BWWM Interracial Romance 2: Open Heart by Elena Brown

closer to orgasm, and when she finally reached her second climax, she cried out almost as loudly as the first time, shocks of sensation so intense they might have been pain shattering through her body. Tony was only a heartbeat behind her, and Ashley let out a long, low moan at the feeling of his heat flooding, rushing into her.
    They collapsed to the bed, their limbs tangling, and when Ashley came back to herself, she admired the striped pattern their bodies made, light layering over dark layering over light, like the pattern of light through a slanted picket fence. Tony lifted himself up and kissed her. “You know,” he said, playing with her braids musingly, “I know you were worried about not being any good—but I think you may have been the best partner I’ve ever had.”
    Ashley rolled her eyes. “I am not going to be taken in by some line,” she told him.
    Tony’s bright blue gaze met hers.
    “I’m serious. You feel amazing, you look absolutely stunning when you’re not in the middle of coming—and when you are coming, you look like an angel.”
    Ashley blushed and buried her face against his chest, hiding from his scrutiny. “Shut up,” she said, shaking her head. “Stop being so charming! You already got me in bed with you.”
    Tony laughed, pulling her face away and kissing her. “If I’m not charming, how will I convince you to go at it again in ten minutes?”
     
    Ashley woke up uncertain of how she felt. Physically, she felt better than she had in  months; Tony had brought her from one orgasm to another, steadily, for hours—he had insisted on ‘examining’ her, taking on a mock-professional air as he kissed every inch of her body and then went down on her once more, tongue rippling against her clit until spasms of pleasure made her breathless. Before they had finally fallen into a deep sleep together, he had coiled his pale arms around her and brought his hand down to her pussy, rubbing her until she was shaking against him, almost begging him to stop but so wrapped up in the sensations he was giving her that she couldn’t speak—and couldn’t stand the thought of the pleasure ending.
    Tony greeted her in a plush robe when she got out of bed; he poured her a cup of coffee and draped a robe around her, kissing her lightly on the lips when she found the kitchen. “I haven’t had a night that amazing in a long time,” he said, smiling almost shyly at her. “You are an incredible woman; you know that, right?”
    Ashley shrugged off the compliment, her mind full of misgivings in spite of how good the sex had been, how charming Tony’s company was. She made herself stay for breakfast, acceding to Tony’s boast that he made excellent French toast, and managed to keep her thoughts to herself. She didn’t have to be at the hospital until the evening; she was on call for the night shift—so she might not have to work at all, but more likely some catastrophe at two in the morning would erupt, and she would be pulled out of the on-call bunks to respond to it. She felt more rested than she had been in months, but she still wasn’t sure how she felt about Tony.
    He called his driver and, after a brief argument, agreed to split the cost of her overnight parking; she didn’t want to take his money at all. It made her feel like the date was somehow illegitimate, as if she had only stayed because he was going to pay for her parking. Tony gave her half of the cost of the parking and said, as he kissed her goodbye, “I hope we’ll both have time in our schedules to get together again soon—you should see what I can make for dinner.”
    Ashley didn’t outright reject the idea of seeing him again, but she was deliberately vague, not knowing if she wanted to or not. She knew he was the best partner she had ever had sex with; she knew that he was charming. What she didn’t know was whether she was ready to actually see someone yet—or even if she was ready to start looking for a boyfriend, she