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.
~~~
Lady Justice
Yvette Hines
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.
If you enjoyed the delicious scene with Quinten and Nubia, than you maybe hungry for more. Check below for five more authors blog sites where they are giving you a sex scene to keep your Saturday going and going and going...
Sasch Illyvich
Bridget Midway
Jessa Slade
Diana Ricci
Jae Lynne Davies
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~Yvette
