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She looked down to undo his pants, the distinct bulge of his groin flooding her with warmth while quiet terror left her quaking inside.
His breath hissed as her fingertips scraped the bared skin above his pants. A hiss that grew harder—along with his cock—when she tentatively brushed his bulging erection.
“You’re killing me,” he said hoarsely.
Her nerves jumped and she dropped her arms back to her sides. “Am I doing something wrong?”
He exhaled slowly. “No. You’re doing everything right.” He reached for her. “Come here.”
She stepped closer and he brushed his big, capable hands over her shoulders and down her back, stopping at her bra clasp. “Allow me,” he said, then unfastened her bra to free her breasts.
Despite the fact he’d seen her nude once before, sudden shyness overwhelmed her and it took everything she had not to cover herself with her hands. She mightn’t be small but she certainly wasn’t bountiful in the breast department. Yet the moment his eyes lit up with appreciation all her reserve melted away.
“Exquisite,” he breathed.
It gave her the confidence needed to reach for the button and zipper on his pants once again. This time she managed to undo them before she pulled his pants over his hips and past his knees. Though he wore snug boxer briefs, the close-up, tantalizing view of his erection left her too weak to do anything but stare.
Jamal chuckled and clasped her hands to draw her back upright. “I’ll be more careful this time, I promise.” His breath touched her ear, sending goosebumps to her core even before he added, “Soon enough your body will accept mine. We were made for one another.”
His reassurance heightened her awareness of him. Reminded her how big, powerful and experienced he was compared to her far smaller stature and naïve innocence.
He toed off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, and they faced one another in nothing but their underpants. It took every ounce of her courage to hook her thumbs into her little silk panties and draw them down, exposing her entire body to his heated gaze.
A pulse jerked into life at one side of his jaw as he followed suit and drew off his boxer briefs, his cock springing free, impressively big and hard.
It wasn’t until a whimper of something between need and denial built in her throat and escaped, that he cupped her face and bent to kiss her once again. His soft lips pillowed hers while his unyielding mouth grew even more demanding, his cock twitching against her belly.
When he eventually released her, he was breathing heavily, his face flushed and his dick harder than a concrete pillar. But instead of taking her and easing his lust, he took her hand and said, “Come.”
She stifled sudden hysteria. He’d barely touched her and she was already close to coming. If this was the foreplay he’d promised before they had sex again then she wasn’t complaining.
It wasn’t until he stepped into the shower and turned on the double showerheads that she realized this was just the beginning of preparing her body for his possession. She gulped as he drew her around so that her back was against his front. Pouring some liquid body wash into his palm, he rubbed his hands to create bubbles, then massaged them all over her front while paying particular attention to her breasts.
It didn’t take long for her anxiety to fade and her body to loosen. She was little more than a blissful lump of putty as he caressed her ever hardening nipples, then swept the bubbles over her shoulders, her collarbone, her ribs…everywhere. A flame burned through her veins to center at her core, until she was burning up for him and ready for more.
He slid a hand between her legs and she jerked with a gasp as he began kneading her clitoris. Pleasure flooded through her and her bud swelled at his touch, begging for more. With his cock pressing insistently against her back, she pushed up onto her tiptoes, desperate to feel him between her thighs.
His chuckle reverberated through her, heightening her lust until she couldn’t resist gyrating against him. She felt his tension, literally, but he had to have steely willpower when he continued soaping her all over, focused now on her back and buttocks, all the way down her legs, before he rinsed her and turned off the pressure. “Let’s get you dry.”
It was strangely erotic allowing him to rub her with a big, soft white towel, where he was particularly devoted to her breasts, and then between her legs, dragging the towel back and forth while her pleasure built and built.
She groaned hoarsely when he threw the towel into a chute and it disappeared from sight to a laundry room. But if she thought she’d succumbed completely to him then he was in for a rude shock.
“Allow me,” she said huskily.
She pulled free another towel from its heated rack, and wound it around his neck to drag it slowly back and forth. Moving it down his back an inch at a time until she was crouched at eye-level to his cock and she was drying the water off the back of his thighs.
She started on his front then, his ankles first, his shins, his thighs and finally his cock that strained toward her like a heat-seeking missile.
Shewashot, combusting with passion and need.
She kissed his cock head, wanting onto to taste him, to feel the satin-smooth skin overlaying pulsating hardness.
He groaned, and drew her back up, his dark eyes savage with their intensity. “I don’t know what it is about you but it’s taking everything I have not to have you here and now, and without any restraint.”
She blinked up at him, no longer feeling inferior or intimidated by her lack of height. She’d never felt more powerful, a tigress who’d unleashed her claws for the first time. “What’s stopping you?” she asked huskily.
He exhaled and bent to pick her up. Only when she was pressed against his chest, his heartbeat thundering close to her ears, did he respond, “You’re still an innocent and I’m not an unfeeling jerk.” He carried her back into his bedroom and laid her onto the mattress. “Not yet anyway. You’ll see my uncivilized side soon enough.”
