Taking both into her hand, she massaged them softly while her tongue traveled back to the head. She took his engorged cock fully into her mouth to suckle and lick. One hand fondled his balls, and the other gripped his shaft and pulled him in and out of her mouth in long, slow, languid caresses.
“Sarona, babe, you’re killing me,” he groaned, “but I think I’ll die a happy man.”
“Mmm … you taste good.” Her voice vibrated along the length of his cock. She continued her exploration, stroking, licking, touching, and marveling at the miracle of his still-growing member. She’d taken control and had become the aggressor, demanding and taking what she wanted, and he was willing to let her have her way.
She caressed and stroked his thickness and gently gripped and massaged his balls, enjoying immensely the feeling of total control and power and knowing she held the key to his pleasure in the palms of her hands. She slid her way up his body, and walking him backward, pushed him down upon the bed. Removing and dropping her robe to the floor, she stood before him once again in naked majesty, and once again the sight of her stole his breath from him. Joining him upon the bed, she straddled him and stretched his arms wide, holding them shackled above his head.
“I spent the entire morning and afternoon thinking about this, thinking about you lying beneath me and me having my way with you,” she whispered, then nipped and licked his ear. “Touching your body excites me,” she continued. “I’m going to seek out and find the most sensitive parts of your body and turn it into … one … big … erogenous … zone.”
She punctuated each word with a long, lapping stroke from her tongue. “I want to feel it shiver and tremble beneath my hands and then shatter into a million pieces from your release when you come.” She smiled with secret satisfaction as she felt his body’s answering shudder of pleasure and anticipation. “Then I’m going to pick up those million pieces, put them back together … and start … all over … again.”
Her lips and tongue traveled down his torso, lingering and teasing first one nipple, then the other. His breathy intake told them both that he was roused by her promise, and the pebbling and tightening of his nipples gave further evidence to his state of excitement. She rubbed and teased him with her large, swaying breasts; her hardened nipples, pointed and protruding, intensified the sensations of his already heightened senses.
“Last night I was yours. I willingly surrendered to your desire and gladly gave you everything you asked of me and more,” she murmured as she continued her sensual attack, her tongue delving, tasting, spearing. “Tonight I expect no less in return.”
She released his hands and commanded him to stay still. He wasn’t allowed to touch her as she continued her unhurried assault upon his body. She licked, touched, stroked, caressed, and whispered to him continuously, sharing her fantasy with soft words and soft, deliberate touches. He groaned when she took his swollen cock into her hands and massaged it, stroked and suckled it.
She relished the feel of him, the smell of him … the taste of him. She breathed him in, held him close, and rejoiced in the beauty of his manhood — how it stood hard, high, and proud, anxious to be touched and taken. She teased him with her tongue, kissed him with her lips, and encircled him with her mouth, all the while listening to the sounds of his pleasure, the hoarse, guttural moans emanating from his throat.
She felt his body rigid, taut, and strained, writhing under the attentions of her experienced mouth and hands. She watched his fingers reach to hold onto the bed linens to anchor him through the onslaught of sensual overload, but she refused to give him relief, greedily seeking her own satisfaction, her own pleasure and fulfillment.
“Sarona,” he croaked through clenched teeth. “I don’t think I can take much more.” His head was thrown back, his lungs taking in gulps of air as he fought to forestall imminent release.
She continued to bombard him with pain and pleasure, to stroke his body beyond endurance, until at last she could no longer delay her own need to feel him, hard and solid, gripped within her silken walls. Stroking and caressing him with one hand, she used the other to position his hardened cock as she moved over him. Taking her time, savoring the sensation, she slowly slid her wet, velvet sheath down his shaft and impaled herself with the length of him, the feeling so exhilarating, so electrifying it took her breath away.
Sarona took control of the momentum and the movement. She set the rhythm and dictated the tempo. She rode him hard and fast, slow and easy, thrusting down and grinding her heated channel onto his hardened cock. She moved in a maddening up-down and circular motion, intended to drive him over the edge, beyond his control, and he willingly followed where she led. His compliance was total; he gave her his all and eagerly took and surrendered to the heat of her passion.
She met each thrust, every stroke, and rode each wave of pleasure as it rushed over her, through her, and she took him with her on that wild, raucous ride. His hands gripped her hips and held her tight as he rose to meet her downward, driving force. His heart pounded in time to the rhythm of her stroke, the sway of her breasts, and the grasp of her hands. They rode the tide together, took the plunge, and then crested the wave at the exact same moment.
His orgasm, her orgasm — their orgasm erupted and rippled through them, washed over them and carried them over the edge, and took them slipping and sliding blindly into blissful oblivion. It was an eruption of passion in its purest form.
Sarona collapsed and lay prone across David, weakened by her expended energy and that mind-blowing orgasm. David wrapped his arms around her and held her to him, his breathing coming in short, ragged gasps. Both were slick with sweat and speechless as they waited for their bodies to stop free falling and return safely to the haven of earth and reality.
“Oh, God.” Sarona groaned, her head planted face down into the pillow beside his head. “I don’t know about you, but I think if we keep this up, one of is going to keel over and die. We’ve got to stop this, or we won’t survive. Have you ever heard of anyone actually dying from too much sex?” A hint of real concern colored the tone of her voice.
“No, I haven’t, but God, what a way to go.” David chuckled lightly.
“Thank you,” Sarona whispered, her voice tired and drowsy from sexual exhaustion.
“For what?” David asked, his brow furrowed and his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, clearly puzzled by her remark.
“For giving me my fantasy,” she stated, as she slipped to his side and settled into what was fast becoming her favorite position, her head on his shoulder nestled beneath his chin, and slowly allowed fatigue and sleep to creep up and overtake her.
He rolled her over on her side and tucked her bottom into the cradle of his pelvis, spooning and cuddling her close. His nose was pressed against the nape of her neck, inhaling her scent once more. He wrapped his arm around her, and his hand cupped and stroked her breasts and nipples soothingly, lulling and beckoning them both into sated slumber. “Believe me, babe, the pleasure was all mine,” he murmured in her ear as he too was claimed by exhaustion.
• • •
David pulled her to him, and nuzzling her neck, he circled her in his arms and began to gently kiss her awake. His lips were soft and teasing as he held her close. He breathed her in, profoundly aware of the significance of finding this remarkable woman lying next to him in bed. He closed his eyes and lightly stroked her soft skin, again marveling at its silk-like smoothness. Inhaling the heady aroma of their combined scents he was instantly flooded with the memory of their night and afternoon together, making love.
He couldn’t get enough of that scent, and he didn’t think he ever would. He loved the feeling of waking up with her wrapped in his arms. His acknowledgement of the sentiment made him keenly aware of the subtle yet unmistakable change in him. A change that made him look more closely at the man he was becoming, evolving into in such a short period of time. A man who felt no shame in the fact that he craved the softness of a woman’s touch, the strength of a woman’s charac
ter, and the stimulation of her intellect, with the ability to let himself go to the possibility of being thoroughly loved and satisfied by one extraordinary woman.
• • •
Sarona awakened to soft warm kisses and the feeling of strong arms holding her tenderly. She felt the soothing, reassuring, and gentle stroking of nimble fingers and soft hands. She delighted in his touch, the memory of his sweetest surrender, and the thrill of finding him there, still in her bed. She was secretly captivated by his manner and the way he consistently treated her.
She smiled to herself, inwardly in awe at the contradiction of the perceived character and persona of the man — that a ladies’ man actually knew how to treat a lady. That such a big, strong man could be so gentle. That such strength could conceal such tenderness. She loved that he was a sensual and sensitive man. A man who knew how to savor her body, touch her with fiery desire, and consume her with his lust. And look at her with eyes that left no doubt there was no other place in the world he’d rather be than in her arms.
His gentle touch, his warm eyes, and his demeanor conveyed admiration and respect. The hours she spent in his arms were the combination of when fantasy collided with reality and the end result was indefinable pleasure. She reached up to let her hand rest upon his chest, to feel the tempo, the rhythm of its rise and fall with each measured breath. She began her own unhurried exploration — her own quest to seek out, to uncover and connect to the man beneath that hard shell. Snuggling nearer and sighing contentedly, Sarona gave up all thought and burrowed closer, deeper into the safety of his hard, muscled strength and the sanctuary his arms willingly offered.
They both continued to lie quietly in each other’s arms, each in their own world. No words were spoken. There was no need for words, for the silence between them spoke volumes.
Chapter 10
The bathroom was dimly lit by candlelight that spilled over from the bedroom, as well as a few candles placed sparingly throughout the room. Soft strains of romantic jazz wafted from the nearby stereo. The tub was filled to capacity with fragrantly scented water and bubbles.
“This was a wonderful idea, and I’m so glad I thought of it,” Sarona cooed as she lifted one bubble-covered leg and rested a perfectly manicured foot upon David’s chest. “I love bubble baths, and this tub is so huge, it’s perfect for two!” She giggled with glee.
David laughed softly at her obvious happiness, deeply thrilled he was a part of it. Being together the last couple of days like this, sharing intimate moment after intimate moment, went far beyond his greatest expectations. He couldn’t believe how incredible the time had been, bonded together, embraced in breathtaking passion for the past twenty-four short hours. Every minute with Sarona was a whole new experience for him, and he loved every minute. He didn’t think he’d ever recover. He grinned broadly as he took the foot that rested upon his chest and began a slow, sensuous massage.
“Did I tell you how wonderful my massage was today?” she inquired with brightly sparkling eyes and a wide, playful smile.
“Yes, you did,” he responded, looking intently at her foot, pretending to be particularly interested in her little toe.
“Did I tell you that I loved my massage today?” she asked in an overloud voice, trying to get his attention and have him look her in her eyes.
“Yes, you did,” he replied again as he lifted her foot and kissed the arch, letting his tongue run up the ball of it and over her big toe before he took the end of it into his mouth and suckled it.
“Hmmm.” Sarona sighed with a little shiver. “Did I tell you I loved the flowers and the kimono?” she breathed.
“Yes, you did, and you did it in such an ingenious and original way.” He chuckled at her response to his sensual teasing as he continued to kiss and nibble at her foot and toes.
“Did I tell you I’ve loved every minute we’ve spent together since last night?” she asked in a lowered voice.
“No,” he said in an equally low voice. “That’s one admission you’ve managed to keep to yourself.”
“I have, you know. Loved every minute we’ve spent together since last night,” she repeated, her playfulness suddenly and quietly giving way to the somber revelation.
He registered the change in her voice and raised his head to catch the look in her eyes. Sarona gently tugged at her foot and slowly withdrew it from his grasp, letting it glide a path down his chest and stomach before she slipped it back into the water by his side. Her eyes retraced the movement of her foot and came to rest on a spot in the middle of his chest. She raised her gaze, looking him solemnly in his eyes, and asked, “Do you wonder how we got here, David?”
David returned her unexpectedly melancholy stare, his heart suddenly in his throat because he didn’t know where the question had come from and was immediately wary of where it might lead. He didn’t like that all-too-thoughtful look on her face; he didn’t want her to think too hard, to delve too deep, to go too far and break the magic spell that had been woven about them. “Here” was what he’d waited far too long for. “Here” was what he’d dreamed of and hoped for. He didn’t want doubts or second thoughts to creep in and destroy the fragile foundation they were building.
“What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean. Look at us. It’s been what, five days? How did we come so far, so fast? How did we go from casual conversation to intimate relations; how did we go from just for laughs to … bubble baths?”
He didn’t know where she was going with this line of dialogue, and from the sound of it he didn’t think he was going to like it. He leaned forward and took both her hands in his and held them to his lips, purposely kissing each finger.
With an intent look he said, “It shouldn’t be that much of a mystery, Sarona. Sure, it’s been five days, but we’ve known each other a lot longer. It’s not like we’re total strangers. This happened like these things typically do — boy meets girl, boy likes girl, boy chases girl until, in your case, she gets fed up and allows him to catch her. I know the line got crossed and things shifted from their expected path, but nothing in life stays the same. People and situations change. I can’t tell you how we managed to get here, and frankly I don’t care about the how of it. I’m just glad we did. Our being together is not totally by accident. Nor is it totally by design, but whether you call it fate or destiny I believe both had a hand in the orchestration of what I choose to think of as my good fortune. The last twenty-four hours have been the best-spent hours of my life. And, I know I’m not alone in this, Sarona. I know you’ve enjoyed it too, so don’t you dare start tearing it apart by over examining and over analyzing and talking yourself into regretting this,” he said with a hard, steely look in his eyes.
“That’s not what I’m doing, David,” she said with a small laugh. “I’m just curious as to how we came to be here, in this moment. This is totally out of character for me. And, if my past observations tell me anything, they tell me it’s certainly out of character for you.” She looked straight into his eyes, her eyebrows lifted expectantly.
She doesn’t trust me, he thought, suddenly aware of the mixture of doubt and suspicion that rested upon her face, and that he heard echoed in her voice. She doesn’t trust this thing that’s happening between us. David reluctantly released her hands and slowly reclined back into the tub and crossed his arms over his chest. His eyes became hard and narrowed, and his jaw tightened as he pinned her with a penetrating stare.
“This isn’t a question about how we got here, is it? You’re wondering how I got here, and why. You’re looking for the answer to the shift from my usual taste in women — to why I’ve pursued you, aren’t you?”
To her credit, she wasn’t intimidated by his stare, and she didn’t wither or back down from the question. “Yes. That’s exactly what I’m asking. What is the reason behind this change in preference? Why has your fondness for a certain type of woman taken such an extreme turn? Why are you suddenly interested in a voluptuous, full-figured black woma
n, instead of your usual skinny, white model type?”
“Like I said, people and situations change,” he responded with a slight edge to his voice. “I told you, Sarona, I’ve done a lot of changing in the last year. It’s something you wouldn’t know, because you’ve never really seen me. I took a long, hard look at myself over the past year, and decided I didn’t like what I saw or what I had become. I decided to make a change. Part of that change was to stop ignoring the fact that I am attracted to you.”
David was slightly annoyed at her questions and the implication that she obviously believed his attraction might be based on her race. But he couldn’t really blame her for her questions or her doubt; again, it was his track record with women that spoke louder than his words.
“You’re right — I’ve always gravitated toward the thin, attractive blonde model type with more surface than substance. I suppose it was because I had no real desire to know what lay beneath that surface. Wanting to know what was on a woman’s mind wasn’t part of my agenda. I didn’t date women for their minds; my interest was strictly physical. I lived a superficial life with superficial expectations. It was a choice.”
Sarona said nothing and waited for him to continue.
“The women I’ve met in the past were as superficial and shallow as I was, and we were always a perfect match until I began to change; until I began to see the world around me and feel as though I was missing something. Maybe it’s because I’m older now and a little more mature. Maybe it’s because I grew tired of the superficial. Maybe it was a lot of things that I can’t exactly put a label to, but at some point I realized the physical didn’t matter as much … and it was no longer enough. You probably won’t believe this, but you had a great deal to do with this change in me. There was always something about our periodic meetings and recurring tête-à-tête that intrigued and fascinated me. You’re not an everyday, average kind of woman, Sarona. You’re a challenge to a man’s intellect and ego, and definitely not for the weak-minded or faint of heart. Whether you know it or not, there’s something about you that demands notice and attention. And you got my attention. Your intellect and attitude separate you from the rest and serve notice to a potential suitor or lover that if he wants to be with you, he’d better bring his best and leave his ego behind.”
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