After Dark by Donna Hill Page B

never taking his eyes off her face. Her breathing escalated. The blood pounded in her head.
    Wil lowered himself until he was on his knees in front of her. He pressed his face to her center and inhaled the sweetness of her essence. Her thighs began to tremble. He held her firmly in his hands as he tenderly tasted her.
    â€œOoh,” she moaned, gripping his shoulders to keep from falling.
    He teased and played, darted and danced until he knew she was weak, wet and ready.
    Barbara’s head was spinning. She didn’t even realize that Wil had carried her to the bed. Her skirt was still hiked up around her waist and it was a major turn on. She almost felt like a horny teen in the backseat of her daddy’s Coupe deVille.
    â€œMy woman,” Wil said, his voice thick with desire. He braced his weight above her.
    She raised up to kiss his mouth while spreading her thighs to invite him in. When she felt him push against her, she wanted to scream in anticipation. But nothing could compare to the bliss of feeling him slowly fill her, inch by inch until there wasn’t even air between them.
    For several moments, neither of them moved, both relishing the joy of their union. Then, as if a silent cue had been struck, they moved against each other slow and deliberate savoring the push and pull.
    Barbara arched her hips higher, the better to feel all of him. Wil buried his head in the hollow of her neck, placing tiny teasing kisses there.
    â€œI love you,” she whispered in his ear.
    â€œI know,” he whispered back, and took her higher.
    Like a salsa dance, the beat picked up, the pace increased with their desire. The room grew hotter. The sounds of their blended moans intensified.
    Barbara’s body tingled all over. It started at the balls of her feet and shimmied up her legs. Her thighs spread wider, her knees drew higher.
    Wil felt her grip him from the inside and he nearly lost his mind. Barbara’s cries of joy filled his ears, entered his soul and rushed out in a powerful gush to fill her with all the love he felt in his heart.
    He reared against her, over and over. She yelled out his name as the power of her climax left her trembling and as weak as newborn baby.
    Wil collapsed against her, and she held him, stroking his head and sighing contentedly.
    ` “It can’t get better than this,” he said, his voice thick.
    Barbara giggled. “We say that every time.”
    Wil leaned up so he could look at her. “Yeah, we do, don’t we?”
    They laughed and held each other.
    Barbara emerged from the bathroom after freshening up. She returned to the bedroom to find Wil still stretched out with his hands tucked behind his head, looking very pleased with himself.
    â€œNot bad for an old man,” he said, grinning.
    Barbara chuckled and came to sit next to him. “There’s nothing old about you.” She reached for her panties and slipped them back on then found her bra and shirt and continued getting dressed. “You better put something on. I’d hate for Chauncey to come home and find you naked. No telling what he might think.”
    â€œHe’ll think that his old man’s still got it going on.”
    Barbara tossed a pillow at him. “You’re terrible.” She adjusted her clothing. “And besides, I’m starved.”
    â€œYeah, me, too,” he said, finally sitting up. “Want to go out and grab something to eat?”
    â€œSure. It’s a beautiful night. I love spring evenings,” she said.
    â€œSounds like a plan. We can find something up on Amsterdam or Morningside.”
    They walked up the hill, hand in hand to a new Caribbean restaurant.
    â€œI’ve heard good things about this place,” Barbara said once they were seated.
    â€œAt this point, and as hungry as I am, so long as it is hot, I’m good.”
    They placed their orders and waited.
    â€œWe got some bad news today,” Barbara said as she