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He thrust balls deep in her, wrapped his arms around her body, and crashed his hot, demanding mouth against hers. Urging her lips apart, he sucked her tongue as he pumped his cock in and out of her eager body.

Still kissing and fucking her with hard, wonderful strokes, he rolled them over so that she sprawled on top of him.

Curling the fingers of one hand in her hair, he slid the other palm down her back.

She burned everywhere he touched her and loved the sensation.

Trailing a finger down her ass crease, he murmured against her lips.

She reluctantly dragged her mouth from his and opened her eyes. "What? What did you say?"

"I want you to fuck me. Ride me."

She pressed an open-mouth kiss against his warm lips before she sat up, still impaled on his cock. Placing her palms on his thighs, she slowly lifted her hips until only half his shaft remained inside her. 

She then leisurely sat on him. She licked her lips, savoring delight as his cock slid back into her. "Hmmm. That felt nice. Let's do it again."

He grunted, pushing his hips off the mattress and propelling himself deep in her. Cupping his big hands over her ass, he squeezed and pinched her cheeks.

"Somebody likes blonde pussy," she teased.

"Not because it's blond."

She ground her ass against his groin. "Then why?"

"Because it's yours." He slid a finger down her crack and pierced her anus.

A spark ignited deep in her belly. She arched her back and rocked her hips back and forth, grounding her pussy on his cock, making them both shudder with pleasure. "Oh..."

He slipped his finger into her bottom and slowly reamed it. The spark in her belly flared into a flame and singed its way down her body to her pussy. She tightened herself around him, tossing her head back.  And fucked herself harder on his cock.

Groaning and shuddering, he removed his finger from her ass so that he could grip both of her hips. He bounced her up and down on his cock with a force that sent shocks of pleasure radiating out from her pussy to encompass her entire body.

She held herself still for several moments while he drilled his cock in and out of her with a fast, sweet precision. "Oh..."

He lengthened his movements.

Digging her fingers into his thighs, she matched him stroke for stroke. Within minutes, they were moving together...thrusting at each other with a wanton, natural rhythm that sent Cherica's emotions spiraling out of control, along with her ability to do anything but gasp as a bomb of ecstasy detonated in her pussy.

As she moaned through her orgasm, he slid his big hands up her back, pulled her body down against his, and fucked her hard and fast through her climax. He curled his fingers in her hair, kissed her breathless, and then exploded.

She tightened her pussy around his ejaculating cock and sucked at his tongue until his hips stopped jerking and he collapsed against the bed.

She sprawled on top of him, pressing her cheek against his damp shoulder.

He stroked his hands down her body to her ass. "Damn, Rica, that was..."

"What?" she asked lazily. "Nice?"

"Nice? Oh, no. It was far more than nice."

"How much more?"

He slapped her ass. "Too damn good for words."

Pleased, she smiled and kissed his shoulder. "Yes. It was." She sighed and then slowly climbed off his cock.

He sat up.

Cherica turned onto her side and watched as he removed the condom, disposing of it in the bedside trashcan. He turned off the lights. When he stretched out on the bed again, she pulled the cover over them and cuddled close.

"Merry Christmas, Jay," she whispered.

"Thanks to you, this is probably going to be the best Christmas ever."

"For me too." She settled against him. Her exhilarating climax, combined with the alcohol she'd consumed earlier that night took its toll. She fell asleep within minutes.

Jayson woke her later.

Blinking the sleep from her eyes, she saw it was still dark outside. "Jay? What time is it?"

"It's time for some more loving. Yes?"

"Oh, yes." Hell yeah. Once she was fully awake, he positioned two pillows under her ass, tilted her hips, crawled between her legs, and ate her pussy with a slow enjoyment that made her toes curl and her back arch as she burst into a flaming orgasm.

Then, to her surprise, he slid his body behind hers, pulled the covers back over their bodies, and held her until she drifted back to sleep. Damn. What a wonderful surprise.

I
n the morning, Cherica woke alone in bed with a slight headache. Lying on her back with her eyes closed, her nostrils twitched. A faint remnant of sex filled the air. Her breasts felt sore. Memories of the night before spent in Jayson's arms flooded her senses. Sex with him had been nearly everything she'd hoped it would be. A commitment from him would have made it perfect.

Eager to see him and to gauge his reaction to their night together, she sat up.

Jayson sat on the single chair in the bedroom watching her. Fully dressed. Damn. That didn't bode well for a Christmas morning fuck. She smiled at him. "Morning, handsome."

A brief smile touched his lips. "Morning, beautiful girl."

It would be if he joined her in bed. "Why so overdressed?"

He sighed. "We need to talk, Rica."

That didn't sound like a good we need to talk. "Sure. What about?"

"About last night."

Oh hell. Having your man wanting to talk about the previous night after you'd finally slept together was not a good thing. "What about it, Jay?"

"As you must know, it was fantastic."

"But? Let's skip ahead to the but."

"But the timing of it might have been a little inappropriate."

Oh, Jay. Don't do this to me.
"Meaning what?"

"That we should have given a little more forethought to the ramifications that our sleeping together would have."

She didn't need to ask on whom. A wave of disappointment surged through her. How like a man to express regrets and reservations
after
the fuck. Now that he'd gotten what he wanted, he was clearly worried about what his mother and sisters would say. Or maybe he expected...If he expected her to beg him not to leave, he could damn well think again. She pulled the blanket up to cover her bare breasts. "It's all right, Jay. You don't have to say anything else. We both had a little too much to drink last night and now that we're sober..."

He frowned. "For the record; I never drink and drive. I was sober last night. What's your point, Rica?"

She swallowed hard. He was going to make her spell it out. "Okay. Now that
I'm
completely sober we both know last night was a mistake."

He arched a brow. "Do we?"

She frowned. "Yes; at least that's what you just said—"

"Are you still half asleep? Because that is not what I said."

But it had clearly been what he'd meant. She lowered her lids to conceal what she suspected what a hurt look in her eyes. "It's all right. We've been friends too long to risk our friendship over a night of...meaningless sex."

"Meaningless sex? What the fuck, Rica?"

"So..."

"So what?"

She shrugged. "You know."

"No. I don't know." He rose and moved across the room to stare down at her. "Suppose you spell it out for me and then we'll both know."

"What's to spell out?" He was clearly fearful of his mother and sisters' reaction to their becoming a couple. "So let's just consider last night water under the bridge and move on."

"Like it never happened?"

She nodded, forcing herself to meet his gaze.

"Is that what you want, Rica? Or is it what Dave would want you to say?"

She flushed. Granted Dave might prefer she and Kia date only Caucasian men, but what person didn't have some preferences? He wasn't a raging racist who thought his skin color made him better than anyone else. "If you're going to go on a rant about his being prejudiced, let's not forget that your mother and your precious, match-making sisters won't like the idea of our having spent the night together any more than you think Dave would." She tossed her head angrily. "But you can make everything right with them by telling them you were just slumming last night."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"It means you've never even dated any woman who wasn't fully black. Have you?"

"No," he admitted. "But what—"

"That's what I thought." She tossed the cover back and slipped from the bed. "Last night was an experience I want to remember with pleasure. So let's drop this conversation before it turns ugly, Jay." She walked across the room towards the bathroom.

"Cherica..."

She turned to face him, schooling herself to keep her gaze cool. "Yes?"

He raked a hand through his hair. "If you think so little of my family..."

"What?" She challenged, angry and hurt and not really caring what she said or how he took it.

"Then you're right. Last night was probably a mistake."

She flushed again—this time with anger before she walked into the bathroom. She closed the door and sank against it, shaking.
Oh, Jay. How can you tear my world apart like this?

He tapped on the door. "Cherica?"

She took a slow, shuddering breath. "What?"

"I promised Mom I'd have breakfast with her this morning."

Of course you did. Just like the damned mama's boy you so clearly are and always will be.
"Why am I not surprised?"

He responded with a defensive edge in his voice. "Don't make it sound as if it's unnatural for me to spend Christmas with my family. That prejudiced brother of yours wanted you to do the same thing."

"Yes he did, but I left with you instead," she reminded him.

He sighed. "And I appreciate that, Rica."

Not from where she sat.

"Look, we're not getting anywhere and I think we both need some time away from each other before we can discuss last night without saying hurtful things to each other. And there's no reason why we should be hurting each other."

Then why are you leaving me when you must know how much I want you to stay?
She bit her lip to still the impulse to ask the question. He was clearly determined to go and she was just as determined not to deteriorate into one of those needy, sobbing women men couldn't wait to distance themselves from.

"I have to go, but I'll call you later and we'll iron things out between us."

She shook her head. "There's nothing to iron out, Jayson."

"We shouldn't be at each other's throats after last night. There's a lot to discuss to make things right between us."

She had a feeling nothing she could say would weaken his desire to please his mother—even if it meant refusing to admit how he felt about her. The sooner she accepted that fact, the better off she'd be. "We both enjoyed last night. We're friends."

"Friends? Oh, come on. You can say that after last night?"

"Yes. Friends with...temporary benefits."

"Tempor...look, I have to go. Let's leave this until we can discuss this rationally."

Of course she was the one he probably considered irrational. But then he was probably right. If she'd been thinking clearly, she wouldn't have slept with him until he was ready to stand up to his family. Unfortunately, he was such a devoted son and brother, she just didn't see that happening. "Let's just move on and make sure the next time we have a little too much to drink we don't end up in bed."

"I already told you I was stone-cold sober last night, Rica."

Despite his denials, she knew alcohol had lowered their inhibitions enough to make them both think that sleeping together was a good idea when it had so obviously been a bad one. Given how close they were with their respective families, any relationship beyond friendship was out of the question.

"I think it did and I think we both need to admit last night was a pleasant mistake and move on. Promise, Jayson?"

He didn't respond.

She rose and opened the door.

He stood on the other side, his lowered lids concealing the expression in his dark eyes.

She stared up at him. "Promise?"

He sighed and shook his head. "Cherica—"

"Please just promise me, Jay. Then go enjoy breakfast with your mom and tell her I said Merry Christmas." She caressed his cheek. "Please?"

He sighed again before he finally nodded. "If that's what you want."

It wasn't but it was probably the best course to pursue. After all, there was a reason they'd never slept together before. She nodded. "It is."

"Really?"

"Yes, Jay. Really."

"Fine! Have it your way. Last night was a pleasant...mistake."

Although she felt as if he'd thrust a knife deep in her heart, she flashed him a brief smile. "Good."

"Oh, Rica...girl. Come on. We—"

"You'd better go before we do something else we'll both regret."

"That implies I regret last night and I don't."

Neither did she, but only because she was so in love with him that she couldn't wish the happiest night of her life away.

He caressed her cheek and bent his head to kiss the corner of her mouth. "Merry Christmas, Rica."

She closed her eyes and balled her hands into fists to keep from linking her arms round his neck. "Merry Christmas, Jay," she whispered. "Will you see yourself out?"

He sighed and then nodded.

She stepped back, slowly closing the bathroom door as he turned away.

When she heard her apartment door open and close, she swallowed the urge to cry and stepped into the shower. She would not cry because Jayson agreed with her that the most emotionally fulfilling and exciting night of her life had been a mistake. It would just take her a while to accept it, but she would deal with it and move on.

And she'd somehow find the strength to remain friends with him since she wasn't ready to even consider breaking off all contact with him; at least not now. After the holidays might be a different story. Might? No. It would be a different story. Granted, she was probably being weak and needy, but she wanted at least one holiday season of being more than friends with him to cherish and remember.