by Nadia Aidan
"I'm coming, Grant!” she cried out as hot, juice flooded her pussy, and he drank from her creamy well until she collapsed back against the bed, her body shuddering with tiny convulsions.
Her fingers lovingly tousled his hair as he moved up the length of her body, and she smiled, arching off the bed to receive his kiss.
He slowly dragged his lips from hers, and grasped her hips, flipping her over so that her thighs straddled his waist.
"I want to watch you fuck me.” He smiled at the startled look on her face.
She returned his smile, her hands roaming over his chest until they settled on his cock to grasp its fullness in her hand.
"Ride him,” he rasped out, his eyes narrowing in lust.
With achingly slow movements, she shifted up, crying out when she pressed down on him, seating him fully inside her pussy.
"Yes,” he whispered, as her hot, tight, wetness surrounded his engorged length.
He gritted his teeth together, straining against the powerful wave of lust that poured through him, tempting him to release his seed deep within her channel before he was ready.
Reaching up to palm her breasts that hung low over his face, he massaged them gently, tweaking and stroking her nipples, as she pumped her hips up and down, slowly riding his shaft.
The soft waves of her hair cascaded around her shoulders, to slide through the hairs of his chest, tickling his skin, heightening his arousal.
"Fuck me. Hard,” he groaned as sweat broke out across his forehead, his fingers digging into the soft skin of her hips.
Sharp cries echoed from her lips as she leaned forward, bracing herself against the quivering headboard of the bed, her sheath pumping him harder and faster as she sank her pussy onto his cock over and over again.
He groaned when her sheath tightened around him, his hands sliding from her hips to grip the fleshy globes of her ass. Her climax was close. He clenched his teeth, fighting to hold his own back.
A guttural scream erupted from her lips, and he slammed his dick up into her pussy with hard frenzied strokes, matching her pace, until her inner muscles gripped him so tightly he could barely plough his cock through her sheath as he watched her face flush red and her body jerk wildly.
She screamed out his name, her orgasm ripping through her as she convulsed around him, bathing his cock in her hot juices.
She crumpled atop him, her breathing laboured. For several long moments, he stroked her sweat-slicked back until her heartbeat settled into an even rhythm. He whispered, “You're not done."
Gently, he flipped her over on to her stomach, grasping her hips to raise her ass high in the air.
In one fluid motion, he parted the folds of her pussy and lunged forward, tunnelling through her clenching muscles to seat himself deep within her creamy, wet sheath.
She gasped as a low growl fell from his lips. He caressed her back with his fingertips, slowly running his hands over the smooth brown flesh of her full round ass, lovingly worshipping the softness of her skin.
He parted her cheeks wider and pressed his middle finger against the pucker of her anus, stopping when she tensed.
He stroked her back gently. “Not tonight, sweetheart.” He smiled when she let out a shaky breath. “You're not ready—but soon,” he whispered.
His cock jumped in response to his charged words, warning him that he was close to spurting. Grasping her hips, he pushed her fully off his dick before roughly pulling her back, propelling his hips forward, to ram his cock hard into her tight cunt.
His eyes fixated on her lush ass as it jiggled with each thrust. Over and over, he did it, each stroke deeper and harder than the last as he rapidly pumped his hips, tunnelling his hard length deep inside her dripping-wet hole as her cheeks bounced wildly, slapping together.
"Wider. Open your legs wider. I need to get deeper,” he grunted, his balls slapping hard against her pussy as he drilled her.
With his hands on either side of her head, he leaned forward, his hips rotating side to side and back and forth while he pounded her sheath. Sweat trickled down his forehead, and he clenched his jaw tight. The muscles in his arms bunched together, his body straining for release.
A strangled moan ripped past his lips when Monica shattered around him, the walls of her pussy collapsing on him as she came again on a sharp cry. Her orgasm flooded her channel with her sticky juice.
Her pussy gripped him so tightly that he was powerless against the wave of pleasure that assaulted him. Lowering his head into the crook of her neck, he groaned into her flesh, as his dick jerked violently before shooting his warm semen inside her, coating the firm walls of her pussy.
He stayed glued in that position for a long time, their bodies locked together until he pulled out of her slowly. He collapsed back against the bed, dragging her on top of him so that she lay sprawled across his body. He held her close, wrapping her in his arms listening to the even sound of her breathing.
When she traced a single finger across his chest, he realised she wasn't yet asleep. Lifting his head, he propped it against a pillow to meet her gaze.
"Since I have a seemingly captivated audience, do you think we can talk now?"
"You always want to talk,” she quipped, her lips lifting into a tiny grin.
He chuckled softly, one hand combing through her curtain of hair as it fell across her bare shoulder to tickle his chest before he sobered. “How would you feel if I extended my vacation and stayed for a few more weeks?"
Her fingers, which had been tracing lazy patterns across his chest, froze, and he knew she was mulling over his words. When she curled her lips into a smile, he released a low breath and began to relax.
"I would like that a lot,” she said softly. “But I must be fair and warn you that just because I like you and want to see you again doesn't mean I'm going to start changing how I look for you. When I'm at work, I'm completely professional, but when I'm off, it's the exact opposite, and I don't plan to change my style anytime—"
He clamped his fingers around her mouth. Well, thank God, she didn't go to work like that. She'd kill all her patients.
"I know,” he said before she could continue her tirade. “I won't lie and say that I wouldn't prefer if my woman was covered from head to toe, but what you wear is not worth a daily fight. Although, I should warn you too that some of your outfits will never make it out of the house, at least not on you."
He tightened his arms around her, holding her body closer as he gently ran his hands across the smooth skin of her bare back. “I expect I won't approve of some—most," he corrected, thinking of everything he'd seen her in that weekend, “of your outfits, but I imagine we can compromise on that."
"Your woman, huh?"
He groaned low in his throat, wondering if she'd heard anything else besides that. “From the moment we met, was there ever any doubt?” he asked with a joking smile, knowing there'd been plenty of doubts.
She snorted. “Uh, maybe just a few."
"A few?” In one smooth motion, he flipped her over onto her back, covering her with the weight of his body.
"I said maybe just a few.” She giggled softly, her eyes twinkling with the glow of laughter.
"Well, I guess I have my work cut out for me then because I want there to be no doubt that you are mine,” he said on a low growl before dipping his head to capture her lips. For the rest of the night and well past dawn, he let his body convey to her just how serious he was about that.
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Epilogue
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"Damn it! They won't...come...off,” she muttered under her breath, tugging at her finger.
"Babe? What are you doing?"
Monica jumped in her seat, her head nearly bumping against the roof of her car when Grant stuck his head through the passenger-side window.
"I'm trying to get my rings off."
His brows knitted together as he dipped his lips into a frown. “Why?"
She huffed out a
breath, throwing her hands up in the air, finally giving up when neither one of them budged past her knuckle.
"Because if Soledad sees them, she's never going to let this go."
Shaking his head, he let out a long sigh. “Babe, we talked about this. They'll probably be shocked, and I'm sure they'll tease us a bit, but we have to tell them sometime."
"No, we don't."
"Monica!"
"I'm telling you, as soon as she sees this, she's going to be all over me.” She emphasised by flashing him her ring finger that sparkled with her wedding band and diamond engagement ring, as if she was giving him the bird.
He rolled his eyes with a small grin before glancing over his shoulder at the travellers as they streamed out of the Las Vegas McCarron Airport.
She blew out a short breath as she fidgeted in her seat, waiting for the newlyweds to arrive back from their honeymoon. Soledad was going to tease her mercilessly for marrying Grant while she and Drake were away on their three-week honeymoon. Especially since she and Grant had been the main ones protesting their rushed nuptials. Grant didn't understand just how bad Soledad's ribbing could be, but he would.
"You're not even supposed to be here,” she complained. “I told you to let me pick them up and then I could break the news to them gently about you relocating your law firm and us getting married, but no, you had to just spring it on them—"
He stuck his head through the open window, crushing his lips against hers, silencing her effortlessly with a heated kiss until she was as pliable as a soft lump of dough.
"Relax,” he said gently. “Everything will be fine,"
Oh, she knew everything would be fine, eventually, but not before Soledad enjoyed a round of laughs at her expense.
"I think I see them."
"Great,” she muttered under her breath when Grant disappeared from the window.
While he went off to greet their friends, she went back to tugging at her rings, bemusedly wondering for what had to be the thousandth time how a three-day vacation affair had turned into her finding a love to last a lifetime.
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About the Author
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Nadia Aidan lives, works and writes on the West Coast in the United States. Under her real name, Nadia holds a PhD in Political Science and Public Policy and by day she works as an Assistant Professor. She is the self-proclaimed NEW FACE OF INTERRACIAL AND MULTICULTURAL EROTIC ROMANCE and writes across all genres, from historical, to fantasy/sci-fi to contemporary.
In addition to writing erotic romances Nadia enjoys reading other authors, playing flag football, studying muay thai, working out, listening to music, scuba diving, and target shooting. Her other interests include collecting Top Cow comics, especially Witchblade and Tomb Raider. She loves professional football and soccer. Her favourite teams are the Washington Redskins and Manchester United, respectively.
Nadia loves watching, reading about, and writing about strong, assertive heroines which is why she is an enduring fan of Fight Girls, Xena, Buffy, American Gladiators—New and Old, and La Femme Nikita! Nadia also loves interacting with people so feel free to visit her at nadiaaidan.com/ for more information about her, her new releases, and how to contact her!
Email: [email protected]
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Also by Nadia Aidan
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Every Desire
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