Black Female

by Kim J. West

  I swung us around and laid her on the bed, crawling down to her sex. Pushing her thong to one side, I gently slid my warm, moist tongue through her slit. Lena arched her back into the bed, gripping the bed covers with clenched fists. I spread her legs wide and began to lick and suck with so much fervor I was on the verge of losing control. I tongue fucked her, stiffening my tongue and plunging it into her pussy, causing her to undulate her hips rapidly, giving me more access.

  “Flick my clit with your tongue, baby," she pleaded.

  I quickly pulled off her panties, then spun her over face down. I came off the bed then pulled her ass up to a kneeling position right on the edge of the bed, while she leaned on her elbows. I spread her thick thighs wider then stood back to look at her.

  I could see everything, the globes of her ass and the dark rosette between them, her moist pussy lips and the swollen pleasure centre she had asked me to flick with my tongue. I stroked my raging hard on firmly, aching to fuck her as hard as possible.

  "If only you could see what I can see," I whispered hoarsely, my voice laced with want and lust.

  I knelt on the floor behind her and probed her pussy lips with my tongue, sucking each lip in turn. My hands stroked her curvaceous ass in circles. I couldn’t help spreading and lifting it to give me more access to her clit. Lena was always clean with a pleasant scent and I felt like running my tongue over that dark rosette, but decided not to introduce anything unexpected; yet. I concentrated on flicking her clit rapidly, her groans and cries making me groan desperately with the primal need to fuck. I knew she was close to climaxing and I wanted to push her over the edge quicker so I could make love to her.

  While maintaining relentless focus on her clit, I gently reached up and lightly stroked her puckered rear. Almost instantaneously Lena shuddered uncontrollably, a powerful orgasm ripping through her body while she cried out my name repeatedly. She fell to her side on the bed and I came over her, silencing her cries with a deep passionate kiss.

  “I love making you come, Lena,” I told her, kissing her repeatedly.

  “When do I get to taste it, daddy?" she asked, taking me by surprise. Whenever she called me that, I knew I was going to blow a monster load.

  I crawled up her body and knelt, straddling her chest. I placed a pillow under her head and shoulders then lowered my hard cock towards her mouth.

  “Open your mouth, baby,” I commanded, rubbing the moist head on her lips.

  She opened her mouth and I watched her closely as I slid my cock between her lips. The sensation was indescribable as I moved in and out with shallow plunges, careful to go at a pace she could handle. Lena reached up her hand and grasped the length of my shaft, stroking it firmly while groaning and moaning as she enjoyed servicing my cock. Her other hand came up to cup my balls, reaching back with her middle finger to stroke the area near my prostate.

  The sensation was too intense; I couldn’t control myself with that amount of pleasure and stimulation. Without volition I began to thrust more forcefully into her mouth, growling out loud. I could feel the head of my cock reaching the back of her throat while Lena kept her cheeks hollowed, sucking me in with each plunge.

  "Fuck. Yes, suck me harder! That's just the way I like it, baby. Your mouth is so greedy,” I told her desperately; I knew I was close to coming hard. She tightened her lips around my cock and gave me what I asked for, sucking and stroking my dick; she wanted me to come right there. I felt my balls tighten and a bolt of pleasure travel to my groin, then I was cumming hard and copiously, spurting down her throat. She swallowed repeatedly over and over as I came in her mouth and I didn’t stop thrusting until every jolt had stopped wracking my body.

  "Wow.” I gasped pulling back, “That was incredible."

  I was in awe of this extraordinary woman who was willing to give me this much pleasure and make me feel this good; like I was on top of the world. Many women had tried to offer me far crazier and nastier experiences than Lena had, but I was beginning to discover the key difference; the love I felt for her. It made the sex thousands of times more incredible. I was hopeful she would feel the same way about me. She had to love me; that’s all I wanted.

  I lowered myself over her body, lying on top of her missionary style. My dick had hardened again and I wanted to make love to her. I entered her swollen tissues, bracing myself to slide my cock deeper inside her. She was gripping my dick tightly, her thick thighs spread wide to accommodate my hips between them. I interlocked our hands and raised them above her head, while moving in and out of her at a languid pace, her breast pressed against my chest. She was looking at me with an emotion I couldn’t identify, but I liked it.

  We were silent for a long moment as I felt her connecting deeply with me and I with her. I was in love with her, deeply and irrevocably.

  "I love you." She blurted it out unexpectedly.

  It took me by surprise and I felt my heart beating faster as the realization hit me; she felt the same about me. My love and desire for her was overwhelming and I began to fuck harder and faster, holding her gaze with mine.

  "Lena," I gasped, "do you have any idea how much you mean to me?"

  “Tell me, baby,” she answered as she held me close to her, twisting her hips deliciously while meeting me thrust for thrust.

  “You mean everything to me, Lena,” I confessed to her. “I want to take care of you; to be everything to you.”

  Maybe even marry her. The unexpected thought took me by surprise, yet heightened my arousal. Within moments I felt Lena beginning to come, her thrusts harder as she jolted, her sex clenching my cock in tight waves.

  “Fuck, Lena you are sucking me dry," I growled as I gave several hard thrusts, then began to spurt into her sex, plunging my cock endlessly.

  Eventually, I pulled out of her and pulled her to lie on my chest, catching my breath while I held her. I thought about what she’d said; she loved me. This was a major milestone for our relationship because I knew she meant it. I knew there were many issues to get through before I could make this confession to her. I would clear my way to her, then I would tell her how I felt.

  Chapter Forty

  A few minutes later, we heard the pilot announce we were twenty minutes from landing. Lena stirred in my arms and I released her reluctantly and she made her way to the adjoining bathroom. We’d spent almost the entire two and a half hour flight making love. I got up and dressed quickly, thinking how incredible my relationship with Lena was going to be. A few minutes later she came out of the bathroom and I pulled her to me and gave her a kiss on the forehead. She was looking a little apprehensive as if unsure about something.

  "Everything okay?"I asked, seeing her in a new light now that I knew she was in love with me.

  "Yes," she responded a little too quickly. I smiled and squeezed her arm, then left the bedroom, heading back to the seats to prepare for landing.

  I asked the flight attendant for another Hennessy, sipping it while waiting for Lena and thinking about my future with her.

  After landing and on-board immigration checks, one of our drivers based in the Bahamas picked us up in a Ford SUV right outside the plane. The weather was beautiful and the familiar salty scented breeze washed over us as we entered the car, with Lena’s hand firmly in mine. We headed to the Strauss Carter hangar within the airport premises, where the jet would park for the weekend and our helicopter was kept. As I left my pilots and flight attendant, I already knew they’d be well taken care of at one of the resorts Janice would have arranged for their stay as usual. Sometimes they flew their families on commercial flights to join them if they weren’t flying back to Atlanta.

  I was still reeling from the fact that Lena was in love with me; our relationship had been volatile for the most part and I never knew which way it was with her sometimes. But now I knew; she felt the same way. The revelation was both exciting and terrifying at the same time. My mind was already focused on cementing what we had, but I knew I had to have my shit straight with her.
She wasn’t the ‘foolishly-fall-in-love-at-first-kiss’ type. She would call me out on anything that wasn’t in place. While she was spontaneous when it came to sex, she was methodical and organized about everything else. She was the perfect woman for me. I didn’t want a walk-over like all the women I’d ever dated who let me get away with whatever I wanted. I wanted an intelligent, smart woman who would love me and fuck me to death, yet wasn’t afraid to challenge me and call me out on my shit. I loved the intelligent conversation, the sex, the fighting, the making up; I loved her and I would have her.

  While deep in thought, I noticed her watching me carefully. She tried to shift her hand away but I held her more firmly. I had to snap out of my thoughts and focus on enjoying my weekend with her.

  A few minutes later, we arrived at the hangar where the helicopter was already prepped and parked on the helipad. Clinton the pilot was already standing beside it in his island uniform of black shorts and white shirt. As soon as he saw us approaching, he hopped in and fired up the bird, the rotor blades turning slowly. I hopped out of the car and offered Lena my hand to help her out; then protectively shielding her with my arm, I quickly led her to the helicopter. The driver had already loaded up our baggage by the time I was strapping in a wide-eyed, smiling Lena into her seat.

  Yeah, baby; this is your life if you stay with me, I said to myself with a boyish grin.

  The pilot shouted a polite greeting to us and handed me the headsets so we could communicate.

  “This is so cool, Jonathan!” Lena shouted into the mouthpiece once we’d secured them.

  Finally I’d impressed her, I thought as I smiled at her and planted a kiss on the back of her hand. The helicopter rose and we headed off in a south-easterly direction.

  “Where are we going?” Lena’s amplified voice asked, while she looked around outside the helicopter.

  “To a private island,” I replied. I saw her raise her eyebrows in surprise. As we left the main island and flew out over the sea, I watched her enjoying the beautiful views of the island archipelago, awed by the crystal clear blue waters beneath. I just knew I was winning today and scoring major points with her; points I intended to cash in all weekend.

  After we’d passed a number of uninhabited islands, I spied Carter Island to the left which was naturally C-shaped. The pilot headed towards it and the Carter residence came into view. I’d not been there in a few months since the most recent damage caused by a freak storm had been repaired. It was a very large residence built on a raised bluff.

  The much smaller staff cottages were visible on the southern side, about half a mile from the large residence. There were multiple small beaches surrounding the island, separated from each other by rocks, cliffs and vegetation. The largest beach was a short walk below the bluff where the house stood.

  A couple of years ago, I’d built a bigger jetty with a long walkway on the right shore, to accommodate the magnificent yacht I’d bought. She was beautiful and came with two jet skis, a Jacuzzi and helipad, along with a speed boat I used more often. Working all the time, I’d barely had time to enjoy her.

  Now that I had Lena, perhaps we would sail her together to the Caribbean or maybe to South Carolina, if we ever had the time from our busy schedules. But for now, this vacation was about being alone on the island with Lena. We landed on the helipad I’d had built and the pilot slowed the rotors.

  While we were removing our headsets, I saw Herbert approaching the helicopter, dressed like the pilot as usual. Herbert was a native Bahamian and had been with our family since I was a child. He was like family to us and we overpaid him for the great job he did taking care of the island. He’d barely changed from how he was when I first met him; strong, capable and reliable. He shook my hand firmly as always, then shook Lena’s. He took our bags out of the helicopter while I helped Lena to the ground.

  As soon as we’d cleared the helicopter, it rose and took off back in the direction we came from, and a silence descended on the island, except for the crashing of waves on the beach below and a light breeze rustling the greenery.

  “Nice to see you again, Jonathan,” he said in his familiar sing-song patois of the islands.

  “Good to see you, Herbert.” I responded warmly, grabbing one bag and leading Lena by the hand towards the residence. Herbert followed us with the rest of our baggage.

  We arrived at the two-story residence, built in colonial Bahamian architecture, consisting of large porches and balconies. I glanced around, noting the part of the roof destroyed by the storm had been repaired so well, it looked no different from the rest.

  The house had always been painted in a lemon color with white door posts and window frames and the recent renovation looked good so far.

  Last I came to see the damage, the garden had been torn to shreds, leaving only the palm trees standing. It looked like Herbert and his team had done a fantastic job restoring the exotic flower garden planted around the house.

  When we got to the portico, Molly and Gerald were waiting to meet us, dressed in their work uniforms. Molly was Herbert’s wife and I’d known her all my life; she was my island mother. I had fond memories of her drying my tears after scrapes and bruises playing in dangerous spots during my childhood, and of her scolding me and her sons when we did naughty things during playtime.

  "Welcome, Jonny," she said, running towards me for a hug as she always did, smiling brightly.

  “Hello, Molly,” I replied smiling fondly, holding her for a long moment.

  “Welcome, sir,” Gerald said while extending his hand for a firm handshake. I was less familiar with him having known him for a much shorter time; but he was a great chef and we were fortunate to have him working for us whenever we were in residence.

  I pulled Lena to my side to introduce her to them all.

  “Everyone,” I began, getting their attention. “This is my girlfriend, Miss. Williams. Lena, this is Herbert and this is Molly, they take care of this property; and this is Gerald our chef.”

  They kindly welcomed her and shook her hand in turn and Lena responded politely to their greetings. I was surprised to feel a little nervous flutter; these were the first people I was introducing her to formally, something I’d be doing quite frequently back in Atlanta in the future. Molly and Herbert had met many of the girls I’d dated before, mostly during my wild college days; but none of them meant as much to me as Lena did. I hadn’t brought a girl over to the island for a couple of years, since my ex-fiancée Ashley.

  I took Lena’s hand and led her inside the house, while Herbert took our baggage to the master suite upstairs.

  I’d always loved the interior of this house and insisted that every renovation must be faithful to the original 1930’s architecture. The furnishings and wood fixtures damaged by the storm were unrecognizable after the thorough repairs that had been carried out. I’d commend Herbert later for ensuring an excellent job.

  I led Lena right through the house to double doors that opened out to the front patio. Several steps led to a pretty green lawn with the spectacular infinity pool I had installed a few years back, replacing the old style 1970’s kidney shaped pool my parents had installed before my time. The vanishing end of the pool gave the illusion of water flowing right out towards the sea’s horizon.

  To the right side of this entertainment area, were more steps and a long sloping path to the main beach where I’d grown up building sand empires and splashing about in the waves. I looked at Lena to see her reaction to the beauty of our surroundings.

  "Wow, it's breathtaking," she said looking at me wide-eyed.

  "Yes it's beautiful,” I agreed.

  I showed her around the house, leading her through the kitchen, multiple living rooms, and bedrooms. I showed her the library where the shelves were filled with priceless, vintage books; a collection that my grandfather had begun and each generation continued adding to. I was thankful that Herbert had managed to save the collection from the storm by storing them on the yacht which was sailed
to safer waters until the storm was over.

  I led her upstairs to show her the four bedrooms including the huge master suite with an old fashioned four poster bed, complete with Caribbean style netting.

  We’d kept the master bathroom with its Georgian style claw-foot bathtub, another feature we’d kept true to the original architecture. I was hopeful that Lena would like it. The staff had certainly worked hard as usual to ensure everything was ready for my visit; nothing was missing or out of place. I pointed out her bags on the luggage rack.

  “Babe, get changed into your swimsuit; we have time for a quick swim before dinner,” I suggested.

  I left her while I went downstairs to chat to the staff about my requirements for the evening.

  “Hey, Herbert,” I said as I entered the kitchen. “Everything looks great; good job.”

  “I’m glad you like it, Jonny.” He briefly explained that more work was needed for the water purification system but that we had adequate water for the weekend.

  “That’s a nice girl you got there,” Molly quipped when she walked into the kitchen.

  “Thanks, Molly,” I replied, smiling in agreement.

  “When are you going to settle down, Jonny?” she asked, glancing at Herbert with some unspoken communication going on between them.

  I laughed at her question. “Who knows? Maybe sooner than you think,” I replied with a wink.

  I instructed Gerald to prepare snacks for us for the pool and a picnic basket for dinner at the beach at sunset. He showed me the wines available for dinner and I selected a Rosé wine since we were having seafood. I also informed him that it was Lena’s birthday the next day and requested a large cupcake to be baked for me to present to her.

  Chapter Forty-One

  Just as I got back upstairs to change and fetch Lena, she stepped out of the bathroom, wearing the tiniest bikini I’d ever seen in my life. It was a white two piece bikini that barely covered her breasts and I assumed the bottoms must be just as revealing; but she was hiding her ass under a lacy sarong.