When another old favorite began to play, this time “What a Diff’rence a Day Makes,” Lucius adeptly read her face and offered her his hand. “May I have this dance?”
Beverly tilted her head. “Yes, you may.”
They stood together and waltzed over to the small dance floor before the band. As they’d done for most of the evening and now the night, the two glided into each other’s arms, their bodies fitting together perfectly.
Beverly sighed as she leaned her cheek against Lucius and rocked steadily with him. When Lucius started to hum along with the music, she closed her eyes and allowed herself to get lost in the moment. Gone was the baggage of her failed marriage and the stress of running her own business. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to just…be.
The music ended. For Beverly it was a little too soon. She and Lucius pulled apart and joined the crowd in applauding the band. When it was time to leave there was reluctance on Beverly’s part. She could easily dance in Lucius’s arms well into the morning, but as it was nearing midnight, and the dinner club was winding down.
Strolling out to Lucius’s parked car, she had to confess, “This has been a long, wonderful evening.”
He opened the passenger door and smiled at her. “I was just thinking the same thing—except for the long part. I kinda thought the night flew by.”
Their eyes locked and Beverly’s body submitted to an overpowering magnetic pull. At the sight of Lucius’s head descending, the muscles in her belly quivered and her heart pounded so loud she feared that the whole world could hear it. When their lips finally made contact, Beverly’s eyes fluttered closed and, once again, she was lost.
However, this time was different. In her mind, not only could she hear music, but there was also this wonderful floating sensation that made her feel lush and giddy. She pressed closer, greedy for more.
Lucius eagerly gave her what she wanted—what they both wanted. He had spent the evening wondering what she would taste like and he wasn’t disappointed. Her lips were amazingly soft and decadently sweet. A man, if he wasn’t too careful, could get caught up.
They remained locked together, the kiss growing hungrier by the second. Lucius pressed her body against the car door. Beverly moaned. Maybe their promised evening was still on. To test the waters, Lucius ran a hand up the front of her dress and cupped one of her large breasts, which easily filled his hand. She didn’t pull away. In fact, her mouth opened wider, her tongue delved deeper and mated with his mouth in a way that was so erotic his hard-on was ready to break through the seam of his pants.
However, the sounds of heels hitting concrete and distant laughter penetrated their small intimate sphere and brought them back to Earth. Beverly broke the kiss and panted hard against his ear, “Take me back to the hotel.”
Lucius nodded and then helped her into her seat, but when he rushed around to his own door his throbbing cock made it hard for him to think straight, let alone fold into his seat and attempt to drive. But the moment he was behind the wheel, he gave Beverly one look and then sprang across the seat for one more taste of her sweet lips. She received him with as much hunger and passion as she did a few moments ago.
So soft.
So sweet.
So…
Honk!
Lucius and Beverly sprang apart, their hands shooting up as if the entire Atlanta Police Department had suddenly materialized. Instead they discovered, when their heartbeats slowed down a bit, that all that had happened was Lucius’s knee—or at least he thought it was his knee—had hit the horn and that there was no one surrounding them.
Beverly laughed, breaking the tension.
Lucius quickly joined in, cooled down and then started the car. He wasn’t the most patient of drivers on the road. The urgency to get back to the hotel gave him a lead foot and rendered him color-blind on a few traffic lights. Hell, it had been eleven months.
When the Hilton came into view, his heart lightened as if he was once again the college offensive lineman and his team was just a few feet from scoring the game-winning touchdown. That is until blue lights flashed in his rearview mirror.
No. No. No.
Beverly giggled from the passenger seat.
Reluctantly, Lucius pulled over and then was surprised and relieved when the police car whizzed by, clearly intent on a different destination.
“Maybe you should just drive the speed limit,” Beverly suggested with a teasing lilt.
“Right.” Lucius pulled back onto the road and somehow managed to control his lead foot and his painfully straight hard-on while maintaining his cool. Well, at least he hoped it came off that way. The flip side was that he was coming off like a dog and at any moment he was going to break out and start humping her leg.
Beverly leaned over to turn the CD player back on. Lauryn Hill’s mellow rendition of “Killing Me Softly” set the mood. Now that her libido had the chance to slow down, she glanced over at the man sitting beside her. She still had the same assessment she had earlier. Damn, he’s fine.
But was she really so bold as to sleep with him on the first night? Hell, yeah! the small voice in the back of her head shouted. She could actually visualize a little miniature version of herself, complete with a cheerleading outfit, flipping around and shouting, “Give me a S, give me an E, give me a X. What does that spell? Sex!”
Lucius pulled into the parking lot of the Hilton hotel and then shot her a smoldering look that had her twitching in her seat. It was decision time, she realized as he stopped in a parking spot and killed the engine. Beverly closed her eyes and wondered if she could really go through with what her body was demanding. As much as she wanted to recapture her long-lost college spirit, she feared that she didn’t know how. The trials and tribulations that she’d endured in the past ten years were like shackles to maturity. Taking risks didn’t thrill her as it once did, but rather frightened her. It was sad to say, but the last man she’d been with was her ex-husband, David. What if Lucius found her performance in the bedroom…lacking?
It was possible. David had, after all, escaped her bed for the warmth of another’s. Slowly but surely Beverly’s earlier confidence started to erode and no amount of pompom waving from her invisible self could help her.
Lucius opened his car door and then rushed around the luxury SUV to help her out. “Mind if I walk you to your room?”
No woman in this world could look into Lucius’s seductive hazel eyes and deny him anything—her included. “I’d like that very much.”
Chapter 6
There was something about the way he touched her.
That was the only way Beverly could explain why she was feeling what she was feeling as they stumbled their way into her hotel suite. She dropped her clutch purse on the floor and kicked her shoes off while Lucius peeled out of his shirt, revealing a beautiful, firm milk-chocolate chest with a nice six-pack.
Yum.
Lucius stalked toward her like a panther approaching his prey; his hungry gaze devoured her every curve.
Beverly’s body went haywire while her endorphins had her as high as a kite. She gasped when his arm shot out like a python strike, grabbing her and crushing her body up against his. They melded their lips together in the most intoxicating kiss she’d ever experienced. Spellbound, she slid her arms up his hard chest and then curved them around the back of his head, locking him in place so that she could drink her fill of him.
And drink she did, so much so that the removal of her dress was nothing more than a blur. What did crystallize in her mind was when Lucius gracefully and skillfully removed her black lace bra and tossed it across the room. When his large and strong hands cupped and squeezed her full breasts, a mini-orgasm caused her to break their kiss and gasp her pleasure.
Lucius didn’t miss a beat and descended his head lower and sucked one of her hard, raisin-sized nipples into his mouth. A bit of flesh scraped across his teeth and a delicious pain set off another mini-orgasm that caused Beverly’s knees to buc
kle.
They fell to the bed. Lucius adeptly rolled her beneath him so that he could continue to squeeze, suck and occasionally bite at her breasts at his heart’s content.
Beverly sighed, gasped and squirmed while mentally dancing near the edge of insanity. Just when she was sure that she was about to take that giant leap, his merciless mouth moved to the valley between her breasts and then traveled lower. Her eyes opened slightly and through the mess of her thick lashes, she watched him descend down the middle of her body.
The erotic part was that he was watching her as well. Despite his smoldering hot gaze, Beverly was more transfixed by the sight of his long, glistening pink tongue. When it reached the center of her body and dipped into her belly button, her lace panties grew moist in anticipation for his tongue’s next pit stop.
Lucius peeled her panties from her hips and slid them down to reveal the small nest of curls between her legs. He emitted a soft gasp as if he’d just opened a present to find he’d been gifted with something he’d been longing for forever. First, he pressed a kiss against her springing curls and smiled.
Beverly held her breath for so long that her lungs burned and her chest ached, but Lucius was obviously having too much fun, teasing and torturing her. He pressed kisses against first her right thigh, and then her left, which made her open her legs wider and thrust her hips upward.
Instead of responding to what she so clearly and eagerly offered, Lucius continued to press G-rated kisses everywhere but where she wanted. Even when her soft hands combed his head and tried to direct him, he steadfastly refused to succumb to what they both wanted.
Needed.
However, he was determined to wait for the magic word and given her stark impatience, he suspected he was just seconds from hearing it.
“Lucius,” she panted. “Please.”
Bingo! He smiled. “Anything you want, baby.” He slid his tongue through her soft lips and tasted the honey within. “Mmmmmm,” he moaned and then dipped in for another taste, this time longer and taking his time twirling his tongue around the base of her pretty pink pearl.
Tears surfaced and leaked from Beverly’s eyes as she continued to squirm around, the air now emptying her lungs as she aahed and oohed through his slow feasting. At the feel of her first full orgasm building, she found herself inching her way up the bed as if she wasn’t sure she was ready for such an intense impact.
Lucius dogged her every move, following her up the bed until she hit her head against the headboard. Now she had nowhere to go as the pressure kept building and intensifying. Her mouth slacked open. It was going to be too big—too much, she decided and then tried to push Lucius away. However, that was like trying to move the Rock of Gibraltar. He wasn’t having it.
Preparing for the inevitable, Beverly spread out her hands and grabbed large fistfuls of the bed’s sheets and held on. “Oh, God” she moaned repeatedly. Her body’s temperature climbed until finally she exploded. Her soul splintered into a million little pieces.
For a few precious seconds afterward, Beverly had no idea where she was or how she got there. Her only guess was that she existed somewhere between heaven and Earth. By the time she opened her eyes again, Lucius had yanked off his designer boxers and his hard dick was swinging in the air, like he was gearing up for batting practice.
He possessed a beautiful work of art: thick, long and hands down the biggest she’d personally seen. Her clit throbbed and her breasts ached for what was to come.
Still drifting on a hazy cloud of lust, she reached for him and was pleased with how he felt both hard and soft at the same time. Wanting to return the great pleasure that he’d just given her, Beverly took the head of his cock into her mouth and sucked gently before tracing the smoothness with her tongue.
“Oooh, baby. That feels nice,” Lucius cooed, running his fingers through her hair.
Beverly loved the praise and grew bold enough to grab his hard ass with both of her hands, and then drew as much as she could of him into her mouth.
“Damn,” he sighed, his knees buckling.
With her mouth full, she looked up at him, wanting to see what ecstasy looked like on his face. What she saw only turned her on more.
She sucked harder. Faster. Deeper.
Lucius pumped his hips—not enough to choke her, but just enough to deepen his pleasure. Mentally, he was trying every trick in the book to prevent himself from coming too soon.
It wasn’t easy.
Beverly’s wonderful mouth and amazing tongue suckled and caressed him in a way that had his toes curling and his heart hammering against his chest. He couldn’t stand it anymore and jumped back, his dick springing free from her mouth so he could retrieve the gold-wrapped condom from his wallet.
When he came back to the bed, Lucius handed Beverly the packet. “Won’t you help me out with this?”
Her long fingers took the condom from his hand and she smiled wickedly as she tore open the packet and then slowly unrolled the condom over his thick pole.
“Ah, you’re trying to pay a brotha back, huh?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied prettily.
He climbed onto the bed, easing her onto her back. “You don’t, huh?”
Automatically, her long silky legs slid up and hooked around his waist. “Not a clue.”
“Now why don’t I believe you?” he asked, taking his thick cock in hand and then using it to smack her open clit. “Maybe I should punish you for lying to me?” He smacked her clit again.
Beverly squirmed. What did she do? Now he was going to torture her again before giving her what she wanted. How long could she hold out?
“You know I could just keep you open like this until you confess.”
She moaned and squirmed.
Lucius ran his dick from the top of her clit down to the crack of her ass and then back up again. “It’s too bad because I really wanted to get a piece of this. But since you don’t know what I’m talking about…” He shook his head. “I guess I should just go ahead and get dressed and go back home.”
“No. Don’t. I was just playing,” she groaned and then realized that it hadn’t taken her long to break and beg.
“You were just playing?” He placed his dick right at the entrance of her sex and watched her try to ease him in. “Are you playing with me now?”
“No,” she sighed. “Please.” She was going crazy and no longer cared whether he knew it.
Lucius leaned over, kissed her lips. “Please what?”
She kissed him back. “I need you.”
With those words, Lucius eased into her with a slow, gentle thrust of his hips. At the same time, Beverly sank her nails into his back and they both ended up hissing with a mixture of pleasure and pain.
Beverly couldn’t believe how much of him she was able to take in. At one point, she thought that she was losing her virginity for the second time, but the truth was that Lucius Gray was a very well-endowed brotha indeed. And just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, Lucius completed their joining with one determined, savage thrust.
Beverly cried out, but Lucius’s loving murmur and then subsequent kisses dried her tears. Then he began to move and a whole new world opened up behind her closed eyelids. Years of stress peeled off of her, leaving her feeling as light as a feather.
Lucius’s cock filled every inch of her and more, but she was determined to ride until she passed out, if necessary. What was amazing was how she had at first felt like Lucius was too much, but then she quickly found that she couldn’t get enough. In no time their bodies were coated with sweat.
“Damn, baby. Damn,” he repeated continuously in her ear. “You feel soooo good.”
The bed was jumping, the headboard was banging and Lucius’s and Beverly’s bodies were slapping together as if they were all part of some erotic percussion section of a big sex band.
A new heat simmered and then roared to life, signaling to Beverly that she was just seconds away from ano
ther mind-bending orgasm. She tried to brace herself, which caused her to tighten her vaginal muscles and, thus, drive Lucius insane.
“I’m coming,” they said in unison.
Lucius slanted his mouth over hers. A second later they were victims of an orgasm so violent that all they could do was shudder and collapse against each other. Spent. Exhilarated. Satisfied.
As Beverly slowly came back to her senses, she rained tiny kisses along his shoulder and then up the column of his sweaty neck. That was all it took for Lucius to reboot and harden again.
“Looks like you want to play some more,” he whispered.
“How could you tell?”
He chuckled. “You’re an amazing woman.”
“You’re not so bad yourself.”
Lucius’s brows hiked up.
“I mean…you’re an amazing man.”
He laughed. “That’s much better.” He pulled back and mopped at her still-hard nipples, eliciting a soft moan from her. “And you’re in luck,” he said, pausing. “I want to play some more, too.”
Her smile blossomed. “Good. Then let’s have some fun.”
Chapter 7
Beverly woke up Saturday morning with a smile on her face and feeling like a brand-new woman. She started to stretch and uncurl from her C-shaped position only to bump into her new lover’s still sleeping form. Stopping in midstretch, she glanced over her shoulder and was instantly awestruck by the beauty of such handsome masculinity.
A calm settled over her as she soaked in his peaceful profile. Her gaze roamed from his healthy hairline to his groomed brows, long lashes and even his light morning beard. Slowly, she pulled away from her comfortable spoon position so she could turn and run her fingers along the light prickly hairs of his jawline. Her smile widened as she realized that she loved the feel of it. Slowly her fingers wandered to trace a line around his lips.
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