BWWM Interracial Romance 5: Love After Halftime by Elena Brown Page A

her grief, but with Joe’s strong hands on her body, she knew just how she wanted to spend it.
    “Take me to bed, Joe,” she murmured, shrugging out of her robe as his hands began to caress her full, warm breasts over the soft cotton of her favorite T-shirt. He tugged it off, making her gasp, squirm and laugh all at the same time.
    “Not sure I can wait that long to have you again,” he said, pressing her back against the counter as she tugged at his clothes until they both stood, naked and bodies entwined in the middle of her kitchen.
    As if to prove how just eager he was, Joe bent to feast on her radiant, glistening heat. It was so unexpected, so welcome, Marlene succumbed, spreading her arms wide along the butcher block as Joe knelt in their piles of clothes, a pale hand on each ebony thigh, gently bathing her fiery furnace with his own wet, gentle heat.
    It was such a slow buildup that she began to warm to it, gripping the butcher block as he zeroed in on her throbbing bud. “Sweet Jesus,” she gasped as his rasping tongue sent a jolt of electricity through her trembling body. “Lord have mercy, Joe!”
    Joe ignored her, hands sliding up to either side of her waist and clinging tight as he began to kiss and suck her swollen clit, teasing and tempting it until she began to pant and whimper and squirm. “Don’t you make me come in my own kitchen, Joe!” she teased between squeals of approaching delight. “Don’t you… don’t you…”
    The words disappeared, swallowed by the massive wave of rolling ecstasy that thrilled and filled her entire body. She gasped and bucked and showered Joe with a most fragrant musk as she came, gloriously and copiously, responding to his fervent attentions and reaching to run her fingers through his dirty brown curls. Thus encouraged, Joe teased her again and again and again, until she began to sweat and grow hoarse from the low-pitched squeals that filled the kitchen.
    “Damn you,” she stammered, shaking her head as he rose on unsteady feet and slid his fragrant lips against her own. She tasted her own sweet musk and panted with desire, Joe taking her down long, lazy, sinful roads she never thought she’d travel – least of all with him.
    “Now,” he growled, taking her hand and tugging her from the kitchen. “We’ll need that bed for what I have planned for you.”
    “Oh no,” she said, taking the lead and lustily lying, face down, on her big white bed. “You’ve already pleased me, Joe. Let me please you…”
    He chuckled and slid beside her, lying on the bed and dampening her already slick skin with more velvet kisses. “I could stare at this body all night,” he murmured as he pressed his lips against the delicate skin between her shoulder blades. “But I’d rather mount it.”
    She squirmed with his dirty talk, heart still pounding from his amazing oral, her body on fire as he gently rose and, just as gently, slid atop her. He was so strong and thickly muscled, his skin tight and thick against her own.
    She ground her ass greedily against him, eager for him inside of her, desperate to be ridden and filled and pressed deep and wet into her soft white sheets. As usual, Joe did not disappoint. Using her slick wetness from multiple orgasms, Joe slid inside her with a soft, gentle moan.
    She spread her legs for him, arching and angling herself slightly to drag him deeper, hotter, harder, and wetter inside. He quickly complied, filling her until his pelvis rested against her round, generous derriere.
    “Mmmmm,” she cooed, faced down, ass up in the sheets, allowing the scene to play out as he lay wedged deep inside of her. Merely by shifting himself slightly, so slightly, she could feel his veiny staff wriggle and throb within. It was an exquisite sensation, sheer bliss inside her glistening hot cave, and one that threatened to find her heaving, bucking and coming once more.
    But Joe had other plans for the moment, grabbing each tender cheek of her ass and