In His Eyes (Interracial Erotica) (3 page)

She lost herself in him as he enveloped
himself in her, his handsome face contorted so beautifully, his
muscles ripping with every stroke. She was reminded of the steady
rock of the ocean, frothy waves slamming the shores. Such ferocity,
such power. Such beauty.

They separated only long enough to change
positions, Bree rolling to her stomach and pushing up on her hands
and knees. She cast a playful smirk over her shoulder. "Unless
you've had enough."
Please Lord let him say no.

"Baby," he said huskily, "You ain’t seen
nothing yet."

She felt his hands following the curve of her
bottom and she arched her back in preparation for the new
sensation. The welcome return of the head of his cock, pushing at
her folds, teasing them, elicited a growl that made her blush. It
was a little late to be embarrassed considering the guy she'd been
crushing on forever had not only seen her in all her glory, but
tasted and felt it too, but she couldn’t help but freeze a little,
suddenly very aware of herself. She wanted to be perfect for him,
as perfect as he was for her.

He must have felt her reservations, because
he gave her hips a tight, commanding squeeze. "I wanna hear it. I
wanna hear how bad you want it. How much you love it."

It was a request that was difficult to
fulfill with all of him stuffed inside her, his pelvis slapping
against her rear with carnal precision. But when her hand found its
way to her bundle of nerves, swollen to the point that just a brush
of her fingertips sent a shock to her system, she couldn't suppress
the moans of ecstasy that fell from her open mouth. The combination
of his cock careening in and out of her and the frenzied swirl of
her fingers around her clit sent her rocketing to a climax. The
searing deliciousness of his erotic touch was everything she
needed. Everything she wanted.

She alerted him as best she could, though it
seemed more like a mumbled screech. He added his own to the mix and
they crashed into each other with finality, reaching the pinnacle
of pleasure together. She exploded in a sea of beautiful light,
coming harder than she knew was possible. Finding a pleasure that
she thought would never be her own.

As they floated back down from the throes of
ecstasy, Callum pulled her onto the bed. As he wrapped her in his
arms and pulled her close, she found herself wondering how she'd
ever settled for anything less than this.

"At the risk of ruining the best sex I've
ever had," he said softly, his head nuzzled in her mahogany locks,
"I was certain that you'd smack me in the hall. Even when I
explained about me and Suzie."

"You and me both," Bree said with a grunt.
The mention of her friend brought the sting of her betrayal back to
the front of her mind. But instead of being angry or hurt, she just
snuggled closer to him. At the end of the day, things worked out
the way they were supposed to.

“I’m so sorry,” he said truthfully, hugging
her close. “I never meant to hurt you.”

“I know,” she said gently.

"Why didn't you?” he pressed after a moment.
“Slap me I mean?"

She tilted her head upward, looking him
dead-on. "As pissed as I wanted to be, I knew you were sorry. I
knew you cared about me." She drew a hand to his cheek, stroking it
and drinking in the feel of his skin against her skin. "I saw it in
your eyes."

He smiled at her then, a beautiful thing that
stretched until it imprinted on the green eyes that she loved. The
eyes she could look at forever.

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