His hands scratched down my back as he worked his muscle round and round my throbbing body and aching skin, letting go only so that he could bring his hands forward and squeeze down onto them both causing me to moan out – a moan that wouldn’t be heard over the noise of a college party; everyone was stuck in a college daze.
I could feel his eagerness, his love and lust mixed into one causing a throbbing through the fabric that barely contained him. He pulled my legs forward causing me to sit flat in my skirt on his stiffened member which he yanked out of his briefs and held against the fabric covering my lower body. Rubbing it up and down on me as I grinded on him in response, I never should’ve doubted him; not for a minute.
I reached down and moved the fabric over to the side so that our skin met and my body began to consume him, he sat up against the headboard as I shifted to my feet and crept down, hovering over his manhood and easing my loosening hole onto him.
His stiff member’s pulsating waves sent shocks of pleasure roaring, cutting through me like a bolt of lightning. With inch after inch I found myself shaking more, found myself ready to buckle and fall down.
My feet gave in, forcing me to dive through those last few inches and take the whole of his member without warning, causing him to moan out as I felt the sharp sting of pleasure hit up into what I swear was my stomach.
“Oh-” I moaned, a guttural, animal moan. “Oh, Gooooddddd!”
As I faced him he began to shift his weight, lifting himself up and down, forcing me to bounce on the erect shaft that penetrated me like a knife. The fabrics of my clothes kept getting caught up in the shifting of our bodies, but Mark was enjoying himself far too much to care for it.
He leaned in and kissed me with larger, soaked breaths, the touch of his lips enough to intoxicate me themselves. His hands roamed freely on my opened shirt as my breasts bounced inches from his face, my whole body was flung up and fell back down, each time forcing me to take every inch he had. I could feel myself leaking out onto him, which he only used to his advantage, pulling out of me only to rub himself up in the juices we’d produced for each other and then ram back inside of me, using our excitement as lube and causing the penetration to flow harder.
Mark suddenly pulled away from me, he got me lying down across the bed so that my feet were at the headboard and ripped the skirt from me. He lay my body so that the lower half was all flesh, flesh he could use as he pleased. Getting himself out from the restriction of his briefs, he lay on top of me so that his manhood was aiming down at my lips and his mouth fell right into my throbbing lower body.
I knew exactly what to do, an act we’d both done many times before together. Without hesitation I grabbed a hold of him and took in as much as I could – the worst thing about being on the bottom of this was that Mark had a habit of letting himself lie down; which he did.
The entire of his shaft forced its way to the back of my throat as I felt him begin to return the favor down below. I began to choke on his member as he gnawed away at me, as he slung his tongue down into my body and licked up every last bit of excitement I spilled. He devoured me, ate into me, thrust his mouth in and out of me so hard that it banged on my spot every time; almost like he did with his manhood.
I couldn’t focus on finishing him when I felt so close myself, he pulled back out of my throat as he felt my body tremble, felt my legs spread more as I came to breaking point. My nails digging into the sheets on either side I let out a moan in which Mark took as an opportunity to thrust right back into me. As I felt myself burst onto the bed I felt Mark’s seed shoot down into my throat, going right down with not a drop left by the time he pulled away. He loved it when I swallowed it all, and I loved how he took my essence with utmost pleasure, in a perfect circle of passion.
“I love you, too.”
The long awaited response was spoken out as we both lay there catching our breath, my mouth filled with the sweet taste of my boyfriend and my legs trembling from the burst of excitement that sent pleasure scorching through me, a flame of passion that was now settling into ash on the bed.
After we’d made ourselves presentable, Mark did what he implied he would, he grabbed me and paraded me around the house like I was his most prized possession. He shoved me into everyone’s face and made them take note I’d be sticking around.
No one really caused a reaction, but you could tell who those ‘traditional’ guys were, the ones that lurked behind us, giving us shakes of disapproval. Mark told me time and time again to ignore it, and whenever they got on my nerves I just let them know that they’d never get a girl who could do what I could do to Mark – Mark completely agreed.
About Marcus Williams
Working for himself as a full-time writer, Marcus Williams is living the dream: and he wants to make his readers experience their dreams, too, particularly their fantasies. So he's a natural fit for Steam Books Erotica & Romance, where he gets to engage his readers' minds... and, vicariously, their bodies as well.
Marcus has studied in the UK and brings a worldly approach to his work, which often feature African Americans as well as a variety of multicultural encounters. In his stories, love and lust know no borders.
And more from Marcus Williams:
HIS TRUE COLORS
Coming from a struggling background, Shantelle volunteers at a care home to help those in need, and resents Connor, the rich and famous businessman who visits the place, thinking he’s in it only for the good publicity. But she gets to see a different side of Connor, and when she becomes intimately acquainted with him and sees his true colors, inside and out, complications arise between her growing public notoriety and the resentful eyes of her family…
PRACTICING PLEASURE
The hospital is buzzing about the mysterious and handsome new doctor that has arrived. Alissia, however, takes her work seriously and has no time for such gossip… until she lays her eyes on him herself. The new doctor, James, is sexy, quiet, and reserved, and Alissia becomes infatuated, wanting to know what’s on his mind. Could it be… her?
THICK AND LOVELY
Claire is a rundown woman, sick of the dating game and the weird men she tends to meet, who in turn don’t seem to be appreciative of her luscious, curvy body. But then Tom comes along. Tom is a doctor who Claire meets through a mutual friend. The two of them instantly click and what was only meant to be a meal turns into an overnight date where Claire finds out just how much Tom appreciates her… and her curves.
LOGGING
IN AND OUT
OF LOVE
Shanika Patrice
Sharon had tried the online dating scene a few years back with hopes of meeting a potential boyfriend to fill the void she felt in her life. Sharon had moved to Grand Rapids, Michigan a couple of years ago in search of more career opportunities and a more exciting social experience. She spent the first year in her new city trying to become familiar with it and getting settled in her new position at the local community college, but once she entered that second year Sharon was ready for some companionship. Within a year’s time, Sharon had met and dated three guys, and after the third man she swore to give up online dating for good.
The first one was hours away in Indiana—a guy who made up every excuse to never come visit her but always talked her into driving there to see him; after three trips and two months she decided that the routine was getting old.
The second one lived about 30 minutes away, but she spent more time with the first guy in Indiana more than she spent with this guy even though he was closer; he was a mama’s boy anyway.
The third one lived in Detroit and stuck around the longest out of all of the three. Sharon thought she had gotten it right with this one but his crazy ways began to show after she gave it up; he was also fucked up in the head about relationships apparently after being screwed over himself by someone. She had met all of them on an online website primarily for meeting other African-American singles.
Coming from a small rural town in Northern Michi
gan, Sharon had been the minority in her hometown, being that she came from one of the few African-American families that resided there. Even with that being the case, Sharon still never dated anyone outside of her race; it was not as if she planned it that way or even fought against it—the situation never presented itself where she had to make a choice to do so. Even when she went away to college where she was surrounded by thousands of students of all races, the situation still never presented itself.
It was when she decided to attend a local networking event that took place in one of spaces where she worked that she ran into an old girlfriend, Roxann, who she had not seen in ages. Roxann filled her in on this website where she had met her new boyfriend: a website for interracial dating.
At first Sharon was a little surprised to hear that Roxann would specifically choose a dating site for interracial dating, especially considering that she considered her friend to be kind of militant and definitely pro-black anything. Beyond that reasoning though, Roxann did made a good point to Sharon that she had not even considered—what was the difference between her choosing to go to an interracial dating website while Sharon chose to go to an African-American dating website? As Roxann explained it, either way you are limiting your dating options.
It did not take long for Sharon to decide to do a little internet research and find a website that did not target any specific race; she found one that appealed to her the most and decided to put together a profile with a few pictures of herself: one up-close shot showing her beautiful, round, milk chocolate creamy skin with a bright smile emphasized by a sexy, ruby-red lip shade; a second full-length shot that showed her athletic 5’7” slightly muscular frame from years of running track in her workout gear; finally, a third full-length shot of herself in a sexy, black cocktail dress with her curly hair falling beyond her shoulders.
Sharon made a vow to herself that she would be open to the possibilities of meeting people regardless of whether or not they fit her usual dating criteria, as well as taking a chance on something new and different. As soon as Sharon hit ‘save’ on her profile to post it up for public view, the hits and messages came in immediately. It was not until the following day that she arrived home from work that Sharon noticed the abundance of messages and greetings from men introducing themselves and ready to make a connection with her.
Out of the dozen or so responses she received, there was one that caught her attention as soon as she saw it—his name was Joe and he lived right outside of Grand Rapids about 15 minutes away. Like the other potential suitors, he specified that he was tall and he was certainly handsome—the only obvious difference was that he was not dark like the others, but in fact white. He was very handsome, Sharon thought to herself, with short, brown spiked hair and a small gap that peeped out from behind his sexy lips when he smiled. He had a hint of a mustache and goatee that made him even more appealing to Sharon. While many of the messages she received referred to her as sexy or hot, in addition to some other much too forward greetings, Joe sent her a message that simply said:
“Hello beautiful. I love your smile and your profile.”
Sharon thought it was a sweet message compared to many of the others, and it had her curious as far as his intentions for sending her a message. Was he just making it known that he liked her profile and wanted to share, or was that his opening way of getting a response so that he could say more?
Sharon did not immediately respond to any of the messages and alerts she received, but she found herself thinking of Joe’s profile that evening and finally decided to send him a response before she went to bed. Joe had her very curious, so she responded:
“Hi. Thank you so much for the compliments. I like your profile (and smile) as well.”
As soon as she sent the message, Sharon wondered if she should have said more. Her response did not exactly welcome him to respond, which deep inside she wanted him to say more. She found herself really wanting to get to know this man. Sharon started to log off, but right before she could hit the log out button the instant messenger box from the website popped up and it was Joe trying to start a conversation with her. Sharon’s heart almost stopped and she became instantly nervous as if he was right there in the room with her. Where are these emotions coming from, she asked herself.
Joe’s message asking her, “Hi, how are you?” had been waiting for her attention for the past couple of minutes before she realized she needed to respond before he logged off himself.
Share1978: I’m doing fine, thank you. How are you this evening?
JoeBlo37: Better now that you said something back! :)
From those opening lines Sharon and Joe began an online friendship that eventually expanded from the computer to the telephone within the week. During their breaks and lunches they would constantly text back and forth, then when they both left their jobs in the early evening they would call each other up and stay on the phone until dinnertime. Before bedtime they would either chat online if they were both logged in, or they would have a two-hour or more telephone conversation until one of them began dozing off to sleep. That was Sharon and Joe’s routine each night, and although it became tiring at times they couldn’t go too long without being in contact with one another in some form or fashion.
By the third week Joe announced that he was going to close his account on the dating website that they met on because he knew in his heart that he had met his soul mate when he met Sharon. Although this revelation briefly frightened her, mainly because of how things were moving so quickly, Sharon was also touched.
Although Joe did not ask, he was hoping that Sharon would volunteer to do the same. She did not offer it immediately during that conversation because her mind was tied around whether or not she was ready to make this move and cut off her other options to meet other people, but Sharon had only been communicating with Joe since that first week joining the website. By the end of that phone call that night, before Joe wished her a good night and a wonderful morning as he did in typical fashion, Sharon told Joe that she would close her account, too. Both of them went to sleep in their own separate beds smiling and thinking of one another and what this meant for them going forward. It was off to a great start.
At the beginning of the fourth week, Joe had started putting pressure on Sharon to meet since they were so close in distance. Sharon was hesitant, which Joe immediately blamed on their racial differences. Actually, Joe was mistaken; the reason Sharon wanted to extend their “courting” time was because it had been a long time since Sharon had any sexual contact and, attracted as she was to Joe, she knew that as soon as she saw him in person that she would jump his bones.
Of course, Sharon did not want to share this and potentially come across as some kind of sex freak. So far their conversations had been very detailed and deep, with each opening up about family, friendships, dreams, and even relationships. They had never discussed sex and intimacy, but Sharon was forced to bring sex up when Joe accused her of stringing him along because he assumed she was fearful to be seen in public with him.
“Are you serious? That has nothing to do with why I want us to wait to meet. I wouldn’t do that to you. I can’t wait to meet you.”
“Then what’s the problem, Sharon? It’s going on a month and we live minutes away from each other. Tell me the truth…”
“Joe, I want you and I know that as soon as I see you it will be hard for me to turn you away,” Sharon rushed out the words while she had the nerve to say them.
This made Joe smile on the other end of the telephone but he had to be sure they were talking about the same thing.
“When you say you want me, what do you mean exactly?”
“You know damn well what I mean—don’t make me say it.”
“Well Sharon, I want you, too, but in more ways than one. You know I want to be with you, which I consider us to already be together even if we haven’t gone on our first date yet. But I also want to be with you intimately. There are so many things I want to do to you, which
is why I guess I am in such a hurry to meet you in person.”
Hearing these words from Joe touched Sharon deeply, but it also touched her in a way that she felt herself getting turned on just by the images and fantasies of how their first sexual experience together would be. From that point on, the conversations that week would turn more heated and they even teased each other through Skype, showing one another glimpses of what they would experience in person sooner rather than later.
Joe met Sharon halfway on her plea for them to meet after they had hit the one-month mark of their communication. When that day came, which fell on a Wednesday, Joe asked to pick Sharon up Friday evening from her home to treat her out to dinner and a night out downtown; one of the many downtown festivals was taking place that weekend so there would be much to choose from to wrap up their evening. Sharon gladly accepted his invitation.
As the conversations went on that night, though, the conversation turned intimate in context, as it had been doing each night for the past few days. Before they hung up, Joe had promised Sharon that he would please her sexually by doing whatever she wanted him to do—all she had to do was tell him in detail what she wanted. By the time Sharon had started off the fantasy saying that she would answer the door in nothing but a t-shirt, Joe suggested that they start the night off with the fantasy before the date. Sharon agreed but when Friday came she was nervous and began questioning whether or not Joe would go through with the fantasy. She then began to question whether he would show up at all because she had not heard from him all day; by now she would have gotten at least three text messages from him but the only text she did get that day was from Roxann, who was wishing her luck on her first date with Joe that night.
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