by Mimi Tulane
His cock leapt in his jeans, her nipples were rich mahogany and had tightened and his tongue ached to replace his instrument of torture. She was panting softly, little mewls escaping her lips, and her love sounds were stoking his ego. “Do you like what I’m doing, baby?” He asked her almost as an afterthought, so engrossed was he as he trailed the tickler over and around her protruding nipples.
“Yes, God yes…”
She arched her back with each pass and he then switched sensations to add more depth to his teasing. He removed a cube of ice from the bucket placed it to her lips and watched her suck on the cube. As she did, he captured her nipple with his cold fingers, causing her to jerk in surprise and open her startled eyes. “Now see you’re being a bad girl.” He was smiling when he said that, and she whimpered as dawning fell upon her at his warning. He stepped away and pulled a blindfold from the table and before he covered those beautiful eyes he murmured, “I want to do things with you that you’ve never experienced before, Ebony. Don’t be shy with me, baby, let your man know he’s doing right by you.”
He blind folded her just as a tiny tear escaped the corner of her eye. He leaned in and licked the salty offering and murmured to her in a soothing tone, “It’s all right, baby, I got you. I got this, let go.” He leaned over and captured the tender morsels of his desire, those beautiful nipples that had been calling to him. He suckled and swirled the buds, eliciting moans and gasps from Ebony. She tugged at her bindings, probably realizing for the first time how her predicament impaired her ability to touch him…by design of course. He tugged and pulled at the buds, using his lips and teeth gently then in tandem with his torture of her breasts, he slid his free hand between her thighs to trail his fingertips lightly over her mound, gently circling the thin material until her clit made its appearance, poking against the fabric that covered his treasure. He raised his head from her breast and whispered, “I’m going to taste you now, is that all right with you, lovely? Hm? Can I get up close and personal with my pussy?”
“Yes please, Rasheed…!” She was quivering from his touch, from his words, and that’s exactly what he wanted. He unbuttoned the bib and let it fall, her breasts on full display. The tiny pleated skirt he pushed up around her hips, then reached in his pocket for his knife.
He cut the sides of her thong and peeled it away from her mound, bare and waxed. “Damn, baby, now you are just making it too easy on a brother. Part them thighs, girl. Daddy wants to get a taste.” He removed his hat, placing it upon her head before kneeling between her parted thighs, kissing the inside of each as he draped her long legs over her shoulders. He parted the lips of her pussy and then sucked gently upon her clit.
His goal was simple, to get her to call on whatever higher power she served.
“Oh oh, oh God, Rasheed, mmm…”
Yep.
Chapter Ten
Ebony was losing her mind. Between his sensual talking and his devilish tongue she was definitely heading for the big O.
“Don’t get quiet on me now, baby, let me hear you sing.” Sing? Is that what he wanted? She could barely form coherent words! His fingers had her pussy wide open and his tongue was dancing with a flurry of tiny flicks, paying a fair amount of time on her clit before delving into the damp slit of her opening.
“Oh, baby, don’t stop, don’t stop!” she crooned and hoped that’s the tune he wanted because she didn’t have anything else remotely close to real words. She bucked against his lips and tongue and when he placed one of his thick digits inside her of her she felt her walls closing in on the determined intruder. He was finger-fucking her within an inch of her life, lifting upward, making a “come hither” gesture and finding that elusive spot that had her tugging in earnest at her bindings. She tossed her head to and fro, dislodging the hat he placed upon her head, that’s how wild he made her.
“Come for me, girl, let me taste that honey.”
She obliged him, wasn’t much more she could have done at that point anyways. Her body had tightened, seized with heat and molten desire, her breathing erratic as he sucked her clit and finger fucked her soaking wet cunt. She came hard, long, and with a wail that came from somewhere primal deep inside of her. She saw stars behind her lids, pinpoints of white-hot lights as her body spasmed with her orgasm. She wanted him to untie her, damn it, she needed to get at him. She wanted to hold onto him as her body shook apart! He was the devil to have done her so damn good!
As she crested down from the euphoric high of her orgasm he slowly kissed his way back up the path he took, giving her thighs, belly, nipples, and breasts, even her collarbone, tender wet kisses. By the time he reached her lips she was so gone. She suckled his mouth and tongue, tasting what he had, her essence, inhaling the heady aroma of her own body. She licked his lips, cleaning his mouth, nibbling at his mouth in a barely contained hunger. He had done her so right but she wanted more. The play had only heightened the desire she had for him and once was not enough. “I want you, Rasheed, fuck me please. I don’t want to go slow! I want you inside of me now!”
On a curse and a growl, he ripped the blindfold off of her eyes to gaze into them with blazing hunger. “Make sure that’s what you want, baby girl, because once I get inside you gone have a hard damn time pushing me out.”
“Untie me, please, I need to feel you!” He cut her free and she wrapped her hands around his neck, pulling herself up onto him and he gripped her waist, lifting her to exchange places. She marveled again at the prime shape this man was in. She wasn’t a waif and he lifted her like she was! She straddled his legs, grinding her wet pussy against his cock, feeling the hardness, and coupled with the rough feel of his jeans the combo was already jacking her up again.
“Girl, slow down, because I have half a mind to fuck you good and hard,” he warned her.
“Shut up and let me suck your cock!” she shot back and he nodded as if to say, “All right you playin’ girl…” She slid off him and struggled with the belt of the chaps and then his jeans, growling in her own frustration to have at him. She was so turned on that she wanted to make him feel every bit as good as he had made her. She freed the massive beast and had to pause, looking at his large cock and then up at him. “Damn.” He grinned. She bent over the head and took him into her mouth, swallowing him until he touched the back of her throat. She started to gag and he grabbed her hair tightly, holding her steady and pulled her back slowly.
“Easy baby, you feel really nice right now but take your time. We have all night.” She tried to slow her roll but the man had messed her up so good that she just wanted to take all of him inside of her. She slowed her pace, adjusting her jaws to his size, and coasted up and down his cock. She cupped his balls and pumped his shaft with her hands as she bent over him, offering him her mouth for his personal use. He began to pump his hips, meeting her downward drag with his thrust, pulling out as she pulled back. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking him in greedily and didn’t give a damn that she was slurping!
“Fuck baby, stop, stop!”
She pulled up short, alarmed. “What did I do wrong?”
“Not a damn thing, woman. I want to fuck you and you’re about to make me come in your mouth!”
She grinned. “Sorry.” He gave her sidelong glance like “yeah, right,” then pulled her up to straddle his lap. Ebony rose up enough for him to place the head of his cock to her opening and then without ceremony he thrust upward and she sat down. “Oh fuck!” they exclaimed in unison as the ride began. She bounced her way to bliss upon him, his cock stretching her nearly to the point of exquisite pain. She hadn’t been penetrated in a long while and even when she played with herself she rarely used anything but her fingers. His cock was wedged tightly inside of her and had she not been so wet, it might have been an uncomfortable fit.
“Fuck, baby, what are you doing to me?” he exclaimed. Ebony was once again climbing the euphoric ladder to completion , stoked that it was from her body and her loving that Rasheed was reaching his own heights. It ma
de her feel sexy, and yes, powerful. She could let go of her reservations and just be the wanton woman she longed to be with him. She rode his cock with lustful abandon, reveling in the strength of his arms around her. She rocked back and forth and arched when he captured her nipple, one arm anchoring her body on his, the other hand cupped around the breast he was devouring. She gripped his shoulders and pressed kisses on top of his silky hair, the coal black waves glistening in the light of the lanterns. Never before had she felt this alive, this desirable, and poised on the brink of her second orgasm she demanded he come with her, to take them both over. She came on a scream and he emptied his balls deep inside of her. The free fall had begun and they rode out the descent together just as they had enjoyed the climb.
* * * *
Moments had passed with them gathering their breath and collecting their wits. Rasheed looked up and searched her face and she smiled at him, her body slick with sweat and sticky with the evidence of their loving. “I could make love with you forever,” she sincerely said to him. He kissed her then, slowly, devouring her mouth as they continued to ride out the ebbing tide. He stood up with her in his arms, his cock still embedded inside of her, snatching the throw from the bales they’d just had sex upon and tossing it on the floor of the barn. He squatted with her still in his arms, her legs around his waist, before allowing her to slide off his body onto the blanket.
“Fine time for me to ask this, but are you on contraceptives?” In their haste, he’d forgotten to wrap it up. He’d never been that sloppy with a partner before and he must have just been plain out of practice because he didn’t recall pocketing any rubbers. What the fuck was his deal?
“Yes, baby, I am and I have been for a while so don’t worry. But thank you for thinking about us. I guess that was something we didn’t discuss beforehand.” She was languid as a sated feline and he was feeling all kinds of puffed up.
“Woman, you had me acting a fool. Let me take care of you. Give me a sec to untangle my ass from these tight ass jeans.” His statement had her laughing and he felt good about that as well. Being with Ebony was easy—too easy. She made him feel damn near invincible and that was a sobering thought. He hadn’t meant for them to have sex, at least not here, but the moment lent itself to the occasion. She had been a little tigress with him, and that suited him perfectly fine. When she told him she could make love to him forever, well, it had sent his mind spiraling with thoughts of a future for them…together. He shuffled back from between her legs and the sight she made laid there sprawled and covered with him had him already priming for round two. He wasn’t a small man and she had taken his cock with confidence. Fuck, how had he managed to find such a prime female—an author, a friend, and a lover? He counted himself blessed and decided then and there that he was going to spend many, many more hours making love to her.
But first he had to ditch the get up.
Chapter Eleven
They spent the remainder of the night enjoying each other’s company, sharing light conversation and banter, trading quips, even cuddling. By the time they got home, they were ready for a good shower, and did so together. Rasheed lavished more attention on her, which led them to making love again. By the time they fell into his large bed, they were exhausted from their activities and ready for a good night’s sleep. Ebony curled into his arms, skin to skin, because he slept nude and had asked her to remain naked. He said he’d go down to the car to retrieve her overnight bag from the trunk in the morning since neither of them gave a thought to it beforehand. As sleep claimed her she thought of how different she was now as opposed to the night at her sister’s home. That Ebony had been the last vestige of the brow-beaten shell of her former self and she liked this Ebony a hell of a lot better!
The morning came with her being awakened by Rasheed, kissing her lips—and not the ones on her face. “My goodness, Cub!” She squealed at first but then gave over to the pleasure and moaned as he feasted upon her pussy like a man that hadn’t eaten for days. Her hips lifted as he licked, suckled, and tasted her beneath the sheets. His tongue was maddening as he swirled it around her clit, nudging and flicking the bud in rapid movements. His strong hands held her in place, restraining her from her wild gyrations. He continued his feast, stoking her desire, and sent her plummeting. In short order he brought her to a shattering climax, her body jerking with the power of her release.
“Good morning,” he said simply, with a devilish grin, his mouth moist from her juices. He was so beautiful and the look of adoration on his face made her heart melt.
“Good morning to you. You know for a moment, I thought I was dreaming. I’m so glad to discover that you are not a figment of my imaginings.”
He grinned wider. “Oh no, Peaches, I’m very real, and I’m definitely here. There’s no place I’d rather be. I’ll make you breakfast since I already ate.” He leaped up and bounded from the bed stark naked and she fell into a round of side-shaking laughter. He handed her one of his button up shirts and winked before strolling to the kitchen. Wow, the man had ingrained himself within her heart in such short order and she was just as caught up with him. He wasn’t remotely anything like her ex! He was genuinely charming, loving, and playful. Rasheed was a cut up and now she totally got it, why he had the moniker of the Playful Dom. As far as she was concern he could play with her as often as he liked.
After preparing her the most delectable southwestern omelet, fresh orange juice, coffee, and toast—totally nude—he tossed on a pair of sweats, a wife-beater, and flip flops and headed downstairs for her bag. She check her cell phone for any text messages then as an afterthought, called her machine at home for any messages left there. The last message she reviewed made her frown. She was still frowning when Rasheed returned and by the time she noticed he was there, he was wearing a wary expression on his face. “What’s wrong?” he asked her. Despite wanting to keep the happiness they had found their own, she chose not to hide what had made her upset. The thing she had constantly noticed about Rasheed was that he did care and she wanted to be honest with him about everything.
“I just checked my messages. My ex-boyfriend Tremaine called me. He wants to see me. He claims it’s important.” She spoke in a dull, flat tone. The last person on earth she ever wanted to see was Tremaine Riley. The sound of the bag dropping to floor brought her gaze up. Rasheed had folded those guns of his and took a stance she recognized as his “Ain’t got time for the bullshit” pose. She’d seen how he stood at the club the night of Imani’s bachelorette party and that’s what her mind had coined then. Despite his playful demeanor with her she quickly surmised that no one should take this man for a pushover. He was Dominant and protective and he stood there patiently waiting for her to continue while her heart did a backflip. She licked her lips nervously, hoping that what she told him would not spark an argument. She didn’t know him well enough to judge how he’d react to the news of her ex. She bit her bottom lip because he looked like a thunder cloud about to let loose.
“I trust you to know how to handle your business, Peaches, but that fucker is the last person I want you to be around alone. If you agree to see him, I want to be there.” His tone was firm, and coupled with his defensive posture she wondered if having Rasheed along would be a wise choice.
“Cub, I don’t care how important he claims it is, I don’t want to see him. I don’t know how he got my new number, I changed it.” She rose from her seat at his kitchen table and walked over to him hesitantly. However he pulled her into his embrace, cocooning her body to his and she buried her face in his chest, inhaling him, his scent, and let the tension uncoil from her body.
“Peaches, don’t ever worry that I’m upset with you. I’m not. I don’t like the fact that he popped up on you, especially since you changed your number. I know I don’t have the right to ask this, but if you do decide to see him, I want to be there.” God she loved the authoritative tone his voice took. He might be dominant, but he wasn’t domineering—another big plus in her book.
“I agree with you, Cub. He’s just a bad penny showing up now. I’m not going to entertain him. If it was truly important he would have said what he was calling for.”
Rasheed rubbed her back and sighed. “I’m sorry. That was real bold of me to demand I be present. I guess I might have gotten a little jealous.”
She looked up sharply when he said that. “Baby, what for? Tremaine made me feel like crap and I allowed it. I don’t want to revisit old wounds but I won’t deny that they exist. I’m on my way higher and with you. Fuck him,” she said vehemently. She had never used crass language that much, her sister Imani was the one with the potty mouth. Yet that was how she felt. Fuck him and the high horse he rode in on. She wasn’t about to go running up under his ass now. “I don’t want to think about him, baby, let’s just have our time here together without being encumbered by my past. I’m sorry if I made you worry,” she said. He kissed her softly then with more passion, deepening their kiss before pulling away reluctantly.
“You don’t have a damn thing to apologize for. Where the hell did he want you to meet him anyways?” She chuckled at the tone of Rasheed’s voice. He was still pissy but trying to get over it. Damn she really was falling in love with him.
“Nowhere special, he said tomorrow at the library downtown. Why?” He smiled at her. “It’s nothing. I was just wondering. Hey, you want to go for a ride?” Pursing her lips, she sized him up, arching her brow, then coyly grinned at him.
