Beauty & the Geek: Zola's Magic Touch (Mocha Memoirs Presents Beauty & the Geek)

by Shiree McCarver

  “I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone like you,” Zola declared in wonderment. “You have to be the most considerate lover I’ve ever had.”

  “I assure you what I do is for purely selfish reasons.” His dark eyes dropped to her lips and, as if he couldn’t resist the urge, he stole several more kisses from her lips.

  By the time he stopped, Zola’s breasts were heaving and her arousal was once again at a fevered pitch. She opened her eyes again to find him studying her expression.

  “That’s the second time I’ve caught you doing that,” Zola spoke quietly.

  Shirou cocked an eyebrow in question. “Doing what?”

  “The way you’re looking at my face so intently,” she replied. “It’s very disturbing—I feel as if you’re appraising my flaws.”

  “From what I can see, there are no flaws.” Shirou’s expression grew more serious. “You’re beautiful.”

  She swallowed. Her mouth went dry.

  “You don’t have any idea how exquisite you are when you come, do you? The rapture I watch upon your face each and every time you have an orgasm, and to know I had something to do with it makes me...”

  “What?” Zola moistened her lips.

  He shrugged his shoulders. “Even with my extensive vocabulary, I find myself unable to put into words how I feel when I watch you come.”

  Zola dipped her head, suddenly feeling like a virginal sixteen-year-old. “You shouldn’t say things like that.”

  “What?” He gawped comically. He lightly bumped his head against hers to get her to look at him, since his hands were still holding on to her bottom. “Are you blushing?”

  “I’m not the blushing type,” she protested, the flush rising in her cheeks. “It’s probably a hot flash of some sort.”

  He ground his hips against her, and she released an involuntary moan as pleasure caused her clit to spasm.

  “I’m thinking a sexual sort,” Shirou teased and moved against her once more.

  “Oh, damn.” She shook her head. “Are we going to stay pressed up against this wall or take this over to that nice, big, comfy bed? I would like to fool myself into believing I’m as light as a feather, but I know better.” She giggled with giddiness. “Did that rhyme?”

  “I can’t believe you’re nervous.” He chuckled. “You’re adorable.”

  “You’re deceitfully dangerous. I thought brainy types like you were supposed to be more interested in quantum physics than my E-cups.”

  He nudged her chin up with the tip of his nose for access as he nibbled at her throat and collarbone while murmuring, “Do you know the process of determining two seemingly simple measurements of a proper-fitting bra is more quantum physics than simple adding and subtracting? Also in quantum physics, there is what is called the Bra-ket notation.”

  “Hmm, now you’re making up things,” she tugged at his hair.

  “I don’t tease about such serious matters. The notation I speak of is a standard notation for describing quantum states in the theory of quantum mechanics composed of angle brackets and vertical bars.”

  Zola squirmed and giggled when he found her ticklish spots. The more she squirmed, the more encouraged he was to tickle her.

  Her eyes sparkled with humor. “Shin! Stop...tickling me or I might accidentally pee on your knee between my legs.” Zola squealed and roughly yanked his hair, this time to let him know she was serious.

  “Ouch!” He groaned and pulled back to look at her. “That hurt.”

  “It was supposed to hurt,” she retorted. “I told you to stop tickling me.”

  “Do you know how much I adore your mouth? Let’s kiss some more,” he ordered, to her continued amazement.

  Eagerly her lips parted and she savored his sweet mouth. Shivers meandered across her shoulders. He gripped her bottom and held her still as he let out a rough groan when his penis nudged the lips of her cunt.

  After several slippery attempts, Zola reached down and took his cock in hand. “Thank you,” he muttered, panting heavily. “You’re pussy is scalding hot,” was all he managed before his hips pushed forward and his cock entered the opening of her channel and slid deep.

  Zola shuddered and her eyes closed. She wrapped both of her arms securely around his neck. His hard thickness rubbed against the walls of her pussy and bumped against her womb as she drew her knees up under her armpits. And it was so fucking good, she thought merrily.

  Sweat glued his undershirt to his back. Her hands slid against the damp material and twisted it in her fists, urging him to pump deeper and faster. “Shit...yeah,” she blew in his ear. “Fuck me...fuck me...ahh...that’s right, baby, give Zola that big dick.”

  “Keep talking,” Shirou grunted. “I love the sound of your voice.”

  She buried her fingers in his dark hair while licking the shells of his ears. She murmured hotly, “Oh, yeah,” and she whimpered loudly. “Yeah, there ya go, big daddy. That’s it. Hit all up in my shit. Mmm, just like that. If you keep it up, I might even allow you to tap my virginal ass before I’m through with you.”

  At the sound of her words, his slim hips became a jackhammer. Zola thought the friction alone would set her pussy on fire, she was so hot. She tightened her hold about his neck and shoulders and flattened her large breasts against him to keep from knocking her head against the back of the wall.

  “Oh, geez, Zoë, I’ve never felt this way before.” His fingers bit into the fleshiness of her ass painfully, but she liked it. “I’m trying to slow down, but it feels so extraordinarily awesome. I’m going to come.”

  “I’m almost there again. Oh, oh my…talk tech to me again, like you did earlier about quantum physics,” Zola urged.

  “I...I can’t possibly think logically at this moment,” he muttered. “Being inside you is so unbelievable.”

  “Give me anything! I never realized geek talk could be so hot! What about computers...ahh...ahh...harder.” She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from squealing as he alternated between slow and shallow to deep and hard inside her soaked channel.

  “Ah...ah... A computer’s transfer rates increase with ro...ro...rotational speed and in...in...information density.” Shirou shook his head and wiped his sweaty face against the silky material of her robe, dangling from her arms.

  “What else?”

  “So...so...a one TB drive at 15,000 RPM will have a faster transfer rate than a 250 GB drive at 5,000 RPM.”

  “Oh yes! I’m coming...I’m coming...yes!” A violent spasm rocked her, and she screamed her orgasm as pleasure bloomed inside her belly—her pussy walls contracted around his thickness as he continued stroking deep inside her gushing depths. “I’m going to die this time...I know it...”

  “Me too...I...I’m finally getting close, Zoë...Zola,” he panted and grunted in short puffs.

  “Close your eyes,” she ordered in hushed whispers into his ear. He closed them. “The two of us are fucking in a room full of people. They are all staring at you, waiting to see you succeed or fail...”

  “No!” His legs started to shake.

  She squealed as he dropped to his knees still buried inside her, but she could feel his erection softening. Guilt swept through her. She didn’t know why, but her instincts told her that now was a good time to make him face his fears. She could start by being honest with him about her own fears.

  ****

  Shirou was livid. He didn’t think he’d ever met a more selfish woman in his entire life. Twice he’d come close, and twice now she’d abated his desire by bringing up his deepest fears. There was no way he would be having sex in a room full of people that he couldn’t even give a speech to. It wasn’t logical. Was she deliberately trying to make him lose his erection? She was in for a surprise.

  In the past during his youth, he’d achieved erections quickly; but he found that after he came, it took him a while longer than was statistically average to achieve another erection. It had been an embarrassment for him in his college years. After finding out th
ere was no medical reason for it, Shirou took the doctor’s advice and started masturbating to teach himself how to maintain erections for long periods of time. Now he took great pride in his unending stamina.

  Shirou never had sex with a woman he didn’t make orgasm at least three times one way or the other before he would give himself permission to find his own pleasure, and he was determined to not be a fumbling idiot with this woman.

  Zola was his first overweight lover ever, and being inside her was incredible. He probably could fuck Zola for hours if she wanted it because she was such a comfortable ride. He didn’t have protruding hip bones against his causing hip bruising. She was soft, silky, and cushiony like a favorite chair or bed mattress. Heaven. Then she mentioned having sex with people watching.

  “Why the hell would you say something like that, Zola?” he said, huskily opening his eyes to stare at her face. “Are you trying to get revenge for my not doing the banquet by giving me blue balls?”

  Her big, beautiful, dark eyes went as round as her luscious mouth, and he couldn’t believe she had the nerve to ask, “Does that really happen? I always thought it was just something guys say. What does it feel like? Does it hurt as bad as an overly sensitized clit?”

  “I’m not doing this with you. Get off of me, Zola Simpson.” He tried to toss her off of him as he struggled to straighten out his legs. Damn, she didn’t feel this heavy a few minutes ago, he thought.

  “You still want me; I can feel it. You aren’t as hard as you were, but you haven’t given up on getting off yet either, have you?” She gave out a sexy, husky laugh.

  Shirou was frustrated; he didn’t know whether to kiss her or turn her over his knee and spank her juicy ass. He groaned. She has such a nice ass.

  “Mmm, that sounds promising,” Zola purred. She shrugged her arms out of her robe and pitched it aside.

  As she moved, his eyes watched with suspicion, anticipation, and fascination as he wondered what she would do next. His gaze dropped to the beckoning vision of her heavy brown breasts with ruddy, dark areolas and pointed, gumdrop-sized nipples jiggling and swaying—no implants here—coming a short hair’s breadth away from his lips as she leaned forward and braced her hands on each side of his head. His lips parted in anticipation.

  He wanted to lift his head to suckle, but instead opted to be still and see what she would do or say next. He’d never felt so excited before. The one thing he hadn’t expected was for her to begin riding his cock up and down in slow, agonizing movements.

  “Ah...yessss...yessss,” he let out a masculine sound of appreciation. His large hands came up and gripped her bottom in his palms when she glided down the length of him once more.

  Shirou spread her butt cheeks, teasing with a long, slender finger around the puckered hole when she nearly slid off his cock and her thick labia clutched greedily at the sensitive gland located around the head of his cock. When she descended, he pushed her ass cheeks together, making it a tighter, gloved fit, and rolled his hips against her so her clitoris would hit the base of his cock.

  The throaty mewling noises she made nearly drove him insane with passion. Her eagerness and appreciation made him feel like the best lover in the entire world and, even more than before, he wanted to please her. To make her happy. It seemed like such a silly thing to hope for under the circumstances and casualness of their relationship, but he couldn’t help how he was feeling.

  He didn’t want to just have sex with Zola. He wanted to touch her all over too; intimate caresses smoothing the length of her arms and the thick, soft fleshiness of her thighs. She had lovely, soft brown skin. The feel of her willing flesh beneath his fingertips kept his desire for her strong.

  He felt greedy and insatiable for her taste, her smell, her husky whispers, her breathless sighs, and her nasty, unfeminine words against his lips were consuming and heady. This beautiful, voluptuous black woman was taking fucking to an entirely new level for him, and he wanted to drown in the magical intoxication that was Zola.

  Shirou sucked at the soft skin on her neck. Her eyes glittered in the gentle light from the bathroom lighting her expression. It was alluring, feminine, and sexual. Anticipation of the approaching discharge of semen skimmed down his spine along with a tightening in his testes.

  She moaned loudly.

  His heart thudded loudly in his ears. He scooped up one of her heavy breasts, bent his head, and pulled a distended nipple into his mouth.

  “Oh, Shin.”

  A shuddering breath escaped him, and he let go of her nipple. He reached up to lock his fingers behind her head and kept her chin tilted up with his thumbs so he could look her in the eyes. “Tell me that you want more. Say this isn’t enough for you,” he ordered.

  “Shin, please.”

  She tried to look away from him, but he wouldn’t let her. “Say it. Zoë—tell me you know that you deserve more than a quick fuck at some weekend convention.”

  Her silence infuriated him, and he used his body to garner some form of acknowledgment from her. He started out slowly and cruelly brought her mouth down on his in a punishing kiss.

  Shirou pumped his hips against her with a quick and ferocious pounding of sweaty flesh against flesh. She cried out in his mouth, and he freed the back of her head to fondle her breasts. Her mouth was open, and she uttered grunts from her throat with each thrust of his hips. He could feel Zola’s pussy gripping him and had felt enough of her orgasms to know that if he kept up his pace she would come again. Not until he heard the words. He stopped abruptly.

  “Let me hear you say it.” He lightly shook her.

  Zola made a whimpering sound before she rasped, “I deserve more than to be some...someone’s quick fuck...at a weekend convention.”

  “I think you do too,” he said before he thrust deeply, harder and faster. He released her face and grasped her hips. His fingers bit into the extra flesh of her delicate skin as the sound of his own raspy grunts and groans surprised him.

  Lost in the sounds of her orgasm, he became lost in the blinding hot ecstasy that felt as if his entire groin was exploding as he erupted inside her.

  The weight of her delectable body felt as if it was keeping him from floating away, as if suddenly he was as light as a feather. Now he understood what his happily married buddies meant. There really was such a thing as “falling hard and fast” for a woman. He’d thought they had been exaggerating. But at this moment he was sure he was feeling that “completely grounded” feeling they boasted about.

  Was this a hint of what life could be like with the right life partner? If so, how could he imagine he would be content to settle for less as long as his parents were happy?

  There was nothing like the euphoria of fantastic sex to make a man see clearer. Marrying someone would be the biggest life-changing decision he would make next to making babies.

  “Mmm, are you sleeping?” Zola asked, stifling a yawn.

  He grinned and ran his hand languidly along her shoulder and back. “I was thinking.”

  “About?”

  “About how easy it would be to love you,” Shirou voiced his thoughts aloud as his heartbeat continued to race.

  Zola went stiff in his arms.

  Chapter Six

  “You can leave now. I need to get a shower and start making some calls about tomorrow before it gets any later.”

  “Don’t move yet,” Shirou breathed.

  “I think it would be better if I did.”

  “No.”

  “Why not?”

  “Because I’m not done holding you yet,” he answered. “Is it not okay to quietly hold you like this just for a moment?”

  He decided to take her silence as permission to keep his arms about her.

  He was sure the less two strangers knew about each other, the more disassociated one could remain about what just happened between them. But being a man not prone to casual affairs, he did wonder about her, and he was curious as to why she was so wary of him.

  What type
of man had hurt her in the past to make her have such a slapdash attitude about sex? This incredible woman had no issues with fucking a stranger in an airplane bathroom. Nor did she stop him from possessing her body on the floor of this hotel room with his trousers still around his ankles and his shoes on, but she took issue to him wanting to hold her.

  She was practically shaking in his arms. He felt that if he loosened his hold just a little bit, she would roll away from him, run, and lock herself in the bathroom until he left. Why? What was she afraid of? Was she frightened that she might actually come to care for him?

  Hell, he had already become emotionally invested. How could he not? He’d never had an experience like that with any other woman. Was her reaction one she gave to all the men she had sex with? Was it his imagination that there was a deeper connection? Did she not feel that just maybe what happened between them, the accidental meeting and the immediate attraction, was because they were perfect for one another?