Free The Blacker the Berry by Lena Matthews Page A

“I…have…another prop I want you to look…at.” Tamara was having a difficult time talking. A first for her.
    Russell’s teeth grazed her skin before he kissed his way up her neck to the soft shell of her ear. “What’s that?” His voice was thick with desire.
    “My bed.”
    “It’s about time. Lead the way.”
    Although she didn’t want to leave the circle of his arms, she didn’t want to fuck him here in her studio when a comfortable bed was only a few feet away. She stepped back and smiled seductively before taking his hand and leading him down the hall.
    Never before had Tamara been grateful for her lack of space, but tonight, the tiny apartment was heaven-sent. She didn’t want to wait a second longer than she had to, to get him in her arms. Once they were in the bedroom, her hands picked up where they’d left off earlier, deep inside his open pants. She cupped his erection as best she could, desperate to feel his rigid length sans clothes. When the tight denim didn’t budge, she growled low in her throat and pulled her hand out. “Off.”
    “Greedy much?” he teased as he dropped onto the bed and pulled off his cowboy boots. Once he was barefooted, he stood and moved his hands to his hips, pushing at the waistband of his jeans, until they slid down his lean hips. Tamara took a step back to enjoy the view of the very muscular man standing before her dressed only in his boxers and a wicked seductive smile. Right now, Tamara would have given her right arm for her camera, especially when her gaze ran across the very large bulge in his boxer briefs.
    She could feel his heated gaze on her as he kicked off his pants, but hers was fixated on the one area still covered. “Maybe I’m not the one who should be warned about being ad-dick-ted.” His cocky words brought her gaze up.
    “You think you have what it takes?”
    He cocked a brow as he pushed his underwear down and off. Unable to resist the draw, Tamara lowered her gaze once more, taking in her first view of his thick stalk. “Oh.” The word came out more like a whisper than an exclamation.
    “I think I might.”
    She blinked up at him, realizing he was answering her earlier challenge. This war of words was too much for her brain right now. She needed him, now. Grasping the hem of her shirt, she pulled it over her head and stood proudly before him. A size 6 she wasn’t—heck, she wasn’t even a size 12—but she wasn’t going to cower and hide her full frame. If Russell was going to make love with her, then he needed to see exactly what treasure he was about to delve into. From the way his eyes smoldered, she could tell he wasn’t disappointed by what he saw, and if she had any doubts, they were quickly squashed by his next words.
    “Beautiful.” Russell moved closer to her and lowered his head to the full crest of an exposed breast and lightly ran his lips over bared flesh, as he worked his hands quickly behind her back to unbuckle her bra. He paused long enough to mutter, “Let me help.”
    Under his masterful ministrations the bra quickly came undone and soon hit the floor. Her breasts weren’t bare for long, though. Russell wasted no time cupping her full, heavy mounds in his hands. Her nipples hardened under his touch, something he ardently took in as he looked on with pride.
    Tamara closed her eyes and leaned into his touch. “Who would have thought you were a breast man?”
    Smiling, Russell moved his hands down and around to her ass to give it a good squeeze. “I’m an everything man.”
    “Then I guess it’s good for you that I have a lot of everything to offer you.”
    “Damn straight and there’s no time like the present.” As he talked, Russell reached down and unfastened her shorts, lowering her zipper. Hooking his fingers into the cloth, he pulled the denim down her legs, bringing her cotton panties along for the ride. When they puddled around her ankles, she kicked them, along with her panties, off her feet.
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