Nights In Black Lace by Noelle Mack

was a good thing the hallway was long. She didn’t kick, avoiding the paintings on the walls. A few were flea market finds, a few were worth a great deal. She treasured them all.
    He didn’t even look at them, just stopped at the open door of her bedroom before entering, and setting her down as if he were Prince Charming himself.
    That is, if Prince Charming had been crossed with a handsome young satyr with a massive, swaying erection.
    Odette stretched languorously on her bed, inviting him with her body to join her there.
    In another moment, he did. Bryan didn’t hold back, pressing the length of his body to hers, kissing her wildly.
    His strength was more evident in this more natural position, where he could move as he wished.
    One muscular thigh forced hers to open and his cock pushed urgently against the softness of her belly. The come he’d held back leaked a little from the head, smearing sensual heat into her skin and sticking them together for a little while in a place or two.
    Her tousled hair got into her mouth, and his big hands pushed it away. For a moment, he was gentle, looking down at her, about to kiss her but somehow not ready.
    His gaze was serious and highly intelligent. Odette thought with wonder and a measure of fear that she could very well love him.
    Not now. Not yet. But the thought made her mind spin. In another minute, he would enter her body…and she knew that the connection would be more than sexual.
    Sex with him was fantastic, would be even more erotic and intense face to face, but it would not be as strong as the emotions which assailed her when she looked into his eyes.
    Was she alone in feeling as she did? She did not know Bryan well enough to read him accurately, if at all.
    For another long moment, they looked at each as warily as animals. Then his passion dissolved his reserve, and he claimed her mouth in a hard, bruising kiss.
    â€œCondoms in the drawer,” she said breathlessly when he finally let her go. He’d thrust wildly into her belly while he’d kissed her. She wasn’t going to go without that.
    Bryan rose, yanked open the drawer of another Victorian table set beside the bed, and rip-roll-slide, sheathed himself just like that. Covered in latex, his cock got stiffer, the thick base pumped from the tighter ring at the bottom of the condom.
    How excellent that extra thickness would feel when he was all the way inside her, Odette thought dreamily. She loved the satisfying feeling of her labia stretching to accommodate a well-endowed man who filled her completely.
    â€œOn all fours,” he said. “I want to get deep.”
    Odette made a murmur of protest—she’d wanted to see his face—then rolled over and got on hands and knees. A hard fucking from behind was something she adored.
    Her own face buried in the pillows. Sexually anonymous and taking every inch of a man she could not see—ah, yes. They could begin that way.
    â€œWait a minute.” He got up from the bed.
    Odette looked around, staying in position.
    â€œI want to see your face,” he said, surprising her. “We can put a mirror here—” he lifted a medium-sized one right off the wall and positioned it on the table by the bed—“and you can see me behind you and I can see you. Okay?”
    â€œYou have done it,” she said, pleased. “Of course it is okay.”
    She turned on the bed so that her face could be seen in the mirror.
    â€œYeah,” he growled, bending his body over hers. He bit at her hair and tugged it, then nipped her ear.
    Odette winced with pleasure.
    â€œI love to see you react. Missed that with my head where it was.”
    â€œCouldn’t be helped,” she gasped. His teeth now held a hank of her hair.
    Bryan let go. His eyes on her face, supporting the weight of his body on one hand, he reached under with the other and began to slap her tits gently. They swayed and bounced into each other.
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