Making the Hook-Up by Cole Riley Page A

curly mahogany brown hair that hung to the middle of her small but well-shaped breasts. Thick clusters of it danced in the wind. After enjoying
their first physical contact, Aden’s hands shot straight to the bejeweled side-ties that carved a perfect T across Yanni’s wide curvaceous hips and down the split of her magnificent peach of an ass. Yanni went straight for his gorgeous dick. No need to beat around the bush, play nice girl, or pretend indifference—she was on fire and let him know.
    â€œYou’re more beautiful than I ever imagined,” he said, sliding his meaty arms tightly around her waist. “Let me know if I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, Ms. Roberts.”
    â€œSo far, so good,” she whispered. “Maybe we should take all this inside, fo some’m catch on fire. I don’t think the fire department would appreciate being called in the rain.” It was starting to come down in large drops.
    â€œMovin’ in?” she teased, wrinkling her nose and pointing at his two sizable pieces of luggage and his overnight case.
    â€œMaybe…if things go as planned.”
    â€œI’ve never lived with a man before, Aden.”
    â€œFrom what you’ve told me, you never been thoroughly loved and fucked before either.” Those words sent blood rushing.
    â€œTell me, Mr. Laws, how does a thorough fucking go?”
    â€œShow me where to put my things away and I’ll be glad to show you.”
    â€œYou’ll have to let go of me,” she laughed nervously.
    â€œI don’t think I really want to move,” he said, grabbing her even tighter. “Maybe, if you let me taste that sexy smile of yours, I could find the strength to let go.”
    She lifted her head and offered him the sweetness of her open mouth. He teased her, brushing her lips with his soft moustache, and circled her lips with a barrage of steamy kisses. When their lips finally met, he painted her tongue with his, sucking gently, to the rhythm of his stealthy fingertips, which had found their way to her stiff clit and begun cracking her code. As difficult as
it was to end the firestorm between them, Aden eased to a stop. Both of them were breathing like wild animals after a flight-or-fight chase.
    â€œSomeone’s done his homework.”
    â€œI wanted to be teacher’s pet,” he grinned.
    She grabbed his small overnight case and led him upstairs to the master bedroom. She could barely walk, because of the profound swelling and pulse of pleasure still throbbing between her legs. She had braced herself to be able to accept Aden—no matter what, but to her good fortune, he was not only as polite and smart in person as he was on the phone, he was good looking—her style of good looking: thick forearms, wide meaty shoulders, medium height and a nice hard chunky dick. He was neat and well groomed but didn’t give her the impression that they would engage in a daily competition for mirror space. His eyes were dark and tender, but he was quite manly.
    He wasn’t a flawless early thirties male model from an exclusive men’s magazine, but he had nice white teeth, fresh breath, clean pressed clothes that fit and nice shoes. Nothing too faddish or conservative, he was right in stylish center. She was drawn to his small clear black shining eyes. He had a beautiful broad nose and fleshy well-shaped lips. She had imagined him to be a lighter, lankier, more disheveled, Afro-nerd type, mainly because he was so into technology and had such a strong command of business English. As she let her eyes wander up and down his fine frame, all she could think was that she had won the wrong number lotto. She had imagined him being taller, from the depth and strength of his voice, but was in no way disappointed. Things were off to a fiery start. She kept inventing ways to take peeks at him, as she moved about, showing him where to put his things.
    â€œPlease, go get that