BWWM Interracial Romance 2: Open Heart (7 page)

Ashley found herself pacing back and forth across her living room in front of her TV, looking at the clock every few moments in spite of the fact that she knew that it wasn’t going to make time go any faster. She almost wanted Tony to show up late—that would give her permission to be annoyed at him. The daffodils were safely ensconced on her dining room table, a small few of them broken apart from the main bouquet and placed in a smaller vase next to her bed. Ashley hadn’t questioned her motivation in doing it—she liked daffodils, and that was all there was to it. She glanced at her clock for what seemed like the hundredth time since she had finished getting ready, applying just a bit of makeup and spritzing just a little perfume on her pulse points after she’d had a shower. She had sent Tony a text message with her address, and he had responded that she should wear something comfortable—and definitely not a dress. Ashley had opted for a fairly nice blouse and a pair of jeans, with some stylish sneakers instead of her work shoes. That was casual enough, she thought, wondering just where it was he was planning to take her.

There was a knock at her door, and Ashley’s heartbeat started to speed up. She pressed her lips together, took a deep breath, and tried to calm down as she moved to the door. Tony was standing there—surprisingly enough, in a tee shirt and jeans, like her. Ashley met his gaze with a little smile. “So clearly you’re not planning on taking me to some exclusive, fancy restaurant,” she said, cocking her head.

Tony laughed. “I could—with enough money they’d let me in if I was in pajamas, and anyone who was with me too. But no, we’re going somewhere different.” He offered her his arm and Ashley took it after only a moment’s pause.

The sight of him in something so casual made her think of what he had looked like naked; the black tee shirt he was wearing fit him very well, and the jeans were just tight enough for Ashley’s imagination to run away with her. She reminded herself firmly that she was under no obligation to go home with him at the end of the night. She could make her own choice.

Tony kept mum on the subject of where they were going, pouring her a glass of champagne in the back of the limo as they made their way to their destination. Ashley tried to tease it out of him, tried to wheedle and bargain, but he refused, smiling to himself during the short ride. When Ben brought the car to a stop, Ashley looked around outside, startled; she would have thought they were going to go to Miami—that seemed to be his usual stomping grounds. Looking through the windows, Ashley spotted the sign for the place they had arrived at: Boomers. She looked at Tony in startlement and confusion.

“What are we doing at Boomers?” she asked. She had been to the amusement park once as the member of a bachelorette party, but had never really thought about it since then, in spite of seeing the roller coaster from the road several times as she drove to and from the hospital.

“Well, I thought about what would be a great date for you, and it occurred to me that you don’t have enough fun.” He smiled slowly. “So I made some enquiries, and spent a little bit of money, and we have the whole place to ourselves.”

Ashley stared at Tony, absorbing the import of what he was telling her. He had rented out the whole park for their date. “What would you have done if I couldn’t come out?” she asked him, bewildered.

Tony shrugged. “Probably called up a shelter or something and let some kids have a really good night out.”

Ashley shook her head, smiling in spite of herself.

They went in, and Ashley was surprised at the fact that she hadn’t actually believed him—until she was confronted by the sight of the amusement part utterly vacant except for the staff, but with everything ready to go. She shook off her shock and proceeded to run through, a surge of playful spirit rushing through her body. Ashley and Tony challenged each other in the arcade, Ashley managing to beat him at fighting games but losing to his superior skill on driving games. They ate pizza and drank beer as they moved from one section to another, and Ashley realized that she hadn’t been so relaxed in years. Tony convinced her to try out the go-karts, and they sped around the track over and over again, making the attendants laugh as they struggled to beat each other. Ashley discovered that she had a certain dirty competitive streak in her; without warning, without even thinking about it, she tried to goose Tony into the hay bales to overtake his position.

They climbed the rock wall, they rode the roller coaster, they did the splash ride—getting soaked—and ended the night in a laser tag competition, each of them darting around the darkened room, trying to catch the other one. Tony invited some of the employees to join them, forming teams, and Ashley showed off her superior hunting skills, taking out two of Tony’s team—and then Tony himself—before she was taken out by another of his teammates. The night was beginning to wind down, and Ashley found herself both tired and exhilarated; Tony snatched up her tickets from the games and handed them to the prize counter attendant. “What do you want to get?” he asked her. Ashley wanted one of the comically huge stuffed animals, but discovered she didn’t quite have enough. Tony donated some of his own tickets to the “purchase” and the attendant grinned as he handed her the giant pink stuffed bear.

Tony still had tickets; he playfully pushed Ashley to the side and murmured something to the attendant, extending his tickets across the counter. A moment later, he was palming something that he didn’t show Ashley, and then he was leading her out of the park, to the car—the only one in the main parking lot.

“What did you get with your prize tickets?” Ashley asked, curious at how secretive he was.

“I’ll show you when we get in the car,” he said with a little grin. Ashley raised an eyebrow but didn’t argue. They got into the car and Ben pulled away and out of the parking lot, taking them back towards the highway.

“Okay, so show me,” she said, once they were on their way.

Tony looked a little nervous, but he opened his hand to reveal a gaudy, plastic-jeweled ring. He pressed on the jewel and it began flashing with a light embedded in it.

“For you,” he said, pretending to kneel in front of her.

Ashley rolled her eyes.

“Hey, this is a big deal; I’m not the marrying type! I don’t offer rings to just anyone.” The phrase—‘I’m not the marrying type’—stuck in Ashley’s mind even as she accepted the ring from him with a little smile. It wasn’t that she was looking to marry someone—she certainly was not in a hurry, not after her first marriage had ended in such a shambles—but the implication behind it; Tony had clearly never been married, and men who called themselves ‘not the marrying type’ tended to be dedicated bachelors. It didn’t seem like he thought of anything serious. While she appreciated the date—and had enjoyed herself immeasurably—she couldn’t help feeling like Tony wasn’t serious about anything.

Tony leaned in and kissed her, and Ashley’s misgivings started to fade away as she remembered their last time together. His hands wandered over her, but respectfully, not trying to grope or take liberties that she wasn’t comfortable with. After a few moments, with Ashley breathless and her head spinning, he broke away.

“Am I having Ben take you home, or are you going to stay with me?” he asked her.

Ashley struggled to catch her breath, to think of something to say. “You,” she managed to get out. She shook her head slightly to clear it. “I’ll go home with you.”

This time, instead of rushing her through the house to the bedroom, Tony guided her through slowly, letting her take in her surroundings. Ashley found herself oddly confused; Tony’s house was sumptuous—definitely the height of luxury, down to the fireplace in the living room that would reasonably see use maybe two days out of the year—but it didn’t look frivolous. Everything was solidly comfortable, and the pieces of art he had scattered around were tasteful.

“What do you think?” Tony asked her, giving her a little grin.

“You’ve got a nice place,” she replied, feeling her lips curve in an answering smile.

Tony pulled her into his arms, his hands beginning to move over her body slowly. “It’s much nicer with you in it, you know,” he told her lowly, nibbling at the front of her throat.

Ashley trembled, her body responding to him immediately. She was able to remember, all too well, the way he had looked the first time they had been together. She could recall with ease the way he had felt inside of her, the constant simmer of sexual need he had inspired. Ashley’s hands wandered over his body slowly, tracing over the planes and lines, finding where his muscles were tense and massaging them smooth until they were both moaning in pleasure.

Tony pulled her tee shirt up over her head, burying his face against her breasts, and Ashley closed her eyes, realizing he was guiding her slowly toward the bedroom but not at all concerned—eager, in fact, to get started. Her mouth was watering; her body was heating up quickly from Tony’s touches along her waist, the way his grip shifted down to her hips. He reached behind himself and opened the door, guiding them both through it, but instead of propelling her towards the bed, Tony closed the door behind them and pressed Ashley against it, lifting her up slightly and holding her up by the hips. She moaned out as the hard ridge of his cock pressed up against her, rubbing as he rocked his hips slowly. “Mmm, Tony,” she murmured, barely able to keep her eyes open in the face of the lust he was inspiring in her.

For several long moments they remained there; Ashley reached down to find the hem of his tee shirt and tug it up along his torso, over his head. Tony pulled the soft cups of her bra down and kissed every inch of her breasts, lingering around her areolas, teasing her by just barely avoiding her nipples themselves even as they hardened into firm little nubs. He finally claimed first one and then the other, sucking and licking, sending tingling jolts of pleasure through Ashley’s body directly to her already-wet pussy. He thrust up against her more firmly, and Ashley could feel that he was rock-hard through the fabric of their clothes. His skin was burning hot under her hands, his muscles bunching and tensing, rippling as she touched.

Tony finally let her down, taking her by the hand and guiding her not to the bed, but into the bathroom. “I saw the bumper boats,” he told her breathlessly, flashing a smile in her direction, “and while there weren’t enough people with just the two of us for it to be any fun, it did give me an idea.” He reached into a large stall shower, and when he turned the water on, Ashley realized it was coming from multiple directions—that there were shower heads on either side of the cubicle, both overhead and in the middle of the walls. She gasped at the sight of it—it was decadent. Tony pulled her into his arms once more and kissed her hungrily, his hands moving down to the fly of her jeans. He unbuttoned and unzipped them, tugging them down over her hips as he deepened the kiss.

Ashley stepped and kicked until her legs were free of the denim, standing before him in just her panties.

Tony looked her up and down like a man starving, and smiled broadly. “I should have figured you’d be a match set type,” he said, gesturing to her panties.

Ashley blushed, flattered that he had even been paying attention to what her underwear looked like. Tony pressed close to her, one of his hands slipping up between her legs and beginning to rub her through the thin fabric of her panties. She was already soaking—so wet that she could feel the dampness seeping into her underwear—and his touch made her hotter, wetter, tighter with need.

Tony tugged her panties down over her full, lush hips, and Ashley let them fall to her ankles before stepping out of them. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, pushing them over his hips and taking his underwear down with them. Ashley feasted her eyes on his naked body once more, smiling to herself as his fully hard cock sprung free, standing fully erect as it came out of the confines of his clothes.

“Water should be warm enough—shall we?” Tony asked her, gesturing for Ashley to precede him into the stall. It was certainly big enough for two people to enjoy; Ashley could see the steam billowing out of the chamber and grinned. She stepped through the door and Tony gave her a playful shove into the center of the downpour, following behind her quickly.

The hot water rained down on her from all directions at once, and Ashley moaned in visceral pleasure. It wasn’t just the proximity of Tony, naked— or the foreplay. It was the pure, sensual enjoyment of so much hot water hitting her at once, making her relax deep down in the way a standard shower simply couldn’t.

Tony was with her at once, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing her body close to his as he kissed her once more. Tony’s hands reached up and he cupped her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze and massaging them carefully for long moments until his fingers found her nipples. He started to roll and twist the firm nubs, making Ashley gasp and moan, making her arch into his touch. All ability to think had utterly disappeared from her mind; all she could do was react to his caresses, to the building heat she felt inside.

Tony lifted her up onto a ledge she hadn’t realized was there, and Ashley gasped as she felt the hardness of his cock pressing against her, slipping and sliding against her folds.

Tony pulled back from the kiss, looking into her eyes with breathless wonder on his face. “Oh my god, you look fucking amazing like this,” he murmured. “Water pouring down on you, just drenched from head to toe…” He thrust up against her and Ashley hooked her feet around his legs, pulling him closer, needing better contact between their bodies. “And soaking wet as well.” Tony’s bright eyes lit up with lust, and he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down along her slick folds, pressing it against her clit. Ashley grabbed at his shoulders, her breath catching in her throat.