toward her release. The orgasm swept everything in the world away except the current sensation and memory. Suspended in a cocoon of pleasure, she moaned his name.
Drawing in slow, deep breaths, she struggled to regain her equilibrium, which wasn’t easy. Residual memories of his touch began to swamp her again. How his hand had caressed the top swell of her behind, his chest had rubbed against her breasts. Made the request out loud. Said it with a look of pure lust in his eyes.
He was trying to get past the fortress she’d worked hard to erect, the one thing she never thought anyone would try to do, never expected. It made her nervous, borderline insecure. She closed her eyes, trying to fight off the overwhelming feelings, willing sleep to come. When it did, it was the restless sort.
* * * *
Carson pulled into his driveway, turned off the ignition then let out a loud groan of frustration. It hadn’t been his intention for things to go as far as they had with Imani, but the moment he had her in his arms a surge of lust had rushed through him and he’d been unable to stop at just a kiss. The only reassurance he had was she’d been right there with him until the sound of the car horn brought them back to reality.
He opened the car door and marched inside his home, needing a shower in the worst of ways. After locking up, he made a beeline upstairs to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and undressed, sighing as he released his semi-hard erection from the constraints of his swimming trunks. Rubbing it briefly, he stepped under the spray of hot water and closed his eyes. Now he could pay proper attention to his unfulfilled need. He gripped his rigid shaft, ready to come quickly, bathe and go to bed. Only his image of Imani wasn’t cooperating with the plan.
He kept thinking about how she watched him with those inquisitive brown eyes of hers. He was uncertain what she saw, but he recognized longing when he saw it. She wanted him, which was a damn good thing because he wanted her just as bad. When she’d drawn her bottom lip in between her teeth, it was all he could do not to push her onto the table and have his way with her.
But there was a sense of strangeness, too. On one hand, she stirred something in him, a sense of trust, as if he could tell her his secrets. On the other, she made him hard as steel in an instant.
He sighed, knowing he was trying to comprehend the unfathomable. He might be a genius when it came to business matters, but he wasn’t as savvy when it came to women. She just brought out a natural carefree side of him. But he didn’t have time to worry about that. There were more pressing issues.
He pumped his hand, getting into a nice, easy rhythm. He yearned to be inside of Imani, to feel her surround him. He’d wanted many women in his life, for a number of reasons, most having to do with sex, but this was different. She was different. He wanted to unwrap her like a gift, tear away the disguise and see what lay beneath. And once he had her stripped bare and open, he’d elicit all that passion, all that slow, smoldering sexual tension, and he’d take her to a place he was sure she’d never been. She’d scream with pleasure for him before he was through. He thought about her standing in front of him completely naked, pictured her silently sinking to her knees and taking his erection into her mouth.
He squeezed his eyes shut, losing himself in the fantasy. A few seconds later, he shuddered as his climax slammed into him and whispered Imani’s name.
Standing there silently for several moments, he relished his release then began to bathe. Several moments later he slid beneath the cool sheets on his bed and rolled onto his back. Placing his arms underneath his pillow, he cradled his head, staring up at the ceiling.
He wondered what Imani was doing at that exact moment. When he’d left her home, the regret and sexual frustration had
Drawing in slow, deep breaths, she struggled to regain her equilibrium, which wasn’t easy. Residual memories of his touch began to swamp her again. How his hand had caressed the top swell of her behind, his chest had rubbed against her breasts. Made the request out loud. Said it with a look of pure lust in his eyes.
He was trying to get past the fortress she’d worked hard to erect, the one thing she never thought anyone would try to do, never expected. It made her nervous, borderline insecure. She closed her eyes, trying to fight off the overwhelming feelings, willing sleep to come. When it did, it was the restless sort.
* * * *
Carson pulled into his driveway, turned off the ignition then let out a loud groan of frustration. It hadn’t been his intention for things to go as far as they had with Imani, but the moment he had her in his arms a surge of lust had rushed through him and he’d been unable to stop at just a kiss. The only reassurance he had was she’d been right there with him until the sound of the car horn brought them back to reality.
He opened the car door and marched inside his home, needing a shower in the worst of ways. After locking up, he made a beeline upstairs to the bathroom. He turned on the shower and undressed, sighing as he released his semi-hard erection from the constraints of his swimming trunks. Rubbing it briefly, he stepped under the spray of hot water and closed his eyes. Now he could pay proper attention to his unfulfilled need. He gripped his rigid shaft, ready to come quickly, bathe and go to bed. Only his image of Imani wasn’t cooperating with the plan.
He kept thinking about how she watched him with those inquisitive brown eyes of hers. He was uncertain what she saw, but he recognized longing when he saw it. She wanted him, which was a damn good thing because he wanted her just as bad. When she’d drawn her bottom lip in between her teeth, it was all he could do not to push her onto the table and have his way with her.
But there was a sense of strangeness, too. On one hand, she stirred something in him, a sense of trust, as if he could tell her his secrets. On the other, she made him hard as steel in an instant.
He sighed, knowing he was trying to comprehend the unfathomable. He might be a genius when it came to business matters, but he wasn’t as savvy when it came to women. She just brought out a natural carefree side of him. But he didn’t have time to worry about that. There were more pressing issues.
He pumped his hand, getting into a nice, easy rhythm. He yearned to be inside of Imani, to feel her surround him. He’d wanted many women in his life, for a number of reasons, most having to do with sex, but this was different. She was different. He wanted to unwrap her like a gift, tear away the disguise and see what lay beneath. And once he had her stripped bare and open, he’d elicit all that passion, all that slow, smoldering sexual tension, and he’d take her to a place he was sure she’d never been. She’d scream with pleasure for him before he was through. He thought about her standing in front of him completely naked, pictured her silently sinking to her knees and taking his erection into her mouth.
He squeezed his eyes shut, losing himself in the fantasy. A few seconds later, he shuddered as his climax slammed into him and whispered Imani’s name.
Standing there silently for several moments, he relished his release then began to bathe. Several moments later he slid beneath the cool sheets on his bed and rolled onto his back. Placing his arms underneath his pillow, he cradled his head, staring up at the ceiling.
He wondered what Imani was doing at that exact moment. When he’d left her home, the regret and sexual frustration had
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