“Oh boy, do I ever need you, Jamie,” Lyla said, squeezing his thigh as he backed the car out of the driveway.
“I need you too, baby.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulder as he drove. “And I love you more than ever. I’m sorry for all of that nastiness tonight.”
“It’s not your fault. It’s pretty much what I expected,” Lyla lied. She’d been prepared for a rough time but not that bad. What she’d expected was something like, Oh, I don’t really think I feel comfortable about our son being in a relationship with a white woman. Perhaps we should all talk about the possible problems. And what she got instead was, Francine, you hold her down while I prepare the fiery pit so we can dangle her over it and watch while her evil white meat sizzles.
“What I meant,” Lyla’s fingertips marched from Jamie’s knee to his groin, “is I need you to be with me tonight, Jamie. I need to feel the warmth and weight of your body on mine. To feel you deep inside me as you cradle me in your arms and make me feel loved…wanted.”
“I’m glad,” Jamie said. “Because there’s nothing in this world I’d rather do tonight than make sweet, tender love to my beautiful woman. To make her feel cherished.” He slid his hand up her thigh, beneath her skirt to rest on top of her panties at the vee between her thighs and massaged her there.
Cuddling against Jamie, happy to be alone with him at last, Lyla cried happy tears all the way back to her apartment.
Chapter Seven
“Hey, baby?”
“Mmm-hmm?” Lyla mumbled, her voice soft and wistful as she and Jamie stripped off their clothes in her bedroom. She couldn’t push the delicious realization of being engaged to the man of her dreams far from her thoughts. The evening had been difficult at best but the old adage all’s well that ends well never seemed truer.
She had just stepped out of her skirt when Jamie came up behind her, rubbing at the tension knotting the back of her neck. His hands felt heavenly and she purred her pleasure in response. He was a good man…an amazing man. A perfect combination of hard angles and soft heart. Jamie was giving yet resolute, firm yet sweet, tender and caring. Most of all, he was a hundred times better than any fantasy she’d ever whipped up. Lyla sighed. Yes, she was one lucky woman.
“I don’t suppose you’re in the mood to fulfill that promise you made me,” he murmured, nuzzling his cheek against her ear.
Lyla’s thoughts whirred. With all of tonight’s commotion she could barely remember anything she’d said earlier. She caressed his hand as he massaged away her stress. “What promise? If you mean the one to love, honor and obey, I fully meant the first two but we’re definitely going to have to talk about the obeying part. ’Cause that’s not going to happen.” She chuckled.
“Uh-uh. I mean the one you made to me on our first night together. You know…” Cupping her breasts, Jamie pinched the nipples through her lacy bra before he unhooked it. A sexual tornado whirled inside Lyla as his hands traveled from her breasts to her belly, down to her pussy. “Letting me watch you use that vibrator on yourself,” he finished.
“What?” Gasping in disbelief, Lyla barked a laugh. She couldn’t help it. Twirling to face him, she looked at Jamie as if he had two heads. “Please tell me you’re joking,” she said, incredulity evident in her voice as she pulled out of his grasp. “After what I just went through with your narrow-minded mother and snarling sister tonight you don’t honestly expect me to whip out my vibrator and gleefully fuck myself silly while you sit there and drool, do you?”
“Well, I—”
“You couldn’t possibly be that insensitive, Jamie.”
Jamie’s expression went blank, his stare vacant. He cleared his throat, undeniably aware that he was heading down an unpopular path at best. Lyla almost thought she could see the gears working inside his brain as he struggled to come up with an acceptable response.
“Uh…no…of course not, baby. I, uh, I was just teasing, that’s all.”
“Yeah, right,” Lyla huffed. “Ugh, men! Here’s a newsflash for you, Mr. James Donlon—no matter what color, no matter what ethnicity, men are all alike.”
A look of mock horror across his features, Jamie staggered back, clapping his hand against his chest. “I am shocked, traumatized and disillusioned. The bigotry, the prejudice, the stereotyping…” He wagged a chastising finger at Lyla, clearly laboring to stifle an emerging grin. “Why, shame on you, Lyla Lassiter, for making such a blatant all-or-nothing statement like that. I’m…I’m just at a loss for words.” He brought his hand to his forehead, massaging his temples and doing his best to look chagrined.
“Ha-ha, very funny. Well, go ahead.” Lyla shrugged with an air of nonchalance. “You can say whatever you like, Jamie, because it’s not going to make me feel guilty. The male brain is the male brain—period—and most of the time it’s happily lodged at the center of a man’s universe.” Pointing to Jamie’s erect cock, she snickered.
“Well, of course it is. And for a very good reason I might add,” Jamie said, taking his cock in his hands and glancing down at it as he stroked it a few times. Observing the action, which lengthened his shaft another good inch, with raised eyebrows and a lick of her lips, Lyla made no comment. The man certainly knew how to distract her, she’d give him that.
“You see, the closer the brain is to the cock,” Jamie explained in a smoky, smooth tone, “the stronger the signals and instructions.” He released his cock and it twitched. Lyla resisted the urge to reach out and clutch it, bringing it to her mouth for a nice big lick. “You know, like the signals it’s receiving right now,” Jamie said. “The signals informing my cock it needs to plunge deep inside you and make that sweet pussy of yours quiver until you’re gasping for air.” He paused dramatically, clearly allowing Lyla time for the idea to sink in fully. “To satisfy that white-woman longing to have something big, black and exotic filling her like she’s never been filled before.”
As if on cue, Lyla’s pussy trickled and she felt her inner thighs moistening. Nothing elicited a more immediate response than thoughts of being profoundly pleasured by Jamie. “Don’t think for a moment that you can influence me that easily,” Lyla lied, “because it simply isn’t true. I’m totally immune to your manipulation.”
Letting forth with a deep, raspy chuckle, Jamie stepped close, palming her pussy. Lyla gasped as frissons of delight zapped through her lower belly. “Those soaked-through little panties of yours tell me different.”
“That’s…that’s just perspiration,” she claimed, yanking her drenched panties off and tossing them aside. “I-I was warm, that’s all.”
“Uh-huh,” Jamie said, his gaze focused on the damp curls between her thighs. “Well, you must be really hot right now because I can see that sweet perspiration dribbling down your creamy white thighs.”
He took a step closer and she backed up, drawing a couple of deep, carefully controlled breaths. Her heart skipped like crazy and only through sheer force of will did she stop herself from jumping on Jamie and impaling herself on his glorious cock. No. That would never do. Not when she needed to make a point—needed to maintain control of the discussion so she could teach Jamie a thing or two about the female mind and how to appease it. Tearing her gaze from Jamie’s cock, Lyla worked to block the rush of hormones merrily prancing through her system.
“It’s going on right now, right here,” Jamie said, cupping his groin and shaking the prime meat there. “I’m talking about the innate instructions,” Jamie continued, his gaze tracking every inch of Lyla’s body before his eyes rose to meet hers, “that let my cock know just exactly how to soothe and satisfy my beautiful, sexy woman tonight. To take away all her stress and ease those tense muscles with a long…deep…hard…soul-satisfying fuck.”
Well, damn. Jamie had done it. He’d succeeded in charming her, sweeping her off her feet and propelling rational thought clear out of her mind. Alert to the insistent ache between her slickened folds, Lyla shifted, squeezing her thighs together, causing juices to run down her
legs. “Oh, well that’s just not fair at all. You’re not taking my admonition very seriously,” she chastised, her voice husky. “But…” she cleared her throat and smiled up at him, “okay, what the hell. Score one for the male brain. Now get busy and put that intelligent tool between your legs to work.” She jumped onto the bed and spread her thighs open, aware that she was most likely grinning from ear to ear in eager anticipation.
“On your knees, woman,” Jamie commanded. “I want to look at that luscious ass of yours as my cock slips in and out of your cunt.”
Jamie didn’t have to tell Lyla twice. This was one type of obeying she didn’t mind a bit. Not one single iota. In a flash she positioned herself in the middle of the bed, butt high and breasts low and dangling. After sheathing himself with a condom, Jamie joined her on the bed, kneeling behind her. Rubbing his hands over her ass cheeks and squeezing, he groaned. When he reached beneath her, cupping the weight of her breasts, squeezing them and then tugging her nipples, Lyla sighed a languorous moan. She could feel the tension she carried from the disastrous evening waning.
“We’ll save the vibrator for another time, baby,” Jamie said soft and low.
“That sounds good, Jamie, because right now my body aches for you in ways my vibrator could never cure. What I need tonight is—”
“I know,” Jamie assured her, tearing open the condom packet he’d snagged from the nightstand and sheathing himself. “Tonight you need me to make you feel loved…appreciated…cherished, and that won’t be hard at all because I treasure you, Lyla. You’re the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.” He rubbed the hard length of his cock between the cheeks of her ass. “You’re the woman I want to wake up to each morning and hold in my arms each night as we drift off to sleep.”
If Jamie’s sweet words hadn’t gotten to her, their huskiness would have. Lyla found herself at a strange and curious crossroads, halfway between sobbing tears of joy and begging for him to hammer hard and high into her cunt. As the thought darted across her mind, his cock nudged her pussy and then slammed into her depths, tearing a raw cry from her throat. Yes…this is what she wanted, what she needed, what she craved. Her man filling her, claiming her, pressed up tight against her womb.
“Mmm, yeah…you feel so good and warm in there,” Jamie hummed. “That’s what it’s all about, baby. You and me linked together and loving each other like this.” His cock withdrew then slammed forward, penetrating as deep as it could go. “You have no idea how exciting it is for me to watch my cock slipping in and out of your wet, shiny, pink slit.” His balls slapped against her ass as he pumped deeper, faster, sending Lyla spiraling through a swirling haze of desire.
“Oh…feels so good…” Lyla panted as his slow hands and urgent hips transported her to the edge of ecstasy. No doubt about it. She was built for this—designed for loving and making love with Jamie. She bore down to meet his cock as he ground it close to her womb. “I can feel you so deep and high, rubbing on this perfect little spot up there. Mmmm…it’s wonderful. Very pleasurable.” She rocked against him, creating an agreeable rhythm. “When I feel your hands on me, your cock nestled deep inside me, it’s like all the problems just dissolve away. It’s just me and you and our perfect loving, Jamie.”
“I’m sorry for being insensitive about the vibrator earlier, Lyla,” Jamie said, stilling his pistoning hips for a moment. “It’s just that when I’m near you, I’m consumed with lust.” He kissed the dimple just above her ass, where he twirled his tongue a few times. Then his tongue slipped into the crack of her ass and he licked her. Lyla shivered in response. “You and that sexy body of yours make me feel like a horny teenager. I swear, Lyla, I could love you like this for all eternity and never get tired of it.”
“I forgive you,” Lyla breathed out. “Jesus, Jamie, right at this moment I’d forgive just about anything. You make me feel so damn good. So damn hot. Melting.” Her eyes drifted closed on a soft moan. “Sizzling.”
He stroked the length of her back, murmuring tender words of love as his cock thrust into her again. “I’m all coated with the cream of your arousal,” Jamie said. “I’m looking at it glistening like warm honey on my skin and yours and damn if it’s not the most delicious sight.” With a long deep plunge he made her moan helplessly. “God, how I love the way you moan out your pleasure when I take you like this. Love those sexy little mewing kitten sounds you make that let me know you like what I’m doing to you.”
“Love, not like.” Lyla could barely put two thoughts together, much less form a cohesive sentence. She seemed to have lost the ability to do anything but feel her pussy ignite and catch fire. Racing toward bliss, her body alerted her with the thrilling rush of imminent orgasm as her muscles tightened. Wave after rapturous wave danced deep within her belly, radiating spikes of delight as she cried out Jamie’s name.
“I love you, Lyla,” he ground out as Lyla’s pulsing cunt milked his cock. “I cherish you. I promise to protect you and keep you safe forever,” Jamie managed to grunt before roaring out his climax.
Slumping to the bed and loving the weight of Jamie’s sweaty body pressing against hers, Lyla smiled—a profoundly satisfied smile that rose from deep within her soul. She loved that Jamie was thoughtful and unselfish enough—that he loved her enough—to think of her and what she needed to hear as he was gripped in the throes of his own orgasm.
The musky fragrance of their sex hung in the air, filling Lyla’s nostrils with the rich scent as she hugged him hard, not yet willing to release the warmth of his body covering hers. Life with Jamie would undoubtedly be rocky. There would be tears and frustration mixed with one hell of a glorious, satisfying ride. With Jamie by her side, Lyla felt she could take on the world…and maybe even their mothers and his sister. Maybe.
A moment later she sighed, instantly missing the feel of his skin against hers as Jamie rolled onto his side. Propping up on an elbow, he gazed down at her, tracing a fingertip over her lips.
“You look like a little lost girl. What are you thinking about, baby?”
Lyla nestled against the pillows and stroked his jaw in a loving caress. “I was thinking about our future together. All the challenges we’ll have to face. Our families most of all.”
“Yeah.” Closing his eyes in a long blink, Jamie drew in a deep breath, letting it out with a whoosh. “We’ve got a lot of work ahead of us, trying to pry those fierce-minded women off their high horses and make them see us as living, breathing people—to look beyond the color of our skin. It’s not going to be easy.”
“No,” Lyla agreed, smoothing her fingers over his chest. “But I believe with all my heart that we can conquer any adversity, Jamie—any racial slurs, dirty looks, discrimination—as long as we love each other.”
“And as long as we soothe each other after each battle like we did tonight,” Jamie said, brushing a kiss across Lyla’s lips. “With plenty of sweet, tender loving and hot sweaty sex.”
“Well, I’m ready for round two whenever you are,” Lyla announced, popping up into a sitting position.
“Of what?” Jamie asked, a curious expression over his features. “Our battle of the sexes argument?”
Lyla laughed. “No, silly. Round two of that sweet, tender loving, hot sweaty sex you were just talking about. What should we do next? Sex in the shower, sex standing up, missionary-style sex, oral—”
“Whoa! Hold on a minute there.” Jamie laughed. “I’m not a machine, you know. It takes time for my precision tool to recover its telescoping abilities.” He got up from the bed, ridding himself of the condom, and then joined Lyla again.
“Well, if I’m ready,” Lyla reasoned, sneaking a peek at Jamie’s petered-out pecker, “I can’t see why you can’t be.”
“Baby, it doesn’t work that way. Men need more time.”
“You’re talking like an old man and you’re not even forty yet,” Lyla squeaked. “How long do I have to wait?”
Jamie shook his head. “About twenty minutes.”
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br /> Lyla shook her head harder. “Unacceptable. You have fourteen minutes,” she said with a glance at her alarm clock. “Be ready.”
Jamie laughed. “Woman, you are positively insatiable.”
Lyla nodded. “Better get used to it.” She grinned.
“Can I use that time to get me something to eat?” Jamie asked. “I’m starving after all that fine loving.”
“I’m starving too. I barely ate a thing at your mother’s. For obvious reasons.” Lyla rolled her eyes. “Follow me.” She padded into the kitchen. “Have a seat and concentrate on getting your dick back to performance levels while I whip us up something to eat.”
“No chocolate omelets,” Jamie warned.
“Believe it or not, Mr. Smart Aleck, my gourmet horizons extend beyond the realm of chocolate. For instance…” Lyla opened the refrigerator. “Let’s see…I have two big squares of cornbread, a slice of stuffed spinach pizza, half a container of hummus and a jar of marinated artichokes. A veritable feast!” She rubbed her hands together before drawing out the foods.
Jamie wrinkled his nose. “What’s hummus?”
Lyla took two dishes out of the cupboard. “It’s a Middle Eastern spread made from garbanzo beans.” Jamie looked skeptical. “You know, chick peas,” Lyla clarified. “And garlic, lemon juice, olive oil and tahini.” He gave her that odd look again and Lyla smiled. “Don’t be such a baby. Tahini is just sesame seed paste, that’s all. It’s really good, you’ll like it.” She split the foods and arranged them on each plate.
“I’m not a fan of cooked spinach,” Jamie said, a look of cautious apprehension in his eyes as he eyed the cold pizza. “I’ll eat it raw in a salad, but it gets all slimy when it’s cooked. I never had marinated artichokes either.”
“Well, aren’t you the fussy eater?” Lyla tsked. “You like cornbread, right? I mean, everybody likes cornbread.” Jamie nodded in agreement. “Good, well, the cornbread will help everything else go down easier.” Lyla poured them each a glass of red wine. “Eat. Your minutes are ticking away fast.” She dipped the end of her half of the pizza into the hummus, murmuring her appreciation.
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