Dark Star by Roslyn Holcomb

as he preferring swimming and
running to bulk-building sports. His muscles were sleek and smooth,
and rippled under his tawny skin. Unable to resist its allure, she
reached out and grabbed his penis. He moved closer to the bed as
she stroked it from tip to base and then up again. She leaned
forward to take him into her mouth, then encircled the head with
her tongue loving his masculine aroma and the salty taste of
pre-cum. He tensed under her ministrations then he pulled away.
    “ Are you the only one who’s going to get a
treat? You got to see me naked. When do I get to see you?” he
asked, sounding as though he’d run for a couple of miles.
    Tonya stood and slowly pulled the moss green
sweater she wore over her head. Underneath she wore only a thin
cotton tank. No bra. Being a small A-cup she seldom bothered. Then
she unzipped her jeans and slipped them over her hips standing
before him clad only in a very scanty pair of panties and the tank
top. She was somewhat self-conscious about her body. She was tall
and lanky, lacking any real womanly curves, except for her backside
which Nate raved about, but as far as she could tell it was no
rapper’s delight. However, the way he was looking at her now,
removed all doubt as to her desirability. His eyes followed the
contours of her body as though he wanted to imprint the memory
forever; they were so hot with sensuality she could feel the steam
against her bare flesh. She removed the tank top, pausing a moment
to bask in the lustful appreciation of his searing gaze before
slipping back into his embrace.
    They moved with desperate urgency.
Apparently he’d given up on taking it slow because he pushed her
back until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. He pressed her
legs apart and knelt between them. He unceremoniously ripped off
her panties and buried his face between her thighs. Tonya sank back
onto the bed overcome by the carnality of it all. He spread her
legs farther, holding them apart on the crooks of his arms as he
leaned forward, examining her closely. “Belle. Tu es belle,” he said and she was able to translate that even with her
schoolgirl French. He was telling her she was beautiful. He didn’t
speak any other language for the rest of the night and he didn’t
need to. His begging, beseeching tone translated very well.
    He continued to lave her up and down her
slit until she cried out from the tremors wracking her body, but
when he took her clit between his lips and began tugging on it
gently she arched on the bed in a position that should’ve broken
her back. Pleasure soared up from her clit and raged through her
body, leaving her helpless in its wake. Unable to think, barely
able to even breathe, her life, the whole universe was focused on
this one explosive moment. She cried out, unable to form words as
the sucking continued, increasing in intensity until she was sure
she would die. Then just when she though she couldn’t bear another
second, the orgasm snatched her into its clutches then flung her
into an abyss of ecstasy that left her quivering in its
aftermath.
    Nate rose to his feet and grabbed one of the
condoms she’d left on the nightstand. He sheathed himself then
moved between her legs again.
    “ Are you sure?” he asked her again, still
in French. She nodded. “The words, I need you to say the words.
Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me.”
    How could he have any doubt? “Yes Nate, I
want this. I want you,” she said forcing herself to speak through
the languor left by her orgasm.
    He slowly leaned forward until the head of
his penis pressed against her opening. She tensed expecting pain
and he bent at the waist to kiss her gently while he continued
making entrance into her body. There was a brief pain, and then he
was there all the way.
    “ Are you okay?” he asked, panting.
    She smiled up at him. It was probably a
shaky smile because okay was such a mundane word for what she was
feeling, but at that moment he began moving inside