He leaned his forehead to her forehead, caressed her cheek with his cheek. Their hands were clasped tightly together, their torsos still parted as their pelvises shifted one against each the other. She suddenly pressed her mouth to his, kissing him passionately. In the distance the lull of someone’s jazz celebrated the moment.
Pulling her lips from his, Cilla stared into his eyes. Neither spoke, their breathing heavy. The pink of her tongue pushed past the line of her snow-white teeth to lick her lush lips. A wave of heat coursed in Malcolm’s midsection at the sight. He opened his mouth to speak when Cilla shook her head, pressing her index finger to his lips. A ripple of excitement suddenly had him sweating.
Cilla dropped slowly to her knees, her gaze still locked tightly with his. Her mouth was parted ever so slightly and unadulterated lust pierced her gaze. Malcolm felt himself begin to shake in anticipation. She slowly fumbled with the belt around his waist, releasing the buckle that held it closed. He gasped as she undid the snap to his jeans and eased the zipper downward, never taking her eyes from his stare. With both her hands she pushed his pants and briefs to the floor in one sweeping motion, exposing his manhood. His member twitched and pulsed, seeming to react on its own accord. His skin tingled, his breath hitched, and heat pooled.
Cilla pressed a kiss to Malcolm’s abdomen, her chin brushing against his manhood. He was large and heavy, his organ throbbing as his blood pulsed fervidly. A flash of desire made them both shudder, Cilla’s own body responding in kind as she felt her panties dampen, her juices seeping. Looking up into Malcolm’s dark eyes, his lids heavy, she felt her own desire surge with a vengeance.
Malcolm gasped, his breathing fueled with want as he murmured her name. “Oh, Cilla!”
She took him into her mouth like he was a piece of candy, hungrily, her mouth heated. Malcolm moaned loudly as she swirled her tongue swiftly around the head. His blood surged and he felt himself harden even more.
“Oh God!” Malcolm exclaimed.
Cilla pulled her mouth from him, wrapping one hand around his shaft. She began to stroke him slowly, each finger feeling like its own massage unit. She reached her other hand underneath him to grab his balls. They were full and swollen in her hand. She kneaded them between her fingers, enjoying the feel of him in her small hands. She trailed a manicured nail across the curve of one and then the other. Malcolm was suddenly so overwhelmed by the sensations that his knees began to quiver unabashedly.
She slowed the motion of her hand as she felt his muscle tighten even more. It rose upward in front of her face, like the hand on a clock pointing to eight. His member was utterly beautiful, the skin dark and flawless. She dropped her eyes to stare in awe, wanting to remember every detail. With a slight smile on her face she began to stroke him faster, her grip tightening. Malcolm braced his hands against her shoulders, fighting to keep his legs from buckling and sending him to the floor. And then she took him back into her mouth.
Cilla ducked her head back down and started feasting on his shaft like it was a melting ice cream cone. She lapped at the head, suckling him hungrily. Malcolm moved his hands to her head, grabbing her hair as he started to thrust himself in and out of her mouth, hard and fast. Cilla took him all in, aroused by the sensation of having him slam back and forth over her lips.
Malcolm was lost in the moment, moaning with pleasure. Cilla had him feeling all kinds of good. He grunted, his hips thrusting back and forth. Sweat beaded across his brow and stained his shirt. The music playing in the background had been one seductive love song after another. Her mouth and hands wrapped around him were heated, making his blood boil. And then he orgasmed, the eruption through his body volcanic. “Oh, shhh . . .” he screamed, biting down hard against his bottom lip. “Cilla, yes! Oh, yes!”
Cilla clutched his buttocks with both hands, holding him tightly to her. His body convulsed, his muscles jerking. She continued to suck him into and out of her mouth, her tongue lashing. The moment was surreal and Malcolm was completely overcome. When Cilla finally released the hold she had on him, he fell to his knees before her, his body shivering and shaking, every ounce of his control lost. Every moment with Cilla was an awakening for him, and even in those moments of vulnerability Malcolm couldn’t imagine life being sweeter.
After quick trips to the rest room to freshen up, it had been another thirty minutes of them kissing and caressing before Malcolm finally locked the doors to The Playground. After leaving the club Malcolm declared himself starving and in desperate need of nourishment. “That was a workout,” Malcolm teased. “You can’t do that to me and then not feed me.”
Cilla laughed. “I’m not cooking.”
He blew an exaggerated sigh. “You won’t cook for your man?” he asked, giving her puppy-dog eyes. He batted his lashes in her direction.
“I’m not cooking for my man at three o’clock in the morning! But I will buy you a meal from the Waffle House so you can build your strength back up.”
Malcolm laughed. “Sounds like you have plans for me.”
Cilla grinned, her eyes wide. “Yes, sir, I do!” she exclaimed.
He stole a look at his wristwatch, the diamond-encrusted timepiece striking against his dark complexion. “At this rate it looks like you and I are going to be up all night long.”
“It does. Especially once I get you nourished back up!” Cilla laughed.
Malcolm leaned across the car’s center console and kissed her. “Then you’re buying an extra side of bacon,” he said with a straight face.
“Whatever you need, baby!”
“I need you.”
Cilla smiled. “You already have me, sweetheart.”
Malcolm kissed her again, then started the car’s engine.
The ride to T W Alexander Drive and the twenty-four-hour Waffle House was short and sweet. Their laughter continued as they enjoyed an early morning meal of scrambled eggs, hash brown potatoes, smothered and diced, extra bacon, and large glasses of orange juice. It didn’t stop until they found themselves back at Cilla’s home, naked in her bed atop the new silk sheets she’d bought online. And even then they continued to tease each other, giggling like schoolkids.
Sleep came almost as soon they laid their heads down, Cilla drifting off first and Malcolm soon after. Outside the sun had just begun its slow ascent. Thick gray clouds filled the early morning sky, the billows voluminous and heavy with precipitation. A storm was brewing, something dark and ugly coming in their direction. As Malcolm’s eyes blinked open once and then again, he smiled, tightening the hold he had on the woman in his arms. As his lids closed for the last time, he smiled, not caring at all if it rained. In that moment, nestled lovingly against each other, neither he nor Cilla had a care in the world.
When Cilla opened her eyes, the dark sky outside felt more like late evening than mid-afternoon. She’d wakened earlier, just long enough to call in sick to work, planning to spend the day in bed doing absolutely nothing but catering to every one of Malcolm’s whims and fantasies and one or two of her own. Falling back to sleep for another few hours had been just enough to revitalize her energy.
Malcolm slumbered peacefully, slipping into and out of sleep as he rode one dream after another. The warmth of Cilla’s naked body was holding him hostage in the bed and he had no desire to ever move from that spot. Side by side they shifted back and forth against each other easily. At one point he heard Cilla whisper his name, mumbling incoherently, and he imagined that he’d mumbled back. Unable to decipher what was being said he slipped back to sleep, savoring the sensation of her hands caressing his body.
Cilla leaned up on one elbow, eyeing him from head to toe. He was sporting a healthy length of morning wood, his erection protruding like a steel rod toward the ceiling. The sheets were tangled at his feet as he lay with one foot hanging off the side of the mattress, the other bent against his calve. His breathing was static, just an exhale away from being a snore. Morning stubble blessed his chin and his dark complexion had a hint of sheen from
the warmth in the room. Watching him sleep had quickly become one of her favorite things to do.
She drew her fingertips against his skin, teasing the flesh against his arms, across his torso, down the length of his abdomen. She circled her pinkie in the well of his belly button and smiled as he shifted ever so slightly. She trailed her hand farther down until the length between his legs twitched and jumped. She cupped her hand over him, enjoying the feel of his hardness in her hands as her fingernails lightly grazed his balls. Her smile widened as Malcolm responded by pushing his hips upward against her palm.
Cilla’s eyes suddenly widened, a lightbulb moment shooting a current of electricity across her spine. She reached behind her, pulling open the drawer of her nightstand. She pulled a vibrator from inside and engaged it. The sudden hum pulled Malcolm from a light sleep and he jumped, turning his head toward her abruptly. Before he could say anything she placed the vibrator against his manhood, rolling it along his shaft to the underside of its engorged head. She let the pulsating machine tease the hardened muscle as she began to stroke him with her other hand.
The sensations sweeping through him were overwhelming. Malcolm could feel his orgasm rising with a vengeance, ready to erupt. He moaned, spreading his legs farther apart as she teased and taunted him, jacking him slowly, then faster, then slowly again.
Cilla was completely enamored of his anatomy, marveling at the perfect symmetry of his manhood. His erection was brick hard, the length and width of him full and solid. She loved the strength and power and the mystery of his maleness. She resisted the urge to put her mouth and lips against him, instead wanting to watch as she pleasured him with her hands. She continued to explore him, her nails gently brushing the dark skin as she stroked him easily.
“Oh, God, that feels good,” Malcolm moaned as his hips gently thrust upward. And then Cilla trailed the vibrator lower, pressing it between his butt cheeks.
Malcolm jumped as he grabbed her hand and rolled her quick and fast onto her back, his body hovering above hers. His eyes were wide as he shook his head. “Hey, what are you doing?” he chirped, his voice pitched higher than normal.
Cilla laughed. “No anal action?”
“That’s not funny, woman!”
“Your expression is hilarious. What? Nobody ever play with your stuff back there?”
“No. Not now and not ever!”
Malcolm eased a hand between her legs, trailing his thick fingers over her clit. “Anyone ever play with your stuff back there?”
She gasped, his touch unexpected. She clamped her legs tightly around his hand. Lifting her eyes to his, she gave him a teasing look. Malcolm felt himself harden even more, the blood surging back in his erection.
“Can I play with your stuff back there?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave as he trailed his fingers back in the other direction.
Cilla laughed again. “Oh, you want to do me but I can’t do you?”
Malcolm didn’t answer, instead kissing her neck, gently nibbling and sucking on her skin. Cilla moaned softly as he pulled just the hint of her skin between his lips before releasing it and repeating the motion mere millimeters away. She purred softly as he shifted his body closer to hers. With apt precision he slowly explored her shoulders and her collarbone, his lips leading where his tongue followed. Crawling up onto his knees he continued to assault her skin, relishing the soft, salty sweetness as his hands roamed over her taut stomach and up to her breasts.
He suddenly lifted his head to stare down at her. “Promise me you will never wear clothes to bed with me.”
Cilla met the intense look he was giving her.
“Promise me,” he repeated. “I want to always be able to get to you like this.”
She nodded as he tweaked a nipple between his thumb and forefinger then dropped his mouth back to her chest. He cupped the lush fullness with both hands, letting the nipples slide between his fingers. Her areolae were dark, the nipples looking like chocolate kisses against mocha pudding. His hands alternated between lightly brushing over them and gripping and pinching them. Then he flicked her nipple with his tongue and she gasped, the movement unexpected. She pressed her hand against his head, gently trying to pull him closer to her.
Removing his hands from her breasts Malcolm suddenly rolled her onto her stomach. The gesture surprised her as he slipped an arm around her waist and lifted her up onto her knees. He pressed a palm against the center of her back and pushed her torso forward. The motion rewarded him with a bird’s-eye view of her succulent globes, the round of her ass like two full moons. The muscles rippled as she clenched her backside tightly, a wave of nervous energy sweeping through her.
He trailed his hands up and down her legs, lightly caressing her skin as he explored every muscle and sinew. He pressed his lips to the exposed skin, lightly biting the flesh of one curve and then the other. His hand ventured back between the intersection of her legs as he gently traced her slit with his middle finger. She pushed her sex toward his hand, her moistness coating his fingertips. Cilla moaned lightly, luxuriating in the sensations he was eliciting from her body.
As Malcolm continued a slow, leisurely exploration of her body, Cilla trembled with excitement. His touch was heated, his fingers and hands igniting a raging flame through her. He suddenly eased her over, rolling her back so that she lay flat on the bed. She inhaled swiftly, holding a hot breath.
The first taste was teasing as he dipped his tongue into her navel. Cilla squirmed beneath him. He kissed a slow path toward her most private spot, his lips moist and hot, gliding like silk against her skin. He lifted one leg and then the other over his shoulders, his hands beneath her buttocks as he pulled her toward him. Her unique scent teased his nostrils. She had a neatly manicured landing strip and he’d teased her about it, offering to landscape her pubic bush himself. He trailed his fingers through the slick curls, his touch like the gentlest breeze. Cilla blew a low breath past her thin lips.
Malcolm kissed her ankles and goose bumps blossomed all over her legs. He kissed and licked and trailed his fingers and tongue against her bare skin. He blew warm breath along her inner leg, leaving damp kisses across her knees, trailing his mouth and tongue over her inner thighs. As he drew closer to where her legs met they spread wider.
Warm breath blew like a gentle breeze across her sweet spot. Cilla shivered and the goose bumps that had receded from her skin reappeared. She’d lain still as he’d explored her legs but when he finally pressed his mouth against her sweet spot, she jerked like she had been electrocuted. Malcolm lifted his eyes to hers. She’d risen up on her elbows to stare down at him, wide-eyed excitement on her face. He trailed his tongue across her slit, savoring the taste of her.
He gently sucked the intimate lips into his mouth. He licked her up and down, intentionally avoiding touching her clit, wanting to wait till just the right moment to increase her pleasure. He licked her again, a little more urgently, and she pushed her hips forward, thrusting herself against his mouth. He slowly inserted his tongue through the door of her private place, probing as far as he could. He suddenly felt her hand on the back of his head, pulling him tightly to her. He began to lick in earnest, exploring every inch of her.
Cilla’s breathing was shallow, excitement building as she drew close to her orgasm. And then he trailed his tongue across her clit, rolling the hardened bud between his lips. Malcolm used his lips, tongue, and teeth to stimulate the sensitive button and Cilla bucked hard, grinding against his face. Her climax came abruptly. In an instant she went from grinding wildly against his mouth to every muscle in her body tensed, her body planking as every nerve ending fired heat. She tried to pull herself from him, but Malcolm held her tight, his mouth still clamped over her as his tongue lavished lick after lick against her.
Satisfaction radiated across her face, her hair in a wild halo around her head. Her skin glistened from the perspiration that beaded her brow. Her entire body felt like Jell-O and she found herself unable to lift even a finger to
move. Malcolm licked his way back up her body, kissing his way past her belly button, pausing to kiss each nipple and nuzzle her neck one more time. Cilla was panting, still catching her breath when she realized his cock was still erect, tapping against her sweet spot.
Cilla spread her legs even more to welcome him in. He slowly rubbed the tip of his organ up and down her glistening slit. She encouraged him with her eyes as he pressed himself past her engorged lips, their melding the sweetest intrusion. Malcolm leaned into her, slowly pushing himself inside of her. Her juices dripped over his cock as he thrust himself deeply into her. Cilla threw back her head, her eyes closed, pleasure dancing across her expression.
He held still, watching her face as her body adjusted to his size. He pushed slowly forward, then drew back and pushed forward again. He held her hips, steadying himself as he began to thrust earnestly. Cilla met him stroke for stroke as they fell into an easy rhythm with each other. Their pace increased. The sound of skin slapping skin, grunts and whimpers slipping past parted lips, breathing thick and raspy filled the air.
Malcolm drove into her and moved a hand to her chest, rubbing her nipples until they were hard and puckered. She was hot and tight and as he danced inside her he drew his thumb across her profile, slipping it past her lips into her mouth. Cilla began sucking it, as he plowed harder and harder. She sucked one finger then another into her mouth until she was practically fellating his entire hand. Her muscles suddenly tightened around his dick as she locked her muscular legs around his waist, holding him tight. A scream caught in her throat as her second orgasm hit hard. Her inner lining convulsed over and over again and then his own climax wracked his body. The moment was explosive, each screaming the other’s name.
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