time to adjust to him.
Na’arah wiggled her hips, impatient to have all of him. He slapped her raised butt cheek, before caressing her stinging flesh.
“Be still. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Can’t help it. You feel so good.” She thrust against him. He sank another few inches. He grasped her hips, nearly withdrew all the way and added more lube to his cock.
With deliberate slowness he entered her again. She gripped the sheets as fullness and pressure increased to an almost unbearable level. He was so much larger than her last boyfriend and for one awful moment she feared he wouldn’t fit, even with lubrication and foreplay.
“Relax.” He fondled her breasts, before sliding his fingers to delve into the lushness of her pussy. He swirled around the hard button of nerves until the tension left her body and she moved against him. With each backward shove of her hips, he fed her a little more of his cock. When he was fully impaled in her hot little ass he held still, continuing to strum her clit.
Slowly Na’arah moved against him, listening to her body, savoring the new sensations. A deeper tension unfurled in her belly, growing in intensity. Street met her strokes, gently at first, then gradually increasing speed until his hips were slapping against her ass.
He grasped her buttocks, holding her in place for each deep thrust. She moved her hand between her legs, plunging her fingers into her honeypot and plucking at her clit in rhythm to their lovemaking.
Tension warred with sensation. She was so close. Street’s fingers bit into her hips, the small bite of pain just enough to catapult her into a climax. She shattered, dragging him with her. Her muscles clamped tight around her fingers, her come drizzling down her digits. She could only imagine Street was feeling the same rhythmic pulses.
A few more frantic strokes and he stilled. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, panting. Street eased from her body. He padded the bathroom and returned a moment later with a washcloth. Tenderly he cleansed her. The warm towel soothed away the lingering soreness.
He then stretched out beside her, curving a forearm around her waist. She snuggled into him.
“Did I hurt you?” Concern filtered through his husky voice as he studied her.
“No.” She smiled. “It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.”
He threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her close for a kiss. “Good, ‘cause I want to make love to you again and again.”
****
Late that night or maybe early in the morning muted buzzing jostled Na’arah from her slumber. If sleeping with Street was going to be a regular occurrence she’d have to find an alternative to condoms. After their fourth time the rubbers were beginning to chafe.
She pried open bleary eyes and glanced around the darkened room. Street snored gently on her left, a possessive arm around her waist, while his hand cupped her vagina.
What had awakened her? The sound repeated and her gaze fell on her purse. Her phone. She untangled from his embrace and eased from the bed. On the way, she scooped up the black discarded dress shirt and stuffed her arms through the sleeves.
She squinted at the luminous red numbers on the digital clock, then rubbed her eyes. Hopefully she’d remembered to bring her contact case. She retrieved her purse and fished out her phone. Several missed calls scrolled across the screen, thankfully none were from her sister or the sheriff, but there was one which gave her pause. Another look inside her bag turned up the plastic case for her contacts. She disappeared into the bathroom, dialing the number.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get your call before,” she said when the line was answered.
“Still on your date or is it officially a sleepover?”
“Yeah.”
His throaty chuckle brought heat to her cheeks. Thank goodness she was on the phone and not facing him.
“What do you want, Derrick?”
“I just needed to talk.”
Apprehension
Na’arah wiggled her hips, impatient to have all of him. He slapped her raised butt cheek, before caressing her stinging flesh.
“Be still. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Can’t help it. You feel so good.” She thrust against him. He sank another few inches. He grasped her hips, nearly withdrew all the way and added more lube to his cock.
With deliberate slowness he entered her again. She gripped the sheets as fullness and pressure increased to an almost unbearable level. He was so much larger than her last boyfriend and for one awful moment she feared he wouldn’t fit, even with lubrication and foreplay.
“Relax.” He fondled her breasts, before sliding his fingers to delve into the lushness of her pussy. He swirled around the hard button of nerves until the tension left her body and she moved against him. With each backward shove of her hips, he fed her a little more of his cock. When he was fully impaled in her hot little ass he held still, continuing to strum her clit.
Slowly Na’arah moved against him, listening to her body, savoring the new sensations. A deeper tension unfurled in her belly, growing in intensity. Street met her strokes, gently at first, then gradually increasing speed until his hips were slapping against her ass.
He grasped her buttocks, holding her in place for each deep thrust. She moved her hand between her legs, plunging her fingers into her honeypot and plucking at her clit in rhythm to their lovemaking.
Tension warred with sensation. She was so close. Street’s fingers bit into her hips, the small bite of pain just enough to catapult her into a climax. She shattered, dragging him with her. Her muscles clamped tight around her fingers, her come drizzling down her digits. She could only imagine Street was feeling the same rhythmic pulses.
A few more frantic strokes and he stilled. They collapsed in a tangle of limbs, panting. Street eased from her body. He padded the bathroom and returned a moment later with a washcloth. Tenderly he cleansed her. The warm towel soothed away the lingering soreness.
He then stretched out beside her, curving a forearm around her waist. She snuggled into him.
“Did I hurt you?” Concern filtered through his husky voice as he studied her.
“No.” She smiled. “It was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced.”
He threaded his fingers through her hair and pulled her close for a kiss. “Good, ‘cause I want to make love to you again and again.”
****
Late that night or maybe early in the morning muted buzzing jostled Na’arah from her slumber. If sleeping with Street was going to be a regular occurrence she’d have to find an alternative to condoms. After their fourth time the rubbers were beginning to chafe.
She pried open bleary eyes and glanced around the darkened room. Street snored gently on her left, a possessive arm around her waist, while his hand cupped her vagina.
What had awakened her? The sound repeated and her gaze fell on her purse. Her phone. She untangled from his embrace and eased from the bed. On the way, she scooped up the black discarded dress shirt and stuffed her arms through the sleeves.
She squinted at the luminous red numbers on the digital clock, then rubbed her eyes. Hopefully she’d remembered to bring her contact case. She retrieved her purse and fished out her phone. Several missed calls scrolled across the screen, thankfully none were from her sister or the sheriff, but there was one which gave her pause. Another look inside her bag turned up the plastic case for her contacts. She disappeared into the bathroom, dialing the number.
“I’m sorry I didn’t get your call before,” she said when the line was answered.
“Still on your date or is it officially a sleepover?”
“Yeah.”
His throaty chuckle brought heat to her cheeks. Thank goodness she was on the phone and not facing him.
“What do you want, Derrick?”
“I just needed to talk.”
Apprehension
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