She inhaled sharply, stroking his length in wonder, empowered as he stopped breathing and watched her hand caress from the base to the crown and back again. He was huge. Long, beautiful, dark, and thick. She squeezed him and was rewarded with a low groan, his hips pushing forward until the tip pressed against her belly.
Tamika shuddered at the thought of taking all of him, anywhere he chose—in her mouth, between her legs, in her ass. But Anton was still in control. He lifted her from the floor with ease and pressed against the entrance to her body. In that split second, anticipation swelled in her loins, but Anton came to an abrupt halt. He hesitated. He wasn’t wearing a condom and hadn’t asked if she had any. She didn’t at the moment and didn’t care. She wanted him and angled her hips forward to convey the message.
Clutching the back of his head, she whispered, “Please,” against his mouth.
The word had barely left her lips before he pushed in and started pumping right away. Tamika joined in the sexual dance, thrusting her hips against his. It was surreal how good he felt. Like heaven and magic all at once.
Anton groaned mightily. “Goddamn. I knew your pussy would feel good, but…shiiiit.”
She sucked his neck and throat. Whispering words of encouragement in his ear. “More… yes… please don’t stop.”
“Look at me,” Anton commanded.
She did as he demanded, and their gazes tangled together, breaths mingling as their panting betrayed the effort exerted by their connected bodies. She was drawn to this man, linked to him in an inexplicable way. Hypnotized by the power and intensity of his gaze.
Over and over, Anton pistoned between her delicate folds as he held her gaze, alternating his rhythm between deep and shallow thrusts.
“I’m about to come, baby. Tell me you’re close,” he panted.
“I’m close. Please,please,” Tamika begged.
She was on the brink of an orgasm and tightened her throbbing muscles around his length. He temporarily lost his rhythm and swore softly under his breath.
Holding her up with one hand, Anton licked his thumb and pressed it to her clit. With only a few circular rubs, he dragged the orgasm from her loins, and Tamika screamed. She grasped wildly at the empty air with one hand and sank the nails of the other into his shoulder.
“I’m coming,” he groaned, sounding like a man in pain. A man at the end of his tether with nothing left to do but give in to the surging storm of sensation.
He pressed her into the wall, both hands gripping her butt cheeks. Pistoning harder and deeper into her body, he buried his face in her neck. He shuddered as both hands tightened on her fleshy cheeks, and he ejaculated with a loud groan.
Neither of them moved for a long time. Clinging to each other, their chests heaved up and down, the sounds of their breathing loud in the quiet kitchen.
Finally, Tamika lowered her bare feet to the floor, and Anton lifted his head. With eyelids that were nothing more than slits, he tasted her lips and she leaned into him, savoring the enticing touch of his mouth against hers.
“Where’s the bedroom?” he asked.
Tamika answered by leading the way down the hall and pulling Anton through the door and into the dark room.
He stripped off the rest of her clothes and pushed her onto her back. His limp penis grew hard right before her eyes as his hungry gaze skated over her nude body. Silently, he appraised her full breasts capped by ebony nipples and feasted his eyes on her belly and the decorative white gold ring in her navel. When he moved lower to the flare of her hips and bare pubes—moist from desire and the attack of his mouth—a muscle in his jaw tightened.
“Damn.”
Anton came down on top of her and pried her thighs apart. Again he kissed her, resulting in a tangle of tongues and lips that spiked their desire.
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since you showed up at my door.”
“I’ve been wanting to fuck you since I showed up at your door,” she admitted.
She could hardly think or breathe, choking on desire—opening for him as his hard flesh pressed into her. No foreplay needed. Their bodies were already primed, ready for round two.
Tamika wrapped her arms around Anton’s neck, his hard chest pressing into her breasts and his face into the crook of her neck.
“Anton…” she moaned, her voice little more than a whisper.
His thrusts became harder, more aggressive, as if saying his name unleashed a different part of him. She clung to him for dear life, pumping her hips upward to meet each downward stroke.
The slap of flesh and their own panting breaths were all that could be heard in the dark.
Anton covered her mouth with his again, giving her a brutal kiss before placing one leg on the outside of hers and deepening the penetration with a scissors-like position.
