The walk down the corridor seemed endless. Terry slammed into his cabin, locked the door, and made it into Su-Lin’s room within minutes. He heard the sound of running water, and visions of Su-Lin naked and foamy slithered into his brain.
Six days. Six interminable days, and he’d become so obsessed with her, with sheathing his aching prick in her hot little pussy. He thunked his head against the head’s doorframe and allowed the thought that had been percolating since their first night to formulate. If he took her, if he made her his, could he ever let her go? Fear held him paralyzed, and he knew he’d hold off for as long as he could. A woman-child like Su-Lin would never stay with a black soul like his.
Lifting his eyelids, he spied the outline of her nubile body through the sheer plastic shower stall. As he watched, she bent at the waist to scrub her toes. Desperation-fueled lust had his cock throbbing, hard as granite, balls so tight, so locked, it wouldn’t take much to lose what was left of his precarious control.
Wet, slick pussy, pink folds, drops of moisture like iridescent pearls nestled in soft, sable ringlets; Terry’s hands balled into fists. The remembered taste of her nectar fed every jerky movement; he discarded his T-shirt in the bedroom and toed off his jeans before he opened the translucent shower enclosure.
“Terrence,” she said, one onyx eyebrow lifting, wet black hair clinging to her shoulders and back. “I woke up dreaming about you.”
“Did you, darlin’? What kind of dream, my sweet aphrodisiac?” He nipped the curve of her nape and fitted his throbbing cock along the seam of her ass. He assumed possession of the soap. Sniffing the soft lather, Terry murmured, “Peach. Somehow, I see you as a cherry, red, round, glistening, waiting for my mouth. I’ll have to order new soap.” He’d worked up a thick layer of foam between his hands.
“Turn around, darlin’. Stick your foot on the bench. Such strong thighs.” He trailed a finger along her quadriceps muscle. “Wider, spread your legs wider. That’s it. Jaysus, your pussy’s pouting.” He used both hands, one holding the hood of her clit, the other massaging the little nub, fingering, pinching. “That’s it, work it against my thumb, I can feel you starting, your tight tunnel spasming. Do you know how much I want to be inside you, to feel you milking me? There isn’t a second I don’t picture my cock sliding into your pussy. That’s it, darlin’, grind against my hand.”
Her eyelids drifted shut, and her knees buckled, but he kept her standing, both palms and fingers covering her back to front, sliding, slipping through honeyed cream. She gave a shout and crumpled. Terry scooped one hand under her knees and cradled her tight against his chest. He ate up the distance to his bed. They both tumbled onto the soft mattress in a tangle of caressing hands and mouths, the soft sheets absorbing shower moistness from their skin.
She sighed and a whisper of air tickled his collarbone. “I’m boneless, I feel all sugary and warm, and all these little aftershocks are making me so wet. Terrence, why are you waiting?”
Pretending to ignore her meaning, he attempted to deflect the issue. “You know I’m not a patient man. It’s my turn next.”
“Why won’t you make love to me?”
Terry had to meet her gaze; the waver in her voice did him in. “You’re so young, Su-Lin. There are a lot of ways we can enjoy each other without me taking your virginity.”
“You don’t want to anymore?”
Her lower lip quivered, and he couldn’t stand the hurt evident in her slumped shoulders. Crushing her to him, he feathered kisses all over her face and whispered, “There’s nothing more I want in the world. But, darlin’, I don’t want to hurt you, and no matter what we do I won’t be able to avoid that.”
“I have it on good authority that it only hurts the first time,” she said, lifting her head to look him in the eyes. “I’ve dreamed about having you inside of me, of you making us one.”
“Are you sure, darlin’?” He thumbed the dimple in her chin.
“I’m sure, Terrence. I’m very sure.” She met his gaze head-on, unflinching, wearing a tentative smile.
“Then let me make your first time special, Su-Lin Taylor.”
“Not today?” she asked, angling her chin to the right.
The disappointment evident in her mournful question had his lips twitching.
“Not today. Shh,” he said, cupping her cheeks. “Don’t look like that. There are things I can do, that I need, to make it as easy as possible, and I don’t have them now. Will you trust me on this?”
“I trust you,” she answered, heaving a long sigh.
He chuckled. “But that doesn’t mean we’re finished today. Not by a long shot. Open your eyes, Su-Lin. We begin today with sixty-nine. Head against the pillows, woman.” He chose lurid words, cold instructions, and his lips firmed when her eyes jerked away from his. A flood of color stained her cheeks, and one plump lower lip quivered. The slight tremor stabbed his soul. Terry brushed a forefinger along soft, rosy flesh. “Sweet Su-Lin, I’m a randy ass to be so vulgar. You make me want to be a better man.”
Concern lit her flashing eyes; she touched two fingers to his lips. “You are a wonderful man, Terrence O’Connor.”
“I’m no hero, darlin’.”
“You’re my hero,” she whispered.
For one suspended moment, he searched for a way to make those words true, but Carol-Ann’s face rose between them, blurring his vision.
Seeking refuge in lust, Terry buried his face between her thighs and inhaled, absorbing the musky smell of her arousal, tongue lapping and licking, fingers itching for penetration. Inserting both thumbs, he kneaded, pressed, gnawed lightly at the dewy knob, now twice its resting size, flushed deep red, a vision of heady beauty. “I love the way you smell, the way your body opens to me. Come again, darlin’, one more time.”
He ate at her folds, slurping up every drop of moisture, swirling the cream toward her center, edging both thumbs higher and higher until he met her hymen. Working a furious rhythm, a staccato burst of pumping digits, he nipped her clit, sawing his teeth back and forth, and she screamed and locked her thighs around his head.
In a split second, he reversed their positions. “Cup your breasts. Mound them together, that’s it, darlin’.” He dipped his hand between her legs, coating his fingers, and then spread the cream over her breasts. “Hold, hold there, keep them squeezed together.” Wrapping his hands around hers, he pumped, using her large nipples as purchase.
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