One Night: A BWWM Interracial Romance (6 page)

Finally he ceased and reached both hands up to grab the sides of her underwear. Already filled with heated anticipation, she eagerly helped him along, lifting her hips once again until the thoroughly soaked panties were completely down her thighs.
 
He crawled backwards, taking the underwear with him as her legs came closer together to help remove the last obstruction from her body.
 

She kept her legs together as he flung them in the air behind him. His fur-lined loafers had been lost somewhere between the den and the bedroom but he was still wearing his pants. She bent her knees closer to her, keeping her hands across her chest. It was his turn to get undressed.
 

He obviously had other ideas.
 
He sat on the bed and leaned on his right arm to the left of her. His hand slid down one leg, admiring the smooth skin with awe.
 

“Are you just going to sit and look at me or are you going to take your pants off?” she finally asked.

“Patience,” he said with mock sternness. “Haven’t you ever heard of foreplay? I guess it really was a bad break up.”
 

Natalie gaped in outrage at that. She rose up on her elbows, prepared to get completely off the bed. “Why you—!”
 

“Lie down,” he said in an authoritative tone. “I was just kidding.
 
I promise it will be worth it,” he said, kissing her knee.
 

She lay back down on the bed, mostly due to the effect the alcohol had on her ability to be outraged.

He kissed his way down the outside of her thigh as his body slid down toward the bed. His hand hit the bottle of whiskey she had tossed on the bed earlier and he paused to look at it. Natalie watched as a gleam came to his eye and he grabbed it.
 

“No more!” she protested. “I’ve had enough,”
 

“Not like this you haven’t,” he said, pulling the cap off.
 

He tipped the bottle gently over her right knee until the liquid poured in a tiny dribble down her thigh.
 

Natalie spasmed and gasped at the same time. The stream changed direction, inward toward her pelvis.
 

“You’ll get the bed wet!” she protested.

He followed the stream with his lips, kissing up each drop of liquid.
 

“Not to worry,” he said, his lips bending down to kiss another drop up. “There’s already going to be a wet spot…with any luck.” He pulled his lips away from her thigh and grinned down her, amused at his witty little comment.
 

Natalie couldn’t help but smile. It was completely corny…but his lips.
 
Good Lord, they were doing something to her.
 
The hairs on his chin only added to the sensation, tickling the skin, before his lips followed to kiss it away. His mouth traced the whiskey trail down her inner thigh, closer and closer to….

Oh my god!

She gasped and arched her back as he pulled her legs fully apart. He sank his head between her thighs to where the whiskey ended.
 
His tongue lapped up the tiny pool of liquid right above the start of where her lips parted.
 
Natalie closed her eyes and squirmed underneath him.
 

He pulled away just long enough to put the top back on the bottle and toss it aside.
 
His head immediately went to work where it left off, his tongue tracing an invisible trail to where her inner most parts spread open.

Dear god, she forgot how good it felt.
 
She sighed as his tongue did the work of slipping through the folds to find the most perfect spot—
right there!
Her back arched more than before as she let out an intense moan. His lips surrounded the tiny nub, sucking gently as his tongue flicked rapidly over the top like the wings on a humming bird.

“Oh god,
 
Jake!” she groaned underneath his expert mouth. “Yes, that’s it….Oh my god! Yes!”
 

Her hands fell to his head, pushing him closer to her center and at the same time pulling his hair away from her in overstimulated ecstasy.
 

His hand slid down her inner thigh until they reached the opening just beneath his chin. Two fingers
 
slid in the now slippery folds to the gateway and pushed through. He curled them upward, stroking the soft, velvety walls, hitting just the right spot to make her moans turn into screams. He continued stroking in and out while his tongue did a dance on her clitoris. Natalie convulsed over and over as lightning shot through her body from the thundercloud of pleasure where Jake was buried between her legs.
 

By the time he came up for air, she was exhausted.
 

JAKE

God, she tasted delicious.
 

Jake loved the feeling of a woman experiencing pleasure around him, and Natalie was so damned responsive to his touch. The feeling of her soft, warm thighs brushing and then clamping against the sides of his face had sent the blood racing to his dick.
 

The smell and taste of her lingered on his lips, chin, and nose as he lifted his head to watch her in the final throes of the pleasure he had given her. He hated to waste a moment doing anything but bringing their bodies together, but he had to remove the final obstruction.
 

He sat up to take off his pants. Natalie’s eyes fluttered open at his absence.
 
As he brought the pants down and off his legs her eyes grew wide at some internal conflict.
 

“Condom?” she asked, desperation in her voice.
 

Good thought.
 

One of the few valuable lessons he had actually taken away from his dad: always be prepared. Specifically when it came to producing heirs, or rather, preventing such an act.

Jake reached over her, enjoying the view of her naked prone body, still glowing from her recent climax—and pulled open the drawer on the bedside table. His wallet was in there, with exactly one condom. It hadn’t been all that long since he replaced it after the prior one was used, but he was pretty sure it was still good.
 
Better than nothing.
 

“Someone was a boy scout,” she joked beside him.
 

He winked down at her with a smile as he ripped it open.
 

He got off the bed to make it easier to pull his briefs down. Her eyes lit up as his cock sprung free of the cotton. Jake was no porn star in the making, but he was pretty comfortable with his ability to hold his own. No complaints so far, and it looked as though tonight would be no exception.
 

He placed the latex over the engorged head and rolled it down the long shaft. He was hard as a rock after viewing Natalie’s naked, eager figure beneath him and feeling her convulsions of pleasure.
 
He couldn’t wait to see what she felt like wrapped around his dick. Just the thought made him quickly finish the business of wrapping himself so he could jump back on the bed and get between her spectacular legs again.

He knelt between her and brought his body forward, crawling on both hands until he was positioned right above her. He looked down into her face, reading the hunger in her eyes. She was ready and so was he.
 
He gently lowered himself on top of her and reached down to guide himself into the opening he had lubricated with his mouth and fingers.
 

He slid into the soft, smooth blanket of warmth, eased by the wetness that helped him along. He felt her sigh against his neck as he entered her fully, resting only momentarily before pulling out again. He sank into her again, going deeper this time. Her legs moved up his sides until he was as deep as possible inside of her.
 

She rocked her body underneath him as he worked himself into a steady rhythm of fucking her. As the momentum picked up, her fingers dug into his back. He spread his legs to brace himself as his speed picked up.
 
Her hips rose to meet every thrust, crowning the moment with a moan as his penis triggered the right spot to make her body respond.
 

“Oh god, Jake. Fuck me, fuck me,” she moaned beneath him, her fingernails digging crescents in his back.
 

His only response was to groan and throw his head back, feeling every bit of pressure around his shaft as he slipped in and out of her. The smell and taste and feel of her was overwhelming his senses. Everything about this felt right and wonderful. He held on, waiting for her to reveal her climax before his own release.
 

He was rewarded as he felt the soft embrace surrounding his cock convulse and vibrate in a shuddering orgasm. Her chest pressed hard into his as her back bent in an alarming arc.
 
The fingers dug firmly into his back and the sound that escaped her lips pierced his ears.
 

“Oh god,
yes
!” she screamed in a deafening yell, “Oh, Jake…oh Jake.”
 
It withered into a sigh as she said his name over and over.
 

His face fell into the pillow beside her as he finally released the dam of pleasure he had been holding in. His body shuddered and he groaned into the feathery softness as the latex barrier filled with his seed. He lay on top of her in recovery breathing as heavily as she was underneath him. Finally
 
he rolled over and fell onto the pillow beside her.
 

NATALIE

Natalie lay on the bed breathing heavily, her body still recovering. The orgasm had been wonderful.
 
Feeling Jake’s body stimulate her to completion had been exhilarating. She was still in an elated daze as she stared up at the ceiling, basking in the glow of counting herself among the women who were completely satisfied at this very moment.
 

Eventually reality spun its way back into her consciousness. The “rebound” had been spectacular, more than spectacular. They had both satisfied their needs.
 
She had no illusions that this would be anything more than two people getting off. She was leaving in the morning and he was…going back to where ever he came from. As much as she would love to stay in this luxurious suite and sleep off the whiskey in his strong arms, she didn’t want to make things awkward.
 

Best to start making moves to get going back to her room.
 

JAKE

Jake could feel the change in her body as they both came down from their high. He grabbed her before she could roll out of bed.
 

“Stay,” he said, simply.
 

He felt her pause underneath his firm hand, then she settled back into the bed, rolling back into his arms. Her head rested on his chest and he lightly stroked her back.
 

Eventually they slithered underneath the covers into a single cocoon and feel asleep in each other’s arms.
 

JAKE

Jake was the first to wake up.
 

His eyes squinted open as he felt the first pangs of a mild hangover. It wasn’t too terrible. He was used to finishing the bottle by himself and battling much worse the next day.
 
All a part of the ritual. Last night had changed all that. Once again he pondered what that meant for this, his seventh book.
 

He looked down at the head nestled in the crook of his arm. This one was going to have a rough go of it. He felt a tiny stab of guilt for his role in the unfortunate morning she was about to have. Hopefully the latter part of the night had been worth it.
 
He smiled as he recalled the details.
 

Jake wanted a shower badly. He momentarily pondered waking Natalie to join him and continue the fun. Instantly he thought better of it. Best to let her sleep off as much as possible.
 

He maneuvered himself from underneath her with the finesse of a thief navigating laser-beamed tripwires. By the time he slid off the edge of the bed she was still sound asleep, now resting on her side away from him.
 
As he drew away from the covers, they shifted down her smooth back. He paused to take note of the tattoo that he had been too preoccupied to seek out last night.
 

They did look like angel wings, and indeed they were placed at just the right longitude to be labeled a “tramp stamp.” Looking at that lovely expanse of brown skin the word “tramp” seemed blasphemous. His hand ached to feel the silkiness glide underneath his fingers.
 
He reached out his left hand and softly traced the dark ink with one finger.
 
She shifted in her sleep, the covers slipping further down her hips revealing the lovely swell that curved up from her waist.
 
He took a mental photograph of the whole scene.
 
This was one he wouldn’t forget.
 

He got up to head into the bathroom closing the door softly behind him. The bathroom was big and the shower was at the far end. He didn’t worry too much about the sound of the water waking her as he turned it on and stepped underneath the scalding waterfall.
 

Like most people, Jake used his time in the shower to think.
 
As he soaped himself up, he thought about last night. It was a one-night stand, plain and simple. Why had he asked her to stay, even when she had been so willing to leave? The feeling of her falling into a drunken sleep in his arms had been…comforting somehow. Maybe it was because he had done so much more talking than usual to get a woman into bed. Still, it had been worth it, even if it had completely upended his ritual after finishing a book.

That brought his mind around to the book. It was a decent output, of that he was sure. His fans would be pleased. Another Nick Zane adventure set in far off lands. Jake sighed. The writing had become somewhat formulaic at this point. The publishers would no doubt love it, but Jake was getting tired of it by now.
 
Writing had been fun in the beginning, even when it looked like the “hobby” was becoming his career. Now it was officially work, but he couldn’t just give it up. He had already quit one profession, even if he had lasted about the usual lifespan for someone in that field. He didn’t want to go through life being a quitter, especially at something he was obviously so talented at.