Street Safe

by W. Lynn Chantale

  For a moment, he thought she would resist, but she followed his steps as if they’d danced together every day of their lives. The easy tempo dictated the erotic sway of his hips and he skimmed a hand down the curve of her hip to hold her a little closer. He relaxed.

  With a sigh, Na’arah leaned her head on his shoulder and he brought her closer still. Each step brought his thigh in contact with hers, while her hip rubbed against his erection. He lowered his hand to the swell of her voluptuous rear to hold her in place. She trembled in his arms.

  “I just want you all to myself,” he murmured near her ear. He trailed his fingers along her spine.

  She smiled up at him. “I don’t have plans and I wouldn’t mind seeing you again.”

  Pleasure stole through him at her admission. “C’mon, let’s finish what we started the other night.”

  Chapter Five

  Na’arah had to smile as he led her from the restaurant, through the lobby to a waiting elevator. He held her hand, swirling tiny circles on the back of her hand with his thumb. Each stroke only fanned the flames of her desire.

  The doors opened and a moment later they stood outside their room. Anticipation gripped her. Would this time around be rushed or would he insist on snapping her panties off her again?

  “What are you grinning about?” He ushered her inside and pressed her against the wall.

  Coolness kissed her bare back, while Street warmed her front. “I was just thinking about the last time and how my poor g-string suffered.”

  He smirked. “I’d apologize, but I might do it again.”

  “No need for that.” She lifted her arms and rested her palms on his chest.

  He skimmed his hands down her waist, the curve of her hips until he gripped the hem of her dress. Slowly he inched the material upward, coaxing her thighs apart with his knee. Street lowered his head until his lips hovered a breath above hers.

  “I haven’t stopped thinking about the way you taste.” He feathered his lips over hers.

  The tenderness in his kiss stole her breath. This wasn’t like the last time, this was something deeper, more potent than lust alone. She curled her fingers in his shirt even as he raised her dress higher. He left her mouth to explore the smooth column of her throat. She tilted her head to give him better access and bit back a moan when he found the sensitive spot just below her ear.

  Lightening flashed through her veins until desire tightened her nipples and her juices slicked her thighs. And he’d done nothing more than kiss her.

  “Your skin is pure temptation.” As if to prove his point he tugged her dress from one shoulder and swept his lips against her skin.

  She fumbled the knot in his tie. He grasped her wrists in one hand and raised them above her head. His light brown eyes glittered with restrained passion.

  “Take off your clothes.” He stepped away, but his gaze never wavered.

  With a nod she straightened, then reached behind her to struggle with the short zipper. The dress loosened around her hips. She shrugged off the garment and clutched it to her breasts.

  Even though they’d had sex before, she’d been clothed for the most part. Now he was asking her to bare all. She chewed her lower lip and looked at her shoes. Of all the times to be self-conscious.

  “Problem?” Amusement colored his voice.

  She riveted her attention on him again and vehemently shook her head. There was no way she was going to tell him she was scared.

  He winged a brow. His constant scrutiny was a little un-nerving, but the molten passion in his eyes stilled her nerves and settled her anxiety. She released her dress and the silk pooled at her feet. Her bra followed before she could think about what she was doing, but his quick inhale cleared her remaining doubts.

  She hooked her thumbs in the side strings of her panties and he shook his head.

  He drifted a scorching gaze down her body, lingering on the swell of her breasts, then lower to the navel ring. Anyone else and she’d feel utterly exposed, but he made her feel so feminine and sexy.

  Street crooked a finger and beckoned her closer.

  Na’arah hesitated. He tilted his head to the side, his eyebrows raised.

  “Maybe a little incentive?” He approached stopping just within reach. With a gentle finger, he trailed a finger along her collar bone, down the curve of her breast to fondle one pert nipple. She gasp at the deliberate stroke, but he moved on, continuing downward. He circled the stud near her navel.

  Such a tiny little caress, but she felt it as surely as if he’d touched her clit. Standing before him as she was, she had few secrets. She couldn’t even hide the state of her arousal. Her panties were beyond damp, her thighs slick with her juices while her musky scent perfumed the air.

  “What truly fascinates me.” He dipped his head to flutter kisses on her lips, her cheeks, her shoulder. “Is this.” His fingers danced along her abdomen until he found the edge of her tattoo.

  She flashed him a coy smile. “I’m not the only one who has a piece of artwork.” Once more she sought his tie.

  He beat her to it, jerking off the bit of silk and wrapping it around her wrist. “Our time the other night was cut far too short.” Still holding her wrist, he spun on his heel and led her to the bedroom. “I want to know all your secrets.”

  The sheets were cool and a little rough beneath her buttocks and thighs as she sat on the bed. He gently shoved her shoulder until her back rested on the mattress and followed her down, flicking the end of the tie over her skin. The silk skittered across her cheek, down her throat, to linger over her breasts.

  His lips followed the same path heightening the sensation of the soft material swirling around her nipple. Such a contradiction of feeling, moist and dry, silky and rough. Excitement rippled through her enhancing each little lick, flick and nibble.

  He glided his digits over her arms until he found her hands. Before she realized his intentions, he’d bound her wrists with the tie and secured them to the headboard above her head.

  A breath stuck in her throat at her hands being bound, but there was no fear, just heightened anticipation. She stared up at him, stark desire hardening his handsome features and fueled her own. Watching the rush of passion in his eyes never made her feel more vulnerable or powerful, then it did at that moment.

  “Say the word and I’ll untie you.”

  She licked her lips. “And if I don’t want to be untied?”

  He trailed a finger along her leg until he reached her ankle. There he traced the skin above the thin strap of her shoe. Tingles raced up her leg and straight to her throbbing clit. She had no idea a simple caress could make her so wet. He repeated the same stroke on her other leg.

  “You’re so responsive.”’ He knelt on the bed between her knees.

  The cotton of his shirt sleeve scraped the sensitive skin of her inner thighs, while his hands moved slowly toward her swollen, damp pussy. Each time he inched closer, she held her breath, hoping he’d touch her, give her some sort of respite from the ache.

  He ran a light finger against the crotch of her panties and she could’ve wept. Her hips jerked in response and every cell clamored for more. When he repeated the motion she whimpered. He was bent on teasing her with light caresses and barely there kisses.

  She’d never had an encounter like this. It seemed everywhere he touched burned for more. Street leaned close, bringing his heavy erection in contact with her core as he traced her tattoo.

  “A bunny?”

  “Yes.”

  He shifted his hips, rocking his pelvis against hers. Each deliberate thump sent waves of delight lapping through her veins. Pleasure wiggled from the juncture of her thighs to every point in between. When he moved down her body, she bit back a groan of frustrations. Soon his lips replaced his fingertips. She arched her back as he gripped her buttocks. The man was going to kill her with bliss. He ran his tongue along waistband of her panties, teasing the sensitive skin with tiny nips and gentle licks.

  H
er stomach clenched at the heat of his mouth. She held her breath when his chin brushed her swollen nub. For a moment, he lingered taunting her with promised ecstasy only to prolong her torment.

  She’d have squeezed her legs shut to ward off the worst of the ache, but his wide muscular shoulders held her open to his assault. She rubbed the back of her calves against his legs. The smooth texture of his slacks only added to the myriad of sensations her body processed and in turn begged for relief. Her heel caught in the bedspread. Her shoe was forgotten as he closed his mouth over her hidden pearl and sucked through the thin silk.

  Fire crackled through her veins. He took his time playing with the pretty prize through the wrapper until she wanted to beg for mercy, and only then did he move away. The material tightened on her hips, against her clit a moment before it snapped. Another pair of underwear bit the dust and she giggled. It promptly faded into a moan as he feathered kisses across her pelvic bone.

  Closer and closer he swept his lips to her neatly trimmed mound. He once again grasped her derriere in his hands and lifted her hips to his questing mouth. He ran his tongue against her dripping slit.

  She squeezed her eyes shut as everything she was centered on the ecstasy of his mouth sealed to her delicate flower. Each rasp of his tongue urged her closer to her precipice. When she tried to squirm away, he tightened his grip and gently sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over the hard bundle of nerves until she teetered on the brink of insanity. And just when she thought he’d send her over the edge he withdrew.

  “No!”

  Street smirked and sat back on his heels. “There will be plenty of time for that.”

  Never had a man looked at her with such hunger before and it stoked her feminine pride. Na’arah bounced on the mattress as he left. She followed his movements as he released each button on his shirt. His muscles rippled as he shrugged off the garment and it fluttered to the floor.

  The man had the most delicious pecs and all those hard abs just begged to be explored. Dark curly hair dotted his chest and a narrow patch disappeared into the waistband of his slacks. She wanted to follow his happy trail as far as it went.

  He wrestled with the hook and eye on his pants, then the zipper. Each slow reveal ratcheted her heart and the anticipation a little higher. Hooking his thumbs at the top, he drew his pants and underwear down in one smooth motion. His erection jutted out large and proud. The head glistened with pre-cum and she longed to taste him.

  He bent and rummaged through his pockets a moment, then set his find on the pillow near her head, before dropping his mouth to hers. She gave herself over to the hot hard press of his lips.

  Crinkle. Rip. Snap. A moment later he nudged her legs apart. He teased her swollen folds with the tip of his condom clad penis. Not once did his hungry gaze leave her face.

  She lifted her hips urging him on. He grasped them and held her still.

  “Please, Rue, I can’t take much more of your teasing.”

  “No?” He swirled his thumb around her clit, but never quite where she wanted it. With a smirk, he sank a little deeper into her heat.

  Lightening flashed along nerve endings, as he stretched and filled her. Her muscles clenched and demanded more of the hard cock currently stalled at her entrance. She rocked her pelvis, hoping to alleviate the torment he unleashed, but there was no relief, just more tension.

  He withdrew, nearly leaving her body. Again and again he repeated his action feeding her a little more of his cock with each pass.

  “So good,” she moaned, her body bowing to accommodate his slow penetration. When he started to withdraw, she squeezed tight, hoping to draw him farther in.

  This was far from a one night stand, or even a two night stand. This was a claiming, a branding, a possession, and she loved every moment of it. Without warning he slammed into her in one powerful stroke. He hit bottom, his balls slapping her buttocks. She cried out as the first dizzying spirals of ecstasy rippled through her body.

  Over and over his powerful thrusts scraped across sensitive nerves, plunging into her pliant depths. His pelvis rubbed her clit, sending those little ripples into huge crashing waves. She succumbed to his relentless pounding, meeting him stroke for stroke until she was sucked beneath the current of their lovemaking.

  His fingers bit into her soft skin as his hips slowed then hit home with precision touching off yet another delicious orgasm. He cried out, his guttural shouts mingling with hers. He dropped beside her. His fingers skimmed her arms until he released the tie binding her wrists.

  Na’arah grazed his sweat dampened shoulder with her lips and swept her fingers over his spine. He shifted off her and padded into the bathroom.

  “At least it didn’t break,” he called.

  She chuckled. Street returned a moment later, pausing at the foot of the bed to remove her shoes. He slid a careful hand over and down her calf, caressing the skin just above the ankle strap.

  “You have such sexy feet,” he murmured. His fingers were strong and sure as they worked the buckle, only pausing to tease each one of her toes.

  For once she was glad she’d splurged on a pedi, as he seemed so smitten by her feet. He’d paid attention to the rest of her body, so why should her tootsies be any different?

  When his lips grazed her toes, sending arcs of lightening through her already overwrought system, she bit her bottom lip and tried to pull away. Her body was still reeling from the awesome orgasms from a moment ago and his light touch seemed determined to provoke yet another.

  He maintained his grip. Holding her gaze, Street slipped her shoe from her foot. With his thumbs, he brushed firm even strokes from her toes to her heel, even pausing to sweep his lips over her instep and nip the fleshy part of her big toe. He swirled his tongue to ease the sting of his bite.

  Liquid desire trickled between her thighs. She clutched the sheets in her fingers, moaning when he sucked her toes into the hot recess of his mouth. His tongue laved, his lips worshiped, and she writhed, too overwhelmed to do more than hum in pleasure. He repeated the same gesture on her other foot until she was a quivering mass of nerves.

  “I’m so glad you’re not ticklish.” He placed a final kiss on each insole then knelt on the bed, skimming his hands over her legs.

  “Who can be ticklish when you do that?”

  He smiled, dimples flashing as he trailed his thumbs along her hipbones. “I want all of you, Na’arah.”

  She arched a brow. “I don’t know what more I can give.” A ripple of excitement undulated her body as his fingers stroked her pussy, then traveled lower. She held a breath. Unsure, yet willing to accept his offer.

  His index finger flirted with her anus, circling the tight ring already wet from their lovemaking and his subsequent foreplay. She moaned and he eased one finger into her tightness. A little discomfort, but it quickly dispelled when he leaned over and flicked his tongue on her pebbled nipple.

  She cradled the back of his head as he sucked her tit and then dragged his attention to the other one. Soon a second finger joined the first, gently thrusting and stretching her to receive him.

  He lifted his head to stare into her eyes. “On your knees, sweetheart.” His voice was stark with desire.

  She scrambled to comply. The last time she tried anal she’d enjoyed the experience, but her previous boyfriend hadn’t wanted a repeat, complaining that it took too much time to prepare her. A sigh slipped between her lips when he rubbed her buttocks.

  Street leaned over her, his cock teasing her swollen folds, as he reached for his stash beneath the pillow. “I’ll go slow,” he whispered.

  A rip and a crinkle. Something cool and wet touched her dark hole and his fingers entered her again, slipping in and out with ease. He trailed soft kisses along her spine as he reached beneath her to squeeze her clit.

  She moaned and pushed against him, eager for more than his fingers. Just the anticipation of knowing he was going to give her something so forbidden, heightened her arousa
l to a razor sharp edge.

  “Please, Rue.”

  His breath tickled her ear. “You sure, baby?”

  She looked at him over her shoulder and nodded. “Very.”

  Street slathered lube over his condom covered penis and pressed it to her anus. She welcomed the familiar burn as he pushed past the tight muscle. He paused, giving her time to adjust to him.

  Na’arah wiggled her hips, impatient to have all of him. He slapped her raised butt cheek, before caressing her stinging flesh.

  “Be still. I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “Can’t help it. You feel so good.” She thrust against him. He sank another few inches. He grasped her hips, nearly withdrew all the way and added more lube to his cock.

  With deliberate slowness he entered her again. She gripped the sheets as fullness and pressure increased to an almost unbearable level. He was so much larger than her last boyfriend and for one awful moment she feared he wouldn’t fit, even with lubrication and foreplay.

  “Relax.” He fondled her breasts, before sliding his fingers to delve into the lushness of her pussy. He swirled around the hard button of nerves until the tension left her body and she moved against him. With each backward shove of her hips, he fed her a little more of his cock. When he was fully impaled in her hot little ass he held still, continuing to strum her clit.

  Slowly Na’arah moved against him, listening to her body, savoring the new sensations. A deeper tension unfurled in her belly, growing in intensity. Street met her strokes, gently at first, then gradually increasing speed until his hips were slapping against her ass.

  He grasped her buttocks, holding her in place for each deep thrust. She moved her hand between her legs, plunging her fingers into her honeypot and plucking at her clit in rhythm to their lovemaking.

  Tension warred with sensation. She was so close. Street’s fingers bit into her hips, the small bite of pain just enough to catapult her into a climax. She shattered, dragging him with her. Her muscles clamped tight around her fingers, her come drizzling down her digits. She could only imagine Street was feeling the same rhythmic pulses.