Black Girls and Bad Boys: Changing his Tune by Neneh J. Gordon Page B

hands went to his face, then to his waist, then to his ass. He
guided his aching cock up inside her and both of them gasped. “I wish you could
see yourself,” he said as he started to move inside her.
    He pulled out and went deeper, his eyes never leaving hers. She was
so amazing and she didn’t even know it. This time, he took things slowly,
drawing out every touch, every tensing of her muscles around him. He took her
breast in his hand and she blinked ever so slowly. He took another kiss, but
however many times his lips met hers it was never enough. Her mouth opened to
his tongue just as her sex welcomed him in.
    Noah held back for as long as he could, but he couldn’t keep going
forever. His orgasm crept over him slowly and steadily. He felt it build,
raising goosebumps on his naked skin. He shouted as he came, clutching at her
breast until he worried he might hurt her. But she was still smiling at him.
    After a pause to let the sensations run their course, he started up
again, thrusting harder to bring on her climax before his erection faded away.
Holding her by the wrists, he rammed into her, feeling her breasts jounce
between them. He wished he was ready to come again, but then orgasm number two
took her and it was enough just to watch. She spasmed around him, her mouth
forming a little ‘o’ of pleasure. He held himself above her as the wave
subsided. When it was over, he lay beside her and they shared tender kisses.

CHAPTER 11
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    A fter several false starts and somehow managing to run out of time
for breakfast, Angelique and Noah made it back to the tour bus before nine.
She’d considered heading over there separately to make things less obvious, but
it was pretty pointless. Everyone had seen them go for a walk together and then
stay out all night. She drew the line at holding hands though. There was no
reason to actively draw attention to themselves.
    John, all three members of the band and all of the roadies lined up
on the tarmac to welcome them back and they got a standing ovation. Even the
driver clapped from his seat behind the wheel.
    “I won’t ask where you’ve been,” said John as he ushered them
inside.
    She didn’t say a word. Neither did Noah. A flush of warmth crept up
her throat, but in the main she was too happy to feel embarrassed. They were
both adults. They could do as they pleased.
    Angelique went straight to her bunk and got out her new Ian Rankin.
Climbing onto the bed with it was tempting, but in the end she settled for
taking it to the table. It was insanely difficult to concentrate on reading,
but it was easier than having to look anybody in the eye. Noah plonked himself
down next to her. She didn’t look up, but he squeezed her thigh under the table
and she squeezed him back.
    Surprisingly, no one said much about the new couple after that. The
tour got into full swing and Angelique got to see Noah in proper rock star
mode. Watching him up there on a huge stage with all the lighting effects, and
hearing the crowd scream for him – it was pretty damn surreal.
    The man whose name they were shouting – who women were lining up to
see at the stage door – that was the man who’d told her she was beautiful and
made love to her in a way she’d never experienced. She watched him play every
night for a week straight and she still wasn’t able to reconcile those two
versions of him.
    They didn’t get another chance to sneak away together – John had set
the tour up so it started off gently, but after the first couple of days the
pace really picked up. Things got so hectic, she couldn’t help worrying what
Noah might be tempted to do in his down-time. She spent as much time with him
as possible, and everyone on the tour knew what his situation was, but little
seeds of concern quickly grew into some sizable fears.
    What worried her most was that he’d taken to lying closed up in his
bunk for great chunks of the day. It was a classic sign of depression. And