by Burke, Dez
He must have seen the look of shock on her face, and he added drily, "Funny how the one time I could get you in my arms, I was too deep in sleep to really take advantage."
"You remembered! I didn't realize..."
He smiled. "When I found you lying next to me the next morning, I got a vague recollection of what happened. I haven't had one of those spells in a long time. Usually something specific triggers nightmares of the wreck and the fire. Maybe it was being around my family again. I don’t know. Anyway, it was nice of you and I don't think I'll ever forget how it felt to wake up with you snuggled in my arms. I didn’t move for thirty minutes even though my arm was asleep because I didn’t want to wake you."
His teasing smile sobered to something indefinably tender yet smouldering. Angela's heart skipped a beat as she felt a familiar tingle up her spine.
The look he gave her right then scared and thrilled her all at once. She instinctively backed away but he took her wrist in an unexpected grip that was gentle yet compelling.
Angela’s heart skipped, and she asked hoarsely, “What do you want, Shane?”
Her expression was resistant but deep inside, her core melted. She knew what he wanted. It was clear as day in his light grey eyes. Those eyes. They slayed her with promise of dark and wondrous things.
“You. All I want is you. One taste…one night. I can’t let you go, knowing you slipped from my fingers without getting to know what your touch, your heat could give me. One night is all I’m asking.”
Shane’s harsh, rasped words did crazy things to her insides. She couldn’t walk away not knowing either. She’d never have imagined herself sleeping with a white man but that wasn’t the novelty of it. Just the magic of experiencing the power of Shane’s passion was paramount. It had teased and taunted her senses for weeks, coloring the air around them every moment they’d danced around it.
But before she even had time to realize what he intended, he’d pulled her to him and swooped his mouth over hers.
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Angela acted merely on instinct and opened her mouth for the sweet invasion that was Shane’s tongue.
Her arms slipped around his neck and he groaned, tugging her more strongly up against him with his hands gripping her hips.
That deep sound of pleasure from his throat made Angela’s toes curl, her knees weakening when he picked that moment to tangle his tongue with hers before sucking hard on her bottom lip. Damn but this guy knew his way around a kiss, thought Angela even as her nipples hardened to pebbles beneath her blouse. They fairly jabbed Shane in the chest with each extended inch and in response, his shaft seemed to thicken and throb against her stomach with a force that made her whimper into his mouth.
Licking back at his tongue now laced moistly with hers, Angela’s brain faintly registered the sensation of his hands busy stroking her bare waist beneath the hem of her top. His firm, hungry touch made her so hot; her panties virtually crackling with the sizzle of smoking, lust-filled lava.
Shane deepened the kiss with a growl and practically lifted her off her feet as his arms closed around her hips, robbing her of breath. Their kiss became wildly erotic; fevered and untamed. Shane let her down slowly, making sure her body slid down the length of him so that she could feel every hard, strong ridge he possessed.
Angela forced her groggy lids open and stared up at Shane, wonderingly. His eyes held the mirror of every emotion surging through her every nerve cell. She couldn’t deny it if she tried; everything she could have said or wished had to be spread over her face.
“Bedroom,” he rasped, his gaze darker than midnight now.
Angela gulped, her arms tightening around his neck. “Yours or mine?” Her boldness staggered her.
“Fuck,” Shane groaned, shaking his head as if to ward off a mist over his brain as he seemed to struggle with choice. She couldn’t blame him; her mind was in such a daze she’d probably not remember her own name if she was asked.
“Whichever’s closer,” Shane finally said, already swinging her into his arms.
“Yours then,” Angela breathed, feeling like a feather as he carried her straight through the halls before entering his room.
He set her down right inside the door and they started kissing again. Angela plunged her tongue in his mouth, exploring and devouring with just as much passion as he exhibited. Her breasts rubbed against his chest, making her shudder at the friction her sensitive nipples felt even with the layers of clothes between them.
Angela didn’t stop kissing him until she heard him rumble, his arousal now a mast of steel prodding insistently into her mid-section. Deep inside her sheathe, her walls contracted and dripped. Breathless, she broke the kiss to stare at him almost bewilderedly. “You know this is crazy right?”
“Insane,” Shane agreed thickly. “More than a month’s worth of brain-numbing mania from the want of you. You made me want so damned much, Angela.”
The swollen buds of flesh centred on her heaving breasts told Angela she wanted him too. This wasn’t anything emotional she told herself; Shane wasn’t offering any promises. No expectations, no commitment. Most importantly, definitely no contract. Just them; their powerful craving for each other. Angela wanted nothing more than Shane to take her hard – on any available surface. She wanted him to carry her round the bedroom, with her impaled and writhing on his cock. Her legs wrapped around his waist and her fingers raking up and down his bare back. Oh she wanted him. This night. All night.
Angela couldn’t hold back her moan of delight as he pushed her against the wall and began to kiss her hungrily, roughly, his hands wrapped lightly around her throat as he mastered her with his passion. Hell yes, this was just what she needed, thought Angela. A man’s deep desire; his strong hands…his dominance. She wanted Shane to hold nothing back with her.
His hands slipped from her neck and he grabbed hold of her full, firm breasts as Angela kissed him back, her mouth spilling with soft mewls of pleasure.
Shane broke the kiss to track his warm lips down the smooth flesh of her neck. Ravenous for him, Angela licked at his ear and heard his responsive groan. Hmm, he liked that, she thought with glee. Only to gasp when she felt his fingers draw circles around her nipples through her clothes.
Moaning helplessly Angela’s head flung back to rest against the wall, her senses reeling. She didn’t even notice her shirt was halfway unbuttoned or that he’d bared her breasts in their nude mesh cups, until Shane bent his head and locked his lips around one nipple through her bra.
“Beautiful. So hot and sexy,” Shane groaned, nibbling hungrily at one nipple before shifting to the other, unwilling to let either nub feel neglected.
Angela was floating on a separate cloud of being. Having Shane’s hands and lips teasing her breasts even through her underwear was the most sensually thrilling thing ever, just as much so as if she was naked.
Angela let out a loud gasp, her fingers clutching his hair tightly. The scalding pressure on her breasts eased and she opened her eyes, lifting her head to find he was looking straight at her.
“I’ve dreamed this so long that now I don’t even know where to start,” were his hoarse-sounding words. “You make me wish I had ten hands to touch and pleasure you with. I don’t want to miss an inch.” So saying, he nuzzled at the curve of her neck, his mouth parting over her soft flesh to suck moistly with just the right force to make her moan.
“The things I want to do to you…in some counties they might actually be considered illegal,” he warned her gruffly. Angela thought, oh shit. The things he said to her. They brought images to her mind that made it almost impossible to breathe…Such as Shane, taking her from behind, holding her breasts as they hung down into his palms and swung with each pounding stroke of his dick in her aching pussy. Other pictures of carnality featuring Shane fucking her brains out filled her mind and caused her to quiver unstoppably.
His hands reached up to fondle a breast, his fingers pinching the stiff and erect nipple through the fabric o
f her bra. Angela’s eyes squeezed tight as she groaned and arched her back, conscious of his other hand sliding up her inner thigh, beneath her skirt to stroke on her mound. Angela sobbed his name, which saw him swiftly pushing aside the damp and filmy lace of her panties before he plunged a finger straight past her folds.
Angela’s whole body went rigid, a soundless gasp escaping her widely parted mouth. Her hips began to buck against his finger, her knees no stronger than jelly.
“Very wet…and very juicy. Just how I like it,” rasped Shane, pushing another finger into her slick entrance. Angela’s teeth sank into her bottom lip as she stared at him, her chest panting at the fullness already evident from those two fingers sliding in and out of her greedy, hot pussy.
Shane pressed her harder up against the wall, his free hand propped just beside her head. Slowly, he pulled his fingers completely out of her and brought his hand up to her face as he held her passion-glazed gaze.
Angela could see how the index and middle fingers of his raised hand glistened and shone with wetness. Suddenly, she could pick the scent on them. Shane mesmerized her as she watched him lick his index finger clean of her juice. Then he took the middle finger to her mouth and Angela parted her lips, not breaking eye contact with him as she sucked him into her mouth, down to the last knuckle.
They both groaned deeply, with Angela writhing shamelessly against him as the taste of her essences clouded her senses like a drug. Every part of her ached for Shane in that moment. Her pussy seemed to be drizzling in rivulets down to her knees. Her nipples were so hard and swollen it was agony rubbing them into his chest. She shook with want as Shane closed in for another searing kiss.
It was one full minute of him marauding her mouth with his. Angela’s pussy raged with heat when Shane began to stroke his thumbs across her rigid nipples. He pinched them firmly and swallowed her shaky gasp with another kiss.
He couldn’t seem to have enough of her mouth. A growl of hunger sounded deep in his throat and Angela pulled at him, her fingers running through his hair as she kissed him with as much passion. Matched each thrust of his tongue and pluck of his lips with plenty of her own. Boldly, she dropped one hand from his thick, silky hair to close her fingers around the hard rod of flesh between his legs. A shudder slammed through him as she began to stroke him through his pants.
Shane broke the kiss abruptly, breathing hard as he backed away from her.
Weak and trembling with need, Angela stared at him dazedly. Suddenly conscious of her tits hanging out of her bra and half-unbuttoned blouse, she went hot in the cheeks and quickly reached up to right herself.
“No.”
Angela stopped, instinctively responding to the command in Shane’s tone. She gazed into his eyes and loved the dangerous heat she saw in them. Her hands fell away.
A decidedly predatory gleam turned his grey eyes silvery. “I always wanted to see you like this: wanton; your beautiful skin flushed and warm with arousal. Incredibly desirable. And you want me.”
“Oh yes,” she said firmly in reply to the underlying tone of wonder she heard in his words, adding clearly, “I want you, Shane.”
“Then show me.”
Oh my…Dear heaven. Angela didn’t even want to consider it first. She moved forward and closed the gap between them quickly. His eyes were dark, watchful as she reached for his shirt. The next instant, she was yanking down the middle, sending buttons popping unto the floor. She pushed the ruined shirt off his shoulders and off his arms, baring his magnificently toned torso to her gaze. The room wasn’t that brightly lit but it was enough to see the scars tracing from his neck down one side of his torso.
“They don’t disgust you,” he said more than asked, his gaze watching her every expression.
“God. No,” she breathed, skimming her arms over every broad and muscular inch of his chest and abs. “That’s the last thing you could ever do.”
Licking on her lips, Angela clashed her mouth with his as she hurriedly undid his belt along with his pants. She then yanked them down with his boxers all in one go. Shane chuckled deeply, his lips still locked to hers as he stepped out of his clothes, kicking them away as well as his shoes. Angela wasted no time in backing him up until they reached the bed, where she pushed firmly on his chest so that he fell back unto the springy mattress.
Shane stayed propped up on his elbows as Angela began to undress in front of the bed. Anything that was left of her inhibitions was long gone. She peeled off her blouse followed by her bra. Then she unzipped her skirt and let it pool around her ankles. Stepping out of it she made for the bed.
The look on Shane’s face as he stared at her brought more of the dampness pooling into her lacy nude-coloured panties, which she left on.
She tried to picture herself as he would and hoped he found her as captivating as she found him. Hoped he liked her large, rounded breasts and dark nipples already fully swollen, hard and distended…her creamy chocolate skin and trim waist flaring into curvy yet athletic hips and her long smooth legs with her feet displaying coral-pink toes as she slipped out of her heels.
Judging from the way his chest heaved and the flesh on his cheekbones grew taut and flushed with lust while his cock reared and bobbed hungrily beneath his boxers, Angela could surmise that he indeed found her appealing in every way there was.
Her full, firm breasts jiggled as she bent over the mattress, walking on her hands and knees to where he lay waiting, an unmistakeably massive tent poking out of his silk boxers.
She shoved firmly on his chest until he was flat on his back, then she straddled his lean waist, her hands sliding up his glorious pecs to brush over his tiny plum-coloured nipples.
“You make me so wet,” Angela gasped, unable to keep from grinding her moist centre over his groin, her ass sliding over his thick, long shaft barely held in by his shorts. “Touch my breasts, Shane. Suck my nipples. Please. I need you so much.”
Shane groaned, his hands lifting from the bed to grab at her swaying C-cup tits. He half-lifted himself off the pillows to bury his face in the cleavage his hands formed as he squeezed the proudly-tipped mounds together. Angela’s head flung back as he sought one nipple and dragged it whole into his mouth, suckling first softly, before he grew ravenous, fervent. Started pulling on her tit like a man starved.
“Oh lord,” gasped Angela, clutching his head and staring down at his lighter-toned face held against her dusky bosom, his tongue flicking at one purple-black nipple. There was a sheen of perspiration on his forehead and she bent to run her tongue over his damp skin. Damn, she hummed. Even his sweat tasted good. Now she wanted more.
Much as she loved him sucking her breasts, she let her nipple pop from his mouth. Then, sending him a temptress of a smile, Angela began to glide down the length of his body. She didn’t even see the scars as she kissed and licked each nipple, or when she trailed her tongue down along his rippling abs to the waistband of his boxers. She pulled on them and he helpfully raised his hips so she could tug them off his legs. Angela tossed away the boxers, her eyes fastened on his cock which was fully erect and pointing straight up his belly, past his navel. Thick and long enough to make her insides quiver, Angela marvelled at his size and beauty, his privates shaved completely. Unable to wait any longer, she reached out a hand to cup his sexily smooth balls, feeling his body jerk at her touch.
“Oh Shane, you’re so freaking hot,” she moaned, her other hand grasping his length as she bent to kiss on his lips. The tips of her breasts skimmed his body and she felt his reply get strangled in his throat. Their tongues met in the open, the kiss growing sloppier and freakier. Angela felt Shane reach a hand between her legs to slide into her panties and stroke her pussy folds. He rubbed on her clit and vulva, sending red-hot synapses of bliss right up her spinal cord.
Angela could tell she was seconds from flooding his hand with her cum. Jerking away from his masterful hand, Angela ripped her mouth from his. “No baby,” she said with a sultry moan, “The first time I come I w
ant you to be deep inside me, pounding me like a beast.”
Shane’s face creased in a grimace of arousal. “Fuck, Angela. The things you say to me. Driving me close to the fucking edge.”
“Well there’s more to…come,” she teased, her eyes dancing as she began to slide lower over his body. Shane groaned and pushed his head back against the pillows, watching her with that hungry look in his eyes she’d come to love. He placed both hands at the back of his head and began to growl his pleasure as she stroked and squeezed him firmly. It was like holding a hot steel pipe wrapped in smooth velvet, and she revelled in the feel and weight of him in her palms. She tried to fit both hands around him, one over the other. The fact that there was so much to get around made her lick on her now parched lips, a twang of lust striking the neck of her vaginal walls where she knew his thick, long staff would be reaching soon.
Angela glanced up at his face to gauge his response as she flexed her fingers on him from the lower end to the tip. A deep, ragged sigh escaped him and he watched her with eyes narrowed to slits. Encouraged, Angela lowered her head to his mushroom cap, letting him rest between her lips while her tongue snaked out to play with the opening in the head where his precum gathered.
She murmured with deep pleasure, the taste of him making her want to do dirty, wild things to him. Her mouth parting wide over him, she lapped at the notched underside of his tip while she let her saliva slip down his shaft and in between her fingers, coating him copiously before she started to firmly stroke him. Hearing him groan as his entire body clenched up made Angela swell with inordinate pleasure to know he enjoyed her touch. She pumped him with her fists for a while before pausing to engulf him with her lips.
His hands immediately grappled with her long hair but that couldn’t stop her from stretching her lips wider as she swallowed his length into her mouth as deep as he could go. Angela let her throat contract around him, loving his texture and heat. Damn but it felt good with him in her mouth, just hitting the base of her throat. His fingers tightened in her hair and he started to thrust his hips in and out of her mouth. She could spend all night sucking on him and listening to the sounds that seemed torn from his throat.