body. She confessed she wasn’t as experienced as me, and I wanted this to be her first lesson. This was pleasure in its purest form, raw and unrelenting.
“Don’t be frightened, sweetheart. Cum for me.” I urged her gently, my voice so deep and urgent I had a hard time recognizing it.
With my fingers, tongue, and teeth I pushed her closer to the edge of ecstasy. On command she heeded my words. Her thighs clamped around my face as thick cream leaked from her perfectly plundered portal. I opened my mouth wide to receive her offering, hollowing my cheeks and pulling every drop from her body.
“Oh God, Sean. Mmmmm!” Lashawnda’s body tensed and vibrated as she came.
“That’s a good girl.” I soothed her with soft gently laps of my tongue along her puffy folds. “I like to hear you scream.”
After a few moments of letting her come back down from heaven, I crawled up her body, placing one of her legs flat on the bed and the other over my shoulder. I positioned my cock at her entrance and slowly slid home. She was sensitive and immediately started squirming beneath me. The feel of her body and the taste of her on my tongue had me on edge. I didn’t know how long I would last.
“Mmmm…Sean?” Lashawnda’s voice was hoarse and cracked when she spoke.
“Yeah, baby?” I asked, mesmerized with how good her hot pussy felt wrapped around me.
“What are you doing to me?” she whispered in awe.
I shook my head and smiled at her confused expression.
“I’m loving you, sweetheart.” I licked slow circles around the back of her calf. “I told you that there was nothing about you that I don’t love, and that included your body.”
I nipped her on the same spot that I caressed with my tongue. Lashawnda jerked upward, meeting me forcefully on my downward stroke.
“Oh, God!” Lashawnda yelped from the pain and pleasure of me connecting heavily with her flesh.
I couldn’t keep the smirk from my face. Reaching down, I took hold of her ebony nipple and twe
aked it between my forefinger and thumb. Her eyes blazed with arousal; pushing my pace to increase tenfold. Lashawnda cried out again and again.
“That’s it, sweetheart, don’t be afraid to tell the entire building how much you like it when your man fucks you hard.”
I laughed out loud when she pinched my forearm and rolled her eyes. The smirk I had on my face was hard to hide. I dipped my head and angled my mouth to capture her lips while my hips pivoted forward with deep, forceful motions. Lashawnda blessed me by panting and speaking incoherently underneath me. The rough curly hairs on my pelvis rubbed against her mound and clitoris, heightening the feeling of me deep within her. My sac tightened against my body, and I knew I couldn’t hold out any longer.
“Do you know how amazing you feel, sweetheart?” I lifted her leg from my shoulder and grabbed a fist full of her hair. Slow stroking her, pulling out until just the head was left and then swiveling my hips all the way back in. Fucking her like this was going to be my second favorite thing in the world, making her happy was without a doubt first on the list. Yet, nothing would beat the view of her about to cum all over my cock.
“Yes…just like that. I’m cum’n.” Lashawnda gripped my cock and my forearm ferociously as the surge of her orgasm exploded from deep within her core.
I marveled at the beautiful display before me. I would never get tired of seeing her like this. My body tensed, crossing over into oblivion, as I clung to her shaking body like my life depended on it. Tiny particles of light flared behind my closed eyes. I set my lips next to her ear, ready to express how much she truly meant to me. But my nerves got the better of me. Was it too soon to speak the words that have been ever-present in my mind and heart?
My mind was resistant, but my heart spoke the words over and over again as she clung to me and welcomed my life’s essence into the cradle of her womb.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
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