Bayou Stix Series: Bayou Stix Limited Edition Box Set (134 page)

Ugh. I don’t have time for this. Shaking my head to stop the downward spiral, I step into the shower and quickly wash off. Within minutes, I’m done. Grabbing a towel, I quickly blot my skin and wrap it around my waist.

Shit, I don’t have any clothes in here. I have to cross the hall. Tifanie is in the living room though, so I can make it without her seeing me. I feel weird though.

It’s not a big deal. Grab some clothes to throw on and then let’s go see what she has for me.

Opening the door, the steam billows into the hallway. I step out. The air is much cooler out here, so I stop for a minute to feel the difference on my skin. A gasp makes me jump and my towel loosens. Instincts kick in and I grab it before it falls completely off, but not quick enough to stop from flashing her.

I look up and Tifanie is staring at me and her mouth is opening and closing with no sound emerging. Her eyes are raking my body and though I have the towel on, I feel like I’m naked. My pulse quickens and the blatant appreciation and desire on her face has my groin stirring.

Shit! This is not good. Or is this very good?! I don’t even know what I want right now.

I should walk into my bedroom, but I can’t. I’m rooted to the floor with my anatomy lengthening as Tifanie rakes her gaze over me. It’s almost like I can physically feel her gaze. It’s like a caress.

Neither of us moves. She stares and I watch her… watch me. My hand is tightly gripping the cotton at my hip, keeping it covering the parts of me that are now standing at attention from the unadulterated lust on her face.

She licks her lips as she watches my cock lengthen and press against the towel. The gesture causes it to harden even more.

I can’t breathe. I’ve had women before. A lot of them. I’ve had them want me, but I’ve never had anyone look at me like Tifanie is looking at me right now. It’s so empowering.

The urge to take her, to claim her, to sear myself on her mind and body is suddenly too much to withstand. I can’t stop myself. My hand loosens on the cotton and it falls. My cock stops its descent.

Tifanie watches with rapt attention and her bosom jerks with the deep breaths she’s taking. Her legs appear to be shaking and she places her hand against the wall to steady herself.

With a little move to the side, the towel falls to the floor and I’m standing before her, fully nude in the hallway.

Her eyes drink me in and her hands are clenching and unclenching at her sides.

Nothing matters right now. Nothing except taking what she’s willing to give. She told me she was here and she wanted me, she said her intentions were clear.

It’s past time I took her up on her offer.

Tifanie

D
ear lord. Whatever picture I had in my head, whatever fantasy I conjured up, nothing compares to the sight in front of me right now.

Cruz is absolutely perfect. His body is pure perfection. The muscles are bulging and good lord, his dick is massive. I guess what they say about black men is true. I’m a little frightened, but I want him.

Is this really happening? I’m scared to move in case it’s a dream and I wake up…

My gaze drinks in the magnificence of the man in front of me.

I’m in shape. I’ve been with men who cared about their bodies before, but never in my life have I witnessed such absolute perfection. It’s almost like he’s a painting on a canvas, an immortal god. I blink to make sure this is in fact really happening. Is he really standing in front of me like this?!

He’s still there. Staring at me. I have to touch. I have to taste. I want to devour him. The air in the hallway feels electric.

Cruz is naked in front of me. I’m jumping at this chance. Taking a breath and standing as tall as I’m able on wobbly legs, I take a step toward him. He watches me.

Letting my eyes start at his feet, I travel his impressive height and memorize every plane and angle of his body. I want to remember this forever. As I get to his crystal blue eyes, I see pure want in them. His nostrils flare and he takes a step in my direction.

Two more from him has me pressed against the wall, his naked body against me. His cock is pressing against the apex of my thighs as he grabs my hair and tips my head back. Before I can breathe, he takes my mouth in a brutal kiss. It’s hard and aggressive. One hand is holding my head back as he consumes my mouth. His tongue sweeps past my teeth as I gasp and he explores every recess of my mouth. My tongue immediately joins his. His other hand grabs my knee and curves my leg around his hip, pressing him more firmly against me. My short dress is pushed up and his hand palms my ass.

His lips leave my mouth and it feels bruised and swollen, but I don’t care. The sensations are so exquisite I’m scared to move. I don’t want to spook him and I’m praying he doesn’t stop. His mouth trails over my neck and down to the scoop neck of my dress. His tongue trails across the tops of my breasts. I’m moaning and holding tightly to his head, keeping him in place.

His hands leave my hair and both cup my hips as his lips and tongue weave a sensual trail across my bust. I’m moaning and using the wall to hold myself upright on one leg as both hands cradle his head and hold him on my breasts.

His hands travel over my hips and push my dress up to bunch at my waist. The cool air caresses my butt cheeks as they are exposed with only my tiny thong between us. His hands knead and caress my ass as his mouth finds a nipple through the dress. I’m dying here. “Ohhhh, Cruz. Touch me, please touch me.”

He chuckles against my breast. “I am touching you.”

Grabbing his head, I pull and make him look at me. His eyes are almost navy they are so dark with his arousal. Leaning in, I nip his full bottom lip and groan into his mouth, “No,
TOUCH ME
!”

Still staring into my eyes, he smiles and the beauty of it causes chills to race up my spine. His fingers push my thong to the side. The cool air teases my steaming folds. I bite my lip to stop from screaming out but a groan escapes from my throat anyway. His fingers brush across my mound. I push against his hand. He slips a finger into my wetness and I moan in appreciation. He mutters against my mouth, “Like this?” as his fingers enter and retreat at a leisurely pace. Throwing my head back, I thrust against his hand as he slowly and intimately fucks me with his fingers.

Opening my eyes, I can see the strain on his face. Bringing my head up, I wrap my arms around his shoulders and lean into his ear, taking the lobe into my mouth. He groans. I whisper, “Let go. Don’t be gentle. I can take it.”

His head snaps up and he grits his teeth. His finger picks up the pace. He adds a second one and then he’s finger fucking me furiously. His fingers are ramming into me, and they’re so long they are hitting my sweet spot. I’m wailing against the wall, my arms wrapped around his neck and shoulders are the only things holding me up. He rubs my clit with his thumb as he slams his fingers into me and his other hand grips my hip to hold me in place.

My eyes cross and I start shaking as the orgasm rolls through me. Screaming out, I shatter all over his hand. “Ohhhhh. Yes, baby. That’s so good.
Finally!!
Dear God,
YES!
”

As I come down from my high, my leg slips off his hip. I open my eyes to glance at him and see the grimace on his face. Shuddering one last time, I stand with his help. “Why the grimace? Don’t you dare say you regret that.”

He chuckles. “No, I don’t.” He points down. “I’m just in pain here.”

I laugh and give him a light shove. He looks startled. Stepping around him, I grab his hand and pull. It’s soaking wet. “Come on, lover.” Heading across the hall, I give his hand another yank. “I’m going to take care of that for you. It’s your turn. I’m not nearly done with you.” His brow arches. “My legs are jelly after that intense orgasm. I need a bed before I collapse.”

He nods and follows me into his bedroom.

Taking a quick glance around, I notice the masculine colors, but, I really like the dark sleigh bed. It’s about to get some use.

Cruz has allowed me to take the lead and I’m still extremely riled up, even after that amazing introduction in the hallway.

Turning, I grab him and move him in front of me. He allows me to. Pushing him, he lounges on the bed and I climb up and over him. He’s still nude and I have too many clothes on. Standing back up, I pull my dress down my arms and grab my thong as it grazes over my hips. They both land in a heap on the floor. I’m left in my black lace bra and black knee boots. Reaching behind me, with Cruz’s eyes following every move, I unhook the bra and let it slither down my arms, before tossing it onto the pile of clothes on the floor. Leaving the boots on, I climb back over him and straddle him. His massive erection is pressed against the wetness at my thighs. Leaning over, I kiss him and he strains up to kiss me back. My hands are braced near his head as I slowly grind against him and feast on his mouth. His hands leave the bed and run up and down my sides… from my hips to the sides of my breasts. My aching breasts. His hands engulf them and he rolls the nipples. I continue to moan into his mouth as we kiss and I create glorious friction down below with my movements.

Breaking the kiss, I trail my lips over his chest, stopping at his nipples to pay them some attention. They are pebbled, and when my breath grazes them, I feel his cock jerk against me. Reaching down, I grasp him firmly in my hand and use the wetness from myself to stroke him. It’s like liquid satin and he’s so hard, I can feel the veins pulse in my palm. I have to taste.

My mouth and hair create a devilish trail down his stomach and stop at his hip bones. His “V” is amazing. My tongue licks from one side to the other and with every pass, I get closer and closer to the satiny length in my warm hand. I finally center my mouth over the tip and lick the bead off the tip. I watch his face as I do it. His eyes fly open and he stares at me with hollowed cheeks and gritted teeth. Staring into his eyes, I take his considerable length into my mouth. He’s salty and his smell is intoxicating. My hands circle the base as I work the tip and most of the shaft in and out of my warm, wet mouth. His eyes close and his head falls back. I’m getting so turned on with the sounds he’s making, moisture is running freely down my thighs.

His moans increase as he pumps his hips in time with my lips. Grabbing my hair, he pulls my mouth off him and pulls me up his body. He flips us and mutters, “I have to be inside you, Tifanie.”

His weight is supported by his arms and his face is tight and beautiful with his restraint. Leaning up, I cup his face. I whisper, “So, what are you waiting for?”

His eyes close and he leans into my hand for a brief minute. He takes a deep breath. Opening his eyes, he stares at me. The look in them takes my breath away. He glances at his bedside table as I rub intimately against him.

I make a split second decision. I’m always careful. I’m a paramedic for God’s sake, but I’m going with my gut. I speak. “Cruz, I’m safe. I’m on the pill and I’m safe. Are you?”

His eyes search my face and he nods. “I am. I’m tested regularly.”

My chest swells and I smile at him. “Good.” Wrapping my legs around his waist, I use my hand to guide him to my entrance. “So, take me.”

His muttered, “You sure?” is all I need to hear. My nod is lost on a throaty moan as I arch up and he glides in.

His guttural groan fuels the fire and as one, we start to move. He bears down and I arch my back to raise up. My hands travel up his arms and across his chest before circling his back. His pace quickens and I can feel the mattress bounce underneath me as the bed moves. It’s fucking amazing.

He slows down and I open my eyes. His face looks tense. I ask, “What’s wrong?”

He mutters, “I don’t want to hurt you.”

Smiling, I slam my pelvis into his; his eyes roll back and he throws his head back. “Ahhhhh.”

I love the expression on his face. I repeat my movement and as the sound echoes in the room, he looks down at me. I smile. “I’m not a china doll, Cruz. You can’t break me. Do with me what you want. I’m not going anywhere!”

His eyes flash triumph and he starts furiously slamming into me as I match him thrust for thrust. The slapping of flesh and our breathy moans are the only sounds in the room. My nails are raking his back and I’m probably tearing his skin. I’ve never been fucked like this before. It’s hard, rough, and animalistic while still being romantic. It’s amazing.

My legs are over his shoulders and he’s using them to help propel himself deeper in and out of me. Every glide of his cock is hitting my g-spot from this angle and I’m about to fucking lose my mind. The room starts to spin and my body starts to shake. “Oh Cruz, I need to cum. I’m about to cum. Yes, baby. Give it to me. I want you to give it to me…
YES!!!
”

My head is thrown back against the bed and my nails dig into his back as my thighs clench around his head and I scream out with my release. My release must trigger something in him, because he grabs my hips and anchors me in place as he furiously slams into me. “Tifanie. You feel amazing. You’re amazing. Mmmmmmmm. Ahhhhhhh.
Oh, sh———-hit!
” As he cums, his fingers dig into my hips.