Her Man: An Interracial Romance (The Bentini Brothers Book 2) by Jaye McCloud Page B

it.”  Then
becoming more informative, he tells me, “This bedroom has a his and a hers
shower, you’re going to love it.”  He says giving me a light kiss and walking
into one of the other rooms inside the bedroom.  I assume it’s the other
bathroom…the one with the his shower.  So, I unpack my clothes and place
them in one of the two big drawers that Antonio has given up for me.  Choosing
a nightgown, underwear and a pair of slippers, I head to what I assume to be the hers bathroom.  Naturally, the bathroom is contemporary like the rest of
the house.  The long granite counter top holds double sinks with topaz colored
glass bowls, the shower is walk through on both ends with the same type of
topaz colored glass, but the bottom half is frosted.  I’m not even sure I will
be able to climb into the jet tub without a ladder, it is so high off the
floor…but I’m guessing that’s how Antonio needs it, because of his height.  Sitting
my clothes on the loveseat looking chair in the corner, I undress and walk into
the state of the art shower—and spend every bit of three or four minutes trying
to figure out which buttons to push to get the water to come on—in a
comfortable temperature.  Talking about feeling like a country bumpkin.  I stand under the jet for a few minutes enjoying the feel of the
steamy spray hitting my body from all directions.  Reluctantly opening my eyes,
I walk over to the selection of soaps.  But they’re not really soaps, they’re
more like butter and cream for bathing.  I help myself to a generous amount, leisurely
lathering and washing every inch of my body before slowly rinsing off.  This is
pure heaven; I’ve never felt so soft and silky right out of the shower.  Finally,
ready to leave, I turn the jet spray off and take my towel off the heated towel
rack.
         “Where are you going, I came to share your
shower with you.”
         “Damnit Antonio.”  I exclaim, startled by his
silent entry into the shower.  Seeing his powerful penis jutting up past his
naval, I hurry to cover myself with the towel.  “I’m finished and just in time
because you’re going to need plenty of cold water to help get that thing down.” 
I say, eyeing his impressive erection.
        “The only thing I need is your sexy, hot body.” 
He says advancing towards me.  “No Antonio.”  I’m adamant as I turn to leave
the shower.  “Why not, Ti?”  He says backing me up against the shower wall,
pressing his steel rod against my lower stomach through the towel.  “You know
why not.  I’m tired.”  I know that it sounds lame, but I’m telling the truth. 
Besides, making love with Antonio takes a lot of energy.
         “Don’t worry Baby, we’re going to make love
and then we’ll both sleep like we’re in a coma.”  Antonio says as he snatches
the towel from me and tosses it to the shower floor.  “No Tony, I don’t want—” 
He cuts me off with a fierce open mouth kiss, gently circling and rubbing my tight
chocolate tips.  “Stop Tony!  I mean it!”  I try to move away from him.
         “Don’t fight me Ti, I don’t want to hurt
you.”  He wedges his knee between mine preventing me from closing my thighs. 
Bending low, he captures my sensitive pebble between his teeth and roughly tugs
on it as he sucks, eliciting low moans from deep in my throat.  Panting, I try
to reason with him.  “If you don’t want to hurt me, then respect that I don’t
want to have sex with you right now.  And besides, we’re in the shower and you
don’t have a condom.”
         “You like telling me no, when your body tells
me yes.  Wrap your legs around me and hold on.”  His breath caresses my face.
         “No Tony…not in here, you’re not wearing a
condom.”
         “And I’m not going to stop to put one on.”  He
decrees, jabbing his rod at my opening and missing.  “Guide me in Ti.”  He
demands as he licks my bottom lip then