I want you now.â She stretched out a hand to open the drawer of the bedside table, where sheâd stashed a brand new package of condoms.
He raised his head, studied her face, then glanced at the box sheâd pulled from the drawer. âWhat happened to foreplay?â
âWeâll do that later.â
âThank you, God.â Deftly he sheathed himself, then kneeled between her spread legs.
She gazed up at him, dark and powerful, muscular and gorgeous, that thick erection all hers. Their first time. Another woman might have wanted it tender and romantic, but tender wasnât the way she felt right now. She wanted him; he wanted her; they belonged together. It was that simple, that primal.
âKiss me,â she demanded.
When he moved forward to comply, she reached between their bodies to grasp his penis. It jerked in her hand and she firmed her grip.
As Jamalâs lips took hers in a fiery kiss, she eased the tip of his erection between her damp folds, guiding him inside her. She gasped with shockâit had been so long since sheâd felt a man enter her, and he was so bigâand with pleasure as her sensitive flesh responded to his touch.
He thrust in and out in small movements, working his way deeper as her body loosened to accommodate him. Had anything ever felt so good? The sensations, combined with the fact that this was Jamal, had her wrapping her arms around him, holding him like she never wanted to let him go.
Their kiss was frantic now, a mix of tongue thrusts, nips, and moans. Much of her attention was focused elsewhere, on the quick, irresistible build of arousal that intensified with his every thrust. Sexual tension and need coiled, a tightly wound spring that begged for release.
âFaster,â she panted. âJamal, Iâm so close and I needââ
She broke off as he obeyed her command, driving into her. If sheâd been a smaller, less strong woman, his thrusts might have hurt. As it was, she rose eagerly to meet them, reaching down to grab the taut curves of his butt and urge him even deeper.
Tilting her hips to increase the pressure of his shaft against her aching clit, she said, âOh yes! There, like that. More! Oh God, Jamal, thatâsââ And she cried out with the pure, sharp pleasure of orgasm as he took her over the edge in a fierce crash, followed by throbbing waves of aftershock.
Sheâd barely started to breathe again when his hips jerked harder, he groaned, and his climax poured into her. His sharp thrusts crashed her into another orgasm of her own.
Vaguely, she was aware of her heart beating like sheâd raced up ten flights of stairs. Of Jamal collapsing in slow-mo on top of her. They lay, sealed together by sweat, chests heaving.
Finally he blew out a noisy sigh and managed to roll off to lie beside her.
She lay flat, arms and legs flung out, limp and used up. Grinning with utter satisfaction. How perfect was that, for a first-time memory?
Jamal reached for her hand and gave a throaty chuckle. âGuess Iâm better at taking orders than I thought I was.â
She turned her head on the pillow and gazed at him. Naked and gorgeous, he looked as used up as she felt. âDid it bother you, me telling you what I needed?â
âHell no. I like it. Itâs better than trying to guess what you want.â
âYou, Jamal Estevez. Thatâs what I want.â
His eyes twinkled with humor. âAgain? Now? Iâm a littleââ
âIdiot. You know what I mean.â
âOh.â The humor faded as comprehension dawned. âWell, uh, yeah. Thatâs . . . good.â He shoved himself off the bed and headed toward the bathroom.
She rolled her eyes. His communication skills definitely needed work. His sex skills, though, were outstanding. Stretching luxuriously, she ogled his rear view, noting another scar but mostly just appreciating all those firm muscles flexing.
When Jamal
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations