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He took his time walking back to her. The urge to run back and lift her against him a physical throb. Her breathing increased as he got closer, the pulse in her neck a fast beat. Threading their fingers together, he brought her into his arms and moved to the rhythm of “It Won’t Stop” by Sevyn Streeter coming through the speakers.
“Last time things were rushed.” He brought their entangled hands to his chest. The other slid from her shoulders down the curve of her back to rest right above her round behind. “I don’t want to rush tonight.”
Angela’s eyes warmed to dark pools he wanted to drown in. Her hand gripped the back of his shirt and she nodded quickly. They danced slowly, their bodies swaying to the beat. Her tantalizing breasts brushed against his chest. Thighs that he’d barely gotten to appreciate previously bumped into his. The tension of his arousal grew until Isaiah thought his body, one part in particular, might explode.
His fingers found the zipper to her dress and eased it down. Angela’s breath hitched and she met his eyes. He rested his hands on her shoulders, then pushed the dress down. With a slight shimmy, the material fell to the floor.
Angela kicked the dress aside, then brought all her luscious curves back to his arms. He ran his hands up and down her sides, committing the lines of her body and smooth skin to memory. She tugged on the bow tie. The pressure of the accessory released, and she tossed it aside. Then, slowly, she unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Soft lips kissed his chest, light as a feather but causing a rumble strong enough to weaken his knees. He gripped her hips, forced her closer. Slow. He was going slow. The tip of Angela’s tongue flicked his nipple. He gasped. To hell with going slow. Every touch of her tongue was answered with a pulse of his dick.
He unhooked her bra. Were his fingers trembling? He didn’t care. The bra was gone and he held the weight of her breasts in his hands, ran his thumbs over the hard tips, relished in her low moan and the way her back arched. He had to taste her. A tug on his waistband, then Angela had his pants unfastened. Her hand slipped into his boxers and wrapped around him.
He sucked in air through clenched teeth. Her lips were back on his chest while her hands brought him to every level of heaven imaginable. If she didn’t stop, he’d embarrass himself.
Lowering to his knees, Isaiah slipped her panties down at the same time. Her cute little belly button called to him. The scent of her arousal made his mouth water. His erection harder. He kissed her stomach and ran his fingers through the slick heat of her sex. Angela cried out softly. Her hand clutched his shoulder. He couldn’t hold back, leaned in, and tasted her sweetness. Angela gripped the back of his head and moaned softly. The taste and feel of her as something he’d never forget.
He kissed her intimately until her legs trembled, and her breath became short gasps. Isaiah stood, lifted her nearly limp body, and placed her gently on his bed. He grabbed protection from the nightstand, covered himself, then covered her beautiful body with his. As he slid into her, his entire body shuddered from the pleasure. He could stay there all night, forever. Like an explorer who’d discovered a hidden treasure, excitement, satisfaction and intense happiness flowed through him. Keeping pace with the love songs playing in the room, he made love to her slowly. Rhythmically. Her moans—so soft and feminine—were driving him wild. Deeper, harder, more. The words pounded with his pulse. His control was slipping. Sliding a hand between them, he teased her pearl. Angela’s head pressed into the mattress, her body squeezing him tight. The shudder of her orgasm was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and pushed him over the edge.
He wanted to collapse on top of her after, but rolled over onto his back. Angela snuggled up against his side and he held her close. He must have dozed because he jerked awake minutes later. Angela lifted her head and her lips curled in a small smile.
“It’s getting late. I should go home.” She sounded as disappointed as he felt.
“Give me a second and I’ll take you.” He dragged himself out of the bed and into the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, she was still in the bed. Isaiah slipped between the sheets and Angela moved on top of him.
