“Then he was an inconsiderate son-of-a-bitch who didn’t give a damn about you. There is no such thing as not being able to stop.” His expression softened, and he leaned over to kiss her mouth and speak to her in a hushed, intimate whisper.
“I may not want to stop because it feels so fucking good being inside your body. But I don’t want a one-time pleasure to end what could be a lifetime of more pleasure that you will give me along with your trust to respect you and your body.”
“Shirou,” she mouthed his name against his kiss. More tears fell, but there was no sadness in her eyes, just unspoken amazement that in a few hours she had found in this one man in such a short time all the things she’d spent a lifetime searching for in one sexual partner after another.
“No matter how far we go from this night on, you have my utmost respect, Zola. I feel humbled that you would share yourself with me. I’m not usually the first choice for most women.” He grinned sheepishly. “At least not until they discover who I am, and then there is always this nagging doubt as to why they are with me.”
“I didn’t know who you were. I just knew I wanted you,” Zola admitted aloud. “Even if it was for a hot minute in an airport bathroom, I wanted to have sex with you.”
“With any luck on my part, I hope your desire for my hot little body turns into something more substantial,” he teased.
She moved against him. “I don’t know.” She laughed softly. “It’s feeling very substantial to me right now.”
Encouraged, his fingers worked at her anus again while his cock worked her pussy and his lips stole her breath away. He continued until another orgasm relaxed her body completely once more.
While she lay there floating in ecstasy, she barely moaned when he pulled back to watch while he held his cock poised at her asshole and gingerly bumped against the opening, entering little by little. He shouldered her weighty thighs over his shoulders, opening her up more to his invasion.
She moaned and he crooned soft, loving words to her, stroking her calves, flank, and ass, massaging and squeezing as he pushed past the sphincter.
“Relax...breathe...breathe...yeah, sweetheart...just like that...”
Shirou moaned his pleasure and the sound was such a turn-on, she felt relaxed enough for him to glide in deeper. It felt as if her ass was on fire, but she also felt like she was on the edge of coming again just from his entering her. She didn’t want to stop now that she was close to something she felt had enough power to either make her stronger or kill her.
“Oh. Yeah, boy...shit...it hurts like a motherfucker.” Zola hissed and blew out several short puffs. Her thighs quivered. “No...no! Don’t stop!” she yelled at him when he hesitated.
“Starting to feel good?” Shirou asked between clenched teeth.
She nodded in rapid concessions. Her nails bit into his thigh where her hands rested, giving him clues to ease or rest a moment until her untried muscles adjusted to the girth of his penetration.
Zola forgot all about her burning ass when his fingers inside her vagina found and massaged her spot.
“Ahh, there we go,” he loudly sighed in relief. “I can already feel the difference in the lubrication inside your ass. If you got any tighter on my cock, I was going to blow my load right in your ass before I got in there good.”
She could only mewl a response. Her mouth was wide open and she was sure she was drooling from the corner of her mouth, but her entire body felt like it was about to orgasm from every orifice.
“Oh damn...yeah, baby...you’re feeling so fucking hot.” He moaned. “Let me go a little bit deeper. Oh yeah, that’s it. Take this big, hard cock up that fine ass of yours.” He slapped and squeezed her ass cheek.
“Ah!” Zola cried out in shock and surprise as ripples of pleasure shot through her. “Again,” she ordered.
“You like that, huh?” He slapped her ass in hard, rapid succession.
“OH GOD!” She bit down on her bottom lip to keep from screaming her pleasure. She moved beneath him, drawing his cock in deeper, and in response to her generosity, Shirou’s hand worked against her G-spot faster.
“Tell me who this pussy and ass belong to, Zoë,” he commanded and slapped her ass again. When she didn’t say anything, she felt his cock slowly withdrawing and her nails bit into his thighs.
“No!” She yelled. “You....it...it’s your ass and pussy, Shin.”
He gifted her by pushing back in again and she moaned her relief. She was so close to shattering into a million pieces. If he stopped now, she would die from lack of coming. Silliness was setting in when she briefly wondered if women could get “blue clit?” A giggle escaped her tight, dry throat, and it sounded as if madness was settling in. She was going to be admitted to the mental ward. They would call her parents and tell them she went crazy from too much outstanding sex.
“Open your eyes and look at me, Zola.”
She moved her hips against him and whimpered when she felt his cock easing from her again and his fingers slowing.
“Fuck, Shin! Stop playing!”
“Look at me,” he ordered again.
She opened her eyes. His face was drenched in sweat and his hair was wetly matted to his head. She could see the effort it was taking him to initiate her into anal love, and her heart swelled with adoration for him.
“I will call you when I prepare to leave Washington. I want to see you again.”
“Shin,” she whimpered, trying to encourage him to continue. “I’m so close...please...”
“No more until you look me in the eye and tell me you want to see me again,” he said with hard determination.
“You...you know I do.”
“I want to hear you say it,” he barked and pushed in and out in agonizingly slow movements. She wanted to scream her frustration at him. His fingers had practically stopped moving inside her in that come-hither motion altogether.
“Are you trying to kill me? Shirou, please,” she begged. “Fuck me. Make me come.”
“Tell me I’m not just a one-night-fuck for you.”
“Shin. Oh!” His cock slid back in deeper... shallow... deeper... shallow, and his fingers restarted the speedy pace that set her teeth on edge. She was going to come.
“Tell me, Zola,” he grounded out. “Tell me you want it all from me.”
“Shirou, don’t,” she gasped.
He picked up his pace. His breathing was coming in loud grunts and groans of strained pleasure. “Let me fall madly in love with you, Zola. I know I’m a geek, but I promise to give you more orgasms than you can handle.”
Her face softened in complete surrender. How could she turn down such an offer? “I will give it a shot, but you fuck up...one time, it’s over,” she choked out.
The delighted satisfaction she saw on his handsome face was almost comical with his glasses balancing precariously on the tip of his perfect nose. She reached up, removed them, and set them aside on the sofa. He squinted. She reached up again, cupped his sweaty face, and drew it close to hers. Her knees were practically to her ears from the position but she didn’t care, for it opened her ass to him and she felt like she was about to be torn asunder.
It was all she needed for that orgasm that taunted the fuck out of her to blossom and spew all her orgasmic juices in the most unbelievable mind-blowing, full-body orgasm she’d ever experienced. She threw her head back and screamed while bucking, convulsing, and tightening rhythmically on his cock in her ass and his fingers in her pussy. Zola lingered between what had to be Heaven and life.
Chapter Eight
She managed to get her arms out of their current awkward position to snake around and hold him to her. His weight was the only thing keeping her from tumbling off the sofa to the carpeted floor. Both of them were going to have all kinds of carpet burns, bruising, and soreness tomorrow. Her ass was never going to be the same, and if she was able to walk after this or pick up a damn phone to make those calls, it would be by the sheer grace of God.
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few hazy minutes later, Shirou’s soft penis slipped out of her with a gush of warm wetness, and she was thankful her robe was beneath her and the hotel sofa was leather. With adoring ease, Shirou guided her aching legs from his shoulders and placed her feet back on the floor.
Ever so tenderly, he fingered her sweated, frizzed hair off her damp forehead. She’d burned off that meal on the plane a long time ago, and she was starving. She feared if she mentioned the word “hunger” it would lead to another bout of hungry sex and, for the first time, she had to concede she had met her sexual match. There was no way she could go at it again.
“Don’t forget your promise. I know we live in different cities. It’s one of the things we’ll have to work out in order to spend more time together, but I know whatever decisions we make will be worth it.”
His mouth touched hers in one kiss after another. How was it possible he made her feel even more precious to him than she had minutes ago, when she felt completely adored? Shirou Tsubasa was in a class all by himself.
“We’ll see how it goes.” She smiled up at him. She felt sated and accommodating. “I love how you make me feel. So I do want to see where we go from here.”
“It’s only the beginning,” was his simple promise. “I never have wanted anything—with the exception of the success of my research—more than wanting to know you better. When I set my mind to something, I make it happen. It will happen for us.”
“There will be opposition from family, friends, coworkers...” she reminded him realistically. “Even fucking strangers will feel they have the right to say something about our choosing to be together...especially since you’re known to be a hot, eligible catch at NASA.”
“I’m sure you are considered a hot catch too.”
She stroked away the frown that appeared between his dark and exotic eyes. “Well, I know I’m considered a ‘hot piece’ around the office because people always assume the worst about successful black women.”
“I find most people to be idiots and usually prefer the company of my computer to live insincerity from others who see me as a means to getting ahead or making the right connections,” Shirou confided.
“Well, you don’t have to worry about me using your name to get ahead in the company.” She thumbed his bottom lip. “Until we know for sure there’s more to it than the sex...we keep ‘us’ to ourselves for now.”
He nodded. “I don’t like it, but I’m realistic enough to know what is at stake here for you. I won’t rush you,” he assured Zola. “I know you’ve had to work hard to garner professional courtesy in this company, Zola. The last thing I want to do is make you regret giving me the opportunity to appreciate you more.”
“Well, I’m not appreciating the fact we’re both stinkin’ up my room.” She made a face and waved a hand in front of her nose.
Reluctantly, he rose to his feet and helped her up on hers. “Come on, I’ll wash your back in the shower.”
“Oh, HELL NO!” Zola steered him toward the doors that connected their rooms. “I was going to shower earlier. Now my ass needs to soak in a tub of very warm water for a little while.”
Shirou smiled and chuckled, stopping short of unlocking his door. “You were exceptional, I must say.”
“I’m glad you think so.” She took the card key out of his back pocket and slid it into the slot of the door that opened into his room. He pushed it open and lingered, looking down at her. “What?” she asked.
“Thank you.”
“For?”
“Everything. For making the first move. For not writing me off as an Asian man with a tiny penis,” he grinned. “For sharing your wonderful body with me.”
He eyed her with appreciation that would have made her blush if she wasn’t far beyond the ability to do so at this point.
“Most of all, thank you for trusting me. I know how difficult it is for you because of previous experiences. I’m happy you realized just because I was born a man, I am not the man or men who hurt you.”
“Shirou, I trust you won’t make me fall in love with you unless you’re serious.” She stared up at him.
He leaned in, tipped her chin up, and kissed her. Pulling away, his eyes glittered with emotion as he spoke in a tone full of sincerity. “I already know I’m serious about you, Zola. I guess you hold your happiness and mine in your hands. I will even go ahead and say I have fallen in love with you first just so when you feel it, you won’t have to wait until I say it first before you can tell me how you feel.”
“Shin,” she breathed. “I don’t know what to say.”
“There is nothing to say.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I trust you, and I'm asking you not to have sex with me again unless you are serious about turning this amazing sex into a fulfilling, loving, healthy relationship amongst equals that hopefully lasts for the rest of our lives.”
“We can never be equals unless I buy a ‘strap on’ and fuck you in your ass, mister,” she teased.
“Okay, you can buy it, but I get to choose the size,” he said with a wink and laughed. Tapping a finger to her nose, he said, “Close your beautiful mouth before I stick something that is growing very interested by the minute in it.”
She followed his gaze to his crotch and clamped her mouth shut. “Again? So soon?”
He smirked and laughingly said, “You take your bath. I’ll take a quick shower and change. Then how about I order a pizza to be sent up and start on the calls. Are you hungry? I’m starving. You want more champagne? Tea or soda pop? I like everything but anchovies and green olives. What about you?”
Not much shocked her anymore, but she was surprised, intrigued, and a bit excited by the prospect of him being interested in such a taboo subject amongst most men who thought their manhood was being put to question with the talk of anything other than doggie style and the missionary position.
“Hold up a minute,” she called on his heels as he sauntered away into the matching suite. “You can’t just walk away after making such a statement?”
He stopped. Turned and asked, “What? You want green olives? Anchovies or both? I can put it on half of it? How about that?”
“No, I’m talking about the other thing.” she knew she was grinning like an idiot and lo and behold, she felt her cheeks growing warm under his intent gaze. “Were you serious about the...strap-on?” Why did she whisper the last part? After all they’d done. She asked her question again a little louder.
“I heard you the first time.” A smile twitched at the corner of his mouth.
“You do know what a ‘strap-on’ is for...right? The one that women usually wear to…you know… poke another woman?” Both her eyebrows were nearly up to her hairline, and she could feel her eyes were probably as big as saucers. She cleared her voice and blinked rapidly to regain her composure.
“You really like the idea of strapping on a cock and fucking me, don’t you?” His eyes narrowed. “You have the nerve to call me a freak.”
“When did I say such a thing?” She gave him her most innocent look.
“You know when.” He grinned. “I advise you to get back into your own room if you want that alone time you asked for in the bathtub.” He eyed her disheveled appearance from head to toe in that sexy manner that set her blood racing.
“You know you need to quit looking at me like that,” Zola chastised in a huskily low voice. Her tongue snaked out to moisten her suddenly dry lips.
“How can I take my eyes off of you when you’re such a beautiful and sexy, greedy noir furor uternius?”
“What the hell is that?”
“Dark nymphomaniac” He grinned and crossed his arms over his chest with his legs slightly parted.
She laughed out loud. “If it wasn’t fitting with my behavior today,” she sheepishly admitted, “I would feel compelled to kick your ass.”
“You would try.”
“I have FBI training.” She stood toe to toe with him, giving him her best intimidating stare.
“I had private les
sons getting my skinny ass kicked by bullies on the beach of Waikiki, so I only know how to fight dirty,” he challenged.
Before she could come back with some snappy retort, his hand shot out and cuffed the back of her neck, drawing her flush against his wicked hardness.
Zola’s pulse felt like a freight train tearing through her body. His lips were so close, they fanned across her mouth. They both were funky with old sex and she was hurting and sore all over, but she still was up for another go.
“You’re full of surprises.”
“And your phone is ringing,” he whispered.
“Huh?”
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