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So it was strange to feel the rush of desire that surged through me when he kissed me now. Maybe it was sitting in his lap while he held on to me like he’d never let me go again. Or maybe I’d missed him so much. I don’t know. I just know one moment, I wanted to comfort him, the next, I’d wrapped by arms around his neck and I was eagerly returning his kiss, conscious of a mounting need to feel his cock inside me.
His lips were warm and sweet against mine. He kissed me slowly, as if savoring the taste and feel of my mouth. With a gentle tenderness that took my breath away, he encouraged me to part my lips. When I did, I felt his tongue, warm and moist, searching for mine.
I leaned into him and he deepened the kiss. Within moments, I could feel him hardening under my buns. When I felt his big hands brushing against my breasts, I shivered and dragged my mouth away from his. I pressed my face against his shoulder, aware I’d already reached the point where I was ready to slam my pussy down onto his hard dick.
Just as Steve always did, he lifted my face and looked up at me, asking for permission to continue. “Honey…?”
My mind screamed that I needed to stop this now, but I felt limp and needy. I wanted, I needed to be made love to. I needed to feel a cock inside my aching, empty pussy. And who better to fill that need than Jake, the man who’d always been sweet and gentle and who’d called me “honey” from day one?
“Yes,” I whispered and lowered my face for his kiss.
He lifted me in his arms and carried me upstairs to his bedroom. Once there, he undressed me slowly, kissing each part of my dark body he exposed. He lingered a long time over my breasts, sucking and licking me until I felt my pussy dripping and my body shaking with cock lust.
When he undressed, a fresh surge of dampness oozed from my body as I stared at him. He had an absolutely beautiful body with broad shoulders, flat abs, narrow hips, and a surprisingly large cock with a thick, pink head. He slipped between my parted thighs, rubbed his dick against my pussy, against my clit, and then finally, slowly, he pushed the enormous head into my aching, hungry twat. It had been so long and I was so horny that I moaned, shuddered, and came when he bottomed out in me.
“Oh!! Oh, God! Jake! Jake! Please! Oh, more! More!”
The feel of his big dick moving inside me in slow, measured strokes was mind-numbing. As I lay on my back, I lifted my head and looked down our bodies. The sight of his pale, thick cock sinking balls deep into my dark pussy was enough to send me to the brink of another orgasm. I fell back against the bed, pushing my hips up to meet his downward thrusts, loving the feel of his hot meat cleaving through my wet twat.
“Please! Jake, please. I’m almost there again! Please!”
He suddenly cupped my bottom in his big hands, lifted my hips, and ground his down against mine. Then he thrust his hard length deep in me at the same time his hot devouring mouth found that sensitive spot below my left ear.
I moaned and shuddered and sobbed with delight and shattered into a million pieces as my body was flooded with delicious wave after wave of blistering pleasure. He stopped to soothe me before following me over the edge into pure paradise, pumping my unprotected pussy full of cum.
Afterward, he held me in his arms, kissing me gently, and cupping my breasts in his warm, caressing palms. I loved having my breasts held and my nipples tweaked. And I liked to be talked to after sex.
“Honey? Are you all right?”
I felt safe, loved, and happy. I rubbed my body against his and smiled when he shuddered in response. “I’m…fine.”
He pressed a tender kiss against my forehead. “Did I…please you, honey?”
“Yes. Oh, yes, Jake! Yes!”
He sighed and hugged me against him. I fell asleep feeling warm and content for the first time since Steve’s death.
He woke me in the night, wanting me again. “Honey?”
I felt him hard and throbbing against my leg and a jolt of desire shot through me. I turned willingly into his arms and moaned when he slid into me with a slow steady movement that left me gasping with wanting him.
“Oh, honey, you’re so sweet.” He rained soft, heated kisses on my breasts. His hot hands were everywhere: stroking my breasts, my thighs, cupping and massaging my rump, rubbing my clit.
My body burned everywhere he touched it. I found myself wanting him as much as I’d wanted Steve. “Jake…” I gasped. “Jake…oh, Jake!”
“Honey, you feel so good. You smell so good. I need this. I need you. Oh, honey. Honey.”
His whispered words of delight fueled my passion and hunger for him. I clung to him and we kept at each other until, exhausted and sexually sated, we fell asleep in a tangle of arms and legs, his slowly deflating dick still in my pussy.
In the morning, I couldn’t believe what I’d done. Steve was barely cold in his grave and there I was jumping in bed with his partner. His white partner.
“Honey…about last night…I don’t want you to think that I…I…” He ran a hand through his dark hair and looked at me with a helpless look in his eyes.
I stared at him, wondering why I’d never noticed how blue his eyes were or how handsome he was. I shrugged with a nonchalance I didn’t feel. Having him call me honey reminded me of the night before, when he’d groaned the word in my ear as he’d repeatedly plunged into me like an out-of-control jackhammer. And I’d happily accepted and welcomed him in my arms and deep into my body.
“Last night was something we both needed,” I said as we shared coffee in the kitchen the next morning. “It was…therapeutic. We don’t need to apologize for it or analyze it to death. We needed it and it happened.”
He sighed, leaning against the counter. “Honey…”
