fear. She would give their relationship an honest try.
He tossed her sweater to the side, then took off his T-shirt and threw it. Their lips met and tongues probed, claiming the passion they felt for each other. She had never felt like this before. He was meant for her, perfect in every way.
He turned her, closely fitting his arousal into her rear. He held her around the waist as they ground to their own music. Lightly brushing her neck as he moved her microbraids from around her ear, he nibbled, licked, tasted.
Ebony loved the feel of his teasing on her neck. She pushed her body into him harder, wanting to be closer, wanting to be one.
His hands traveled lower to her thighs, rubbing them, causing him to deepen the grind. They both moaned as passion’s storm continued to surge.
She didn’t know how he did it, but one second she was riding the storm, the next they were completely undressed. The subdued lighting did not hide his powerful physique.
Once in bed, he ran his hands along her luscious body. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.” He kissed her, and she knew he meant it. She had never considered herself beautiful, but that was how Richard made her feel.
He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, kissing, kneading and teasing until she begged for relief. He relieved her sweet agony by slipping his fingers into her, slowly fondling and exploring while showing her other breast due consideration.
Ebony whirled in bliss and sought to share the pleasure he gave her. She wrapped her hand around his hardness, slowly stroking, working him into the frenzy he had put her in.
She enjoyed watching him fight to maintain control. Her grabbing him so intimately must have been a wondrous surprise.
He reached into the nightstand and took out a foil wrapper. She kissed him gently, then helped him protect them both.
As he entered her, she felt the same feeling of “ah” seen on his face. Their rhythm matched perfectly, and the glorious sensations grew as they journeyed together on their adventure to oneness.
* * *
Richard lay watching his ebony angel sleep. She had asked him to wake her at four. He glanced at the clock. Two minutes to go. He took a foil wrapper from the nightstand and prepared to wake her. He slid the covers off and admired her body. He wondered how long it would take her to wake if he started licking her heat and if she would kill him for it. Thinking how she had called him the devil tickled him.
She cracked open an eye. “Why are you staring at me?”
He cuddled close. “I’ve fallen in love with a madwoman.”
“You’re so fickle.”
“Me?”
“Yes you, Mr. Pacini. Last I heard, you were in love with an ebony angel. Now you’re in love with a madwoman. I’m jealous.”
He smiled, truly in love with her. Trae would need more than a bag of tricks to keep him away from Ebony. “Why would you be jealous? There’s enough of the master to go around.”
“I’m not in love with the master anymore. I’ll call him when I’m hungry.”
He covered her body with his, kissing her neck. “And who are you in love with now?” he whispered softly as he entered her, savoring the ecstasy her face showed.
When she could speak again, she replied, “I’m in love with a fallen angel that has smoky blue eyes and a sexy crooked grin.”
He propped himself on his elbows, and they slowly moved together. He wanted to reply, but all he could manage was a low, guttural moan. Soon they spiraled into the heavens together.
* * *
Ebony mixed scrambled eggs into her grits. “I’ll gain a hundred pounds messing with you.” She reached across the breakfast bar for a glass of orange juice.
Richard set a stool beside hers. “My spare room is empty.”
“Most of your condo is empty.” She blew over the spoonful of grits and eggs to cool them. “I don’t usually eat breakfast.”
“I love you, Ebony.”
Every time he said he loved her, her heart jumped for joy. “How did this
He tossed her sweater to the side, then took off his T-shirt and threw it. Their lips met and tongues probed, claiming the passion they felt for each other. She had never felt like this before. He was meant for her, perfect in every way.
He turned her, closely fitting his arousal into her rear. He held her around the waist as they ground to their own music. Lightly brushing her neck as he moved her microbraids from around her ear, he nibbled, licked, tasted.
Ebony loved the feel of his teasing on her neck. She pushed her body into him harder, wanting to be closer, wanting to be one.
His hands traveled lower to her thighs, rubbing them, causing him to deepen the grind. They both moaned as passion’s storm continued to surge.
She didn’t know how he did it, but one second she was riding the storm, the next they were completely undressed. The subdued lighting did not hide his powerful physique.
Once in bed, he ran his hands along her luscious body. “You are the most beautiful woman in the world.” He kissed her, and she knew he meant it. She had never considered herself beautiful, but that was how Richard made her feel.
He cupped one of her breasts in his hand, kissing, kneading and teasing until she begged for relief. He relieved her sweet agony by slipping his fingers into her, slowly fondling and exploring while showing her other breast due consideration.
Ebony whirled in bliss and sought to share the pleasure he gave her. She wrapped her hand around his hardness, slowly stroking, working him into the frenzy he had put her in.
She enjoyed watching him fight to maintain control. Her grabbing him so intimately must have been a wondrous surprise.
He reached into the nightstand and took out a foil wrapper. She kissed him gently, then helped him protect them both.
As he entered her, she felt the same feeling of “ah” seen on his face. Their rhythm matched perfectly, and the glorious sensations grew as they journeyed together on their adventure to oneness.
* * *
Richard lay watching his ebony angel sleep. She had asked him to wake her at four. He glanced at the clock. Two minutes to go. He took a foil wrapper from the nightstand and prepared to wake her. He slid the covers off and admired her body. He wondered how long it would take her to wake if he started licking her heat and if she would kill him for it. Thinking how she had called him the devil tickled him.
She cracked open an eye. “Why are you staring at me?”
He cuddled close. “I’ve fallen in love with a madwoman.”
“You’re so fickle.”
“Me?”
“Yes you, Mr. Pacini. Last I heard, you were in love with an ebony angel. Now you’re in love with a madwoman. I’m jealous.”
He smiled, truly in love with her. Trae would need more than a bag of tricks to keep him away from Ebony. “Why would you be jealous? There’s enough of the master to go around.”
“I’m not in love with the master anymore. I’ll call him when I’m hungry.”
He covered her body with his, kissing her neck. “And who are you in love with now?” he whispered softly as he entered her, savoring the ecstasy her face showed.
When she could speak again, she replied, “I’m in love with a fallen angel that has smoky blue eyes and a sexy crooked grin.”
He propped himself on his elbows, and they slowly moved together. He wanted to reply, but all he could manage was a low, guttural moan. Soon they spiraled into the heavens together.
* * *
Ebony mixed scrambled eggs into her grits. “I’ll gain a hundred pounds messing with you.” She reached across the breakfast bar for a glass of orange juice.
Richard set a stool beside hers. “My spare room is empty.”
“Most of your condo is empty.” She blew over the spoonful of grits and eggs to cool them. “I don’t usually eat breakfast.”
“I love you, Ebony.”
Every time he said he loved her, her heart jumped for joy. “How did this
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