“Now this is an ass,” he says huskily. In time with the persistent suction of his mouth, he squeezes my butt until it’s like a pulse thrumming through my whole body. Before I question it, I add my own cadence with the rhythmic squeezing of my breast, brushing a thumb over my nipple. Tiny cries sneak past my lips and I don’t even try to stop them. It’s so good I’ll explode. All self-consciousness is long gone. I’m now thrusting my hips against his lips, pressing my wet flesh to his mouth and he keeps eating, slurping, until the sinews, the muscles, the bones in my body liquify and I melt, hands squeezing his shoulders to stay standing. I come so hard, my vision goes dark and then splinters with fireworks.
Sinking my fingers into the thick, dark waves of his hair, I pump my hips, giving him everything–my inhibitions, full access to the secrets of my body, carte blanche. And he takes advantage, gripping my thighs so hard as he drinks from my body’s liquid offering that I know I’ll bruise. I can’t wait to see it tomorrow in the starkness of morning. The only reminder I’ll have of his full possession.
His mouth slows and his grip eases as I come down from the stratosphere that orgasm sent me to. I’m all lassitude and listlessness, but when I pry my eyes open to peer down at him, lust blazes back from his stare.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard your husband will never satisfy you again,” he says it like a warning. Like it’s my last chance to escape, but I have no desire to run.
“Do it.” My voice holds the paradox of a command and a plea. “He won’t be my husband much longer anyway.”
One dark brow elevates, and a smile graces his lips, shiny with the essence of my body. Holding my stare, somehow commanding me even though he’s the one on his knees, he deliberately drags his tongue over his lips, making sure I know he’s savoring the taste of me there.
“That’s some good pussy,” he laughs. “I could be down here all night.”
“I thought you were gonna fuck me so hard my—”
“Oh, right.” He stands abruptly, bringing our bodies so close the buttons of his shirt scrape the sensitive skin of breasts, brush nipples already swollen from his devouring mouth. He towers over me by almost a foot, and I look up at him in something close to awe. In five years of marriage and a year of dating before that, Trey never made me feel like this. Never made me come so hard or feel this desired. The night that was supposed to be about him has become about me, and I selfishly hope Trey fucks Raina and Ralph all night so I can have as much time with Harper as possible.
“How do you want it?” he asks, his voice scraping into the quiet of the room.
“On the wall.” Before I had time to wonder what he wants, to defer my pleasure the way I so often have with Trey, I say what I want. Exactly what I want. I don’t wonder if Trey was right and that I might be too heavy. Harper’s a big man with a fully functional voice. If he wants something else, he can tell me.
He takes a few steps forward, which forces me a few steps back. We keep moving with purpose, our bodies barley separate and so attuned to each other. He grips my hips, guiding me where he wants me to go, until my back hits the wall. Having kept my eyes fixed on his, I had no idea it was that close, and the contact knocks the breath from my body. He dips until his lips rest at my ear, hands on either side of my head, caging me against the wall.
“Take me out.”
The raspy order sends shivers through me, and goosebumps sprout across my arms. Trying not to fumble, I reach for his belt, unbuckling it with shaking hands when he takes my earlobe between his lips.
“Oh.” My breaths stagger. “Shit.”
“You feel how hard I am for you?”
I do. My fingers find him behind his zipper.
He’s going to tear this pussy up.
I know it, not just because of how long and hard he is in my hand, but because of the way his eyes devour every visible inch of me, like he’s in a cage and as soon as the door swings open, this ass is his.
“In my pocket,” he says. “Condom.”
Thank God he had the presence of mind to remember because my brain is so lust-fogged and I’m so exhilarated, he would have been inside me raw before I even thought to protest. Impatient to feel more of him, I push his pants down, the belt jangling when it hits the floor. His boxers are next, coasting over powerful thighs and hair-dusted calves. He is, in a word, magnificent, and I’m not convinced I’m awake. This must be a dream, having Superman’s doppelganger eager to fuck me against a wall. I take the condom from his pocket, opening it and pulling it over the hard length of him. Biting my lip, I hold back a squeal of delight.
“Pull it,” he commands, his voice hoarse as our temples kiss.
I take him gently in hand, tugging and rubbing my thumb over the head.
“Don’t play with it,” he laughs into my hair. “Harder.”
I add pressure and tug until he grunts and nods his head beside mine against the wall. He’s stiff and big, hot steel between my fingers. He slips his hand between my legs, and my face heats at the wet sounds my pussy makes as he works my seam. Pinches my clit, thrusts two fingers inside and then, without asking if I can take it, adding another. I gasp. His fingers are huge and he pushes in aggressively, tipping his head back so he can watch my face.
“I like this tight hole,” he says, his voice hushed on the dirty words. “You’re gonna feel this tomorrow.”
He kisses my cheek, drops his lips and draws the skin at my throat into his mouth, sucking hard and long.
Marking me.
“So your husband will know I took my time with you,” he whispers into my ear, his hot breath dancing over my nerve endings and making me shudder.
I can’t form words to answer. I’m so overwhelmed by sensation and the reality of what we’re about to do. I look down between us, and in the dim light, I see his huge dick in my hand, pale against my skin.
“I’ve never been with a white guy,” I say, husking out a laugh. “There’s a first time for everything, huh?”
“Not my first,” he says, rubbing the pad of his finger over my clit in a slow, deliberate caress.
“You’ve fucked a Black girl before?” I ask, not sure why I’m surprised.
“Several.” He grins. “My last two girlfriends and some before. I stopped counting, not that it matters.”
“Oh.” I didn’t expect that for whatever reason. My own preconceived notions. “The blacker the berry, huh?”
“I’m only concerned about the second part of that,” he says, with a sly grin, taking his fingers from my pussy and bringing them to his lips. “The sweeter the juice.”
And he shoves the three fingers that were just inside me deep into his mouth, closing his eyes, sucking and licking them clean. My mouth falls open, shock and wanton desire leaving me breathless. As if the taste of me on his fingers galvanized him into action, he grips my thighs, hoisting me up, back pressed into the wall. On instinct, I lock my ankles behind his back, anchoring myself to him. He doesn’t huff or act like it’s hard the way Trey said he’d have to do. It’s effortless and he is singularly focused on getting inside. It’s such a turn on, his strength and obvious desire for me exactly as I am. His eyes, his hands, his quickening breaths told me how much he desires me, and even though he is a stranger, I’m not self-conscious about my nakedness.