Free The Blacker the Berry by Lena Matthews Page B

free of her clothing, she sat on her bed and scooted back until she was leaning against the headboard. She crooked her finger at him and gestured for him to come to her.
    “I have a better idea.” Russell climbed up on the bed, grabbed her legs, and pulled until she was lying on her back. Laughing, Tamara tried to sit up, but was waylaid by Russell, who pressed her back down. “Where are you going? Stay still.”
    “Damn, you’re bossy.”
    “And you love it.” Before she could utter another comeback, Russell parted her legs, kneeling between them. He moved his hands down her body slowly, caressing her heated flesh as if he was familiarizing himself with every inch of her body. It wasn’t a smooth downward motion, because she had curves, but he didn’t seem to mind at all. When he came to the apex of her legs, he pressed her thighs farther apart and lowered his mouth to the juncture of her sex. Then slowly began to show her that his mouth wasn’t good for just quips.
    Much to Tamara’s orgasmic delight, he teased and lapped at her pussy as if it was the last supper. His talented tongue quickly had her body trembling and her pussy aching to be filled with his shaft. Tamara arched her back and gasped. Damn, he was good at getting in the last word.
    With a guttural groan, she buried her fingers in his silky straight hair and tried to bring him closer to her overheated sex. She wanted to come so bad, she could taste it. “Please,” she begged, out of her body with pleasure. “Please.”
    And just like that, he answered her prayer, sucking hard on her sensitive clit. She came, screaming his name, from an intense orgasm that wrung her out. Whimpering, she released her death grip on his hair and tried grabbing the quilt instead. She held on with all her might as her body rocked with aftershocks. “That was…amazing.”
    “Just wait, baby, we’re just getting started,” he said, as he moved off the bed.
    “God.” If this was just the appetizer, Tamara wasn’t sure if she had room for the whole damned meal.

    This wasn’t what he’d been expecting when he’d hesitated to knock on her door just an hour or so ago. Not that he was complaining. After the brief taste he had of her, he wasn’t willing to leave tonight until he had his full measure. And thankfully, she seemed to feel the same way.
    As he slipped his bottoms to the floor, Tamara watched him with hungry eyes. Her intense stare only added fuel to his desire. Russell couldn’t remember the last time someone had looked at him with so much naked passion. It fed his ego, making him feel as if he could soar. Russell couldn’t wait to sink his cock deep within her pussy. Of course, thinking of fucking her brought home a very real fact. He didn’t have a condom. He never had sex without one, so either they were about to be real creative or real unhappy. “I didn’t bring anything.”
    Instead of disappointment marring her face, Tamara sat up with a grin. And opened her nightstand drawer. “No worries. I have some in the drawer.” It took only a few seconds to find the box of condoms and dig one out. When she handed it to Russell, he stared down at the shiny black wrapper with a mixture of relief and jealousy. A look that wasn’t lost on Tamara. “What?”
    “I’m torn here.” Russell took the condom from her hand and ripped into the foil. “Don’t know whether to be pleased or irked.”
    Licking her lips, Tamara slipped her hands between her thighs and boldly caressed herself. “You better make up your mind, before I finish without you.”
    The hell she would. “Oh, I don’t think so.” His eyes heated with desire as he sheathed his cock and moved onto the bed next to her. “This is my ride, sweetheart; I decide when and how you come.”
    “Says who?”
    “Me.” Settling himself between her thighs, Russell took his cock in hand and brushed it against her hot center. As much as he would have liked to sink balls-deep inside her chocolate