Flowers and cherries. It was a strange but titillating scent to awaken to. Quentin wasn’t sure if he was dreaming or what, but the scent seemed to envelop him. It was everywhere making his mind conjure up images of a warm willing woman with supple curves. His cock leaped to attention as he fantasized about that woman being in his bed, in his arms where he could touch her. He didn’t want to awaken from the dream, but something was pulling at the edges of his mind.
When he felt something move against him, he opened his eyes. In the pre-dawn light he noticed the long brown and gold strands of hair covering the pillow before him. He was also aware of a warm body snuggled deeper under the covers pressing a lush ass back against him. Nubia. Pillows gone.
“Wake up, Nubia,” he whispered. “I need you to get out of my bed.” If he didn’t get her out of his bed soon he wouldn’t be responsible for whatever came next.
“I can’t.” She wiggled her hips against him.
“Why?” Was she playing some game? It was almost morning, she still couldn’t be scared.
“Because you’re holding me.” Taking an assessment of his body and all its parts, he realized she was correct. Both of his arms were curled around her. One against her stomach, the other cupping her breast and his top leg was thrown over both of hers imprisoning her body. He didn’t give but a second thought to the fact that his shaft was cushioned against her lower back.
Slowly he released her.
He was caught off guard when Nubia turned her body toward him. In the soft light, he couldn’t help but be pulled in by her sexy hazel eyes. It was the way she looked at him with sincere trust. A man could get addicted to those kinds of looks. They made him envision her on her knees before him, or over a bench. The desire to see her restrained and at his will called to his primitive and dominate nature.
“Nubia, I warned you to get out.” He shook, not with fear, but restricted passion.
“But, I’m where I want to be, Quentin.” Her hands slid up his chest and around his neck until they were buried in the hair at the nape of his neck. “I want you.” She pressed her body against his. The scent of cherries, flowers and aroused woman arrested his mind and summoned his body.
He refused to deny either of them.
Capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss he rolled forward and pinned her beneath his length. Taking control of the moment, he gave himself permission to show her, his strength, his passion.
As his tongue entered her mouth, he recalled the first and last time he’d kissed her. In the woods hours after midnight. He’d escorted her to the bathroom, on the way back she had tripped and he’d caught her. The kiss happened without either of them knowing who initiated it, but when it ended doubts and guilt had flooded his mind. He’d escorted her back to the tent she shared with her sister and stayed far away from her.
Now as their tongues circled and stroked each other, he regretted every day that he missed out on kissing her. Right now, he didn’t care who still owned her heart. He didn’t care about wrong or right. He only thought about one thing, getting inside of Nubia. Feeling her wet pussy flex around him and suck him deeper inside of her.
Leaving her mouth, he licked her chin as he lowered himself to her breast as he fisted her shirt, lifting it above her breasts. He paused for a second to take in the beauty of her skin, the beguiling complexion of her cocoa butter breasts with their cinnamon painted areoles. Leaning down he stroked one with his tongue feeling it bead up as he listened to her moan.
He circled the stiff peak and felt her body come alive underneath him as she wiggled her hips against his own. Palming her ass as he suckled her nipple and gyrated his hard length against her sex.
“Please, Quentin,” she whimpered, pulling his shirt up and running her hands over his chest.
Hearing her call out to him, turned his already flaming blood into hot lava. Releasing her nipple, he took hold of the material of her panties and shoved them down her legs and tossed them over his shoulder not caring where they went. His own underwear went next, then his shirt. Stroking the length of her smooth legs, he cupped her sex and ensured himself that she was ready for him.
Wet and pouty, the bare lips of her sex welcomed his fingers. Caressing her, he brushed her distended clit and felt her arch into his hand. He continued to fondle her sex, slipping his fingers into her heat. Locating the small bundle of nerves inside her walls, he stroked it until she was shaking underneath him. Her climax struck and forced her body into a quivering mass.
Her bliss was lovely. He watched her until her tremors came more infrequently and her breathing slowed.
“Tell me you want me, Nubia,” he demanded, levering himself above her. His gaze roamed her face and held her eyes.“I want you.” She placed her hands on the side of his face and allowing him to see the truth of her words.
I/R BDSM Erotic Romance (White Male/Korean and Black Female)
Nubia Swanson is tired of waiting for Quentin Randolph to come to his senses and love her. Supposedly, fired from her job, Nubia shows up to stay with her sister, Quentin’s temporary roommate and sets her plans in motion. She knows all about Quentin’s dark secrets and she’s going to get him to see her as woman enough to take his whip and not as his best friend’s little sister. When she discovers Quentin is harboring years of pain behind his indifferent façade, she struggles to figure out how to tear down the wall.
Quentin has wanted Nubia for years, but a friend got to her first. Even worse he allowed his friend to get killed when he should have been protecting his back. Over the months he’s managed to hide behind his job, guilt and a dark world of pleasure. When Nubia shows up in all areas of his life begging for him to take her and make her his own. He starts running, but every direction he turns leads to her.
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