tried to maintain some semblance of control. “You’re not ready for this, Sabrina. Your back is barely healed and what was done to you… We can stop here and I’m okay.”
“No way.” His shirt hit the floor. “I’m not as delicate as you think.” He toed off first one shoe, then the other. “You have nothing to prove to me.” She lifted her eyes. “Other than how much I want to do this with you, you’re right.” Her hands brushed against his strained erection, still trapped by his clothing, and Jason gritted his teeth. “You could get hurt.”
“No, I won’t.” Her mouth pressed to his and he vowed to himself she wouldn’t.
54
Intimate Whispers
Cock pointing the way to heaven, he sat down hard on the bed and curled his hands into the comforter. Sabrina stood before him, an angelic smirk on her face, but the horns of the devil lending a wicked glint to her eyes.
“I should go get some condoms from my apartment.” Already ahead of him it seemed, she shook her head. “I’ve got some here and I’m safe. I assume you are as well?”
He gave her another smile. “Everything’s safe and in working order here.” That made her laugh. She was still smiling when she left to retrieve the condoms from a drawer.
Returning to her previous position over him, she crawled forward, her thighs straddling his, and gripped his dick with one hand. In one efficient move, his cock was covered in latex by hands that threatened to make him lose control.
They locked eyes when she lowered, the tip of his cock spearing her. The same lovely hazy look he’d come to desire filled her face the further down she sank.
Watching her gave him a focal point, otherwise he’d succumb to a groan of abandon filling her body brought him.
In the pale light of the room, he marveled at the way her body glowed next to his.
And for the first time, he had some idea of what Teddy always saw in people. The way he delved past the superficial and found the heart of a soul. In Sabrina, he saw it. Not a black woman. Not a woman emotionally damaged. But a soul. With brave valor, the essence of a warrior that went down through to the heart of her.
She rocked over him, her hips moving slowly at first. This was lovemaking, no matter how he wanted to name it. The frequent touches of her hand to his face. The slow press of his lips to her neck and breasts. The way their eyes met and spoke to each other, without a word passing through their mouths.
Sweat trickled down his sides, a sheen of it also covering her skin. In the base of her throat, she made these incredibly erotic sounds that pulled at his testicles, calling for him to spill inside of her, but he held himself back. Watched the way she gave herself over and over again to orgasm, those wringing pulses of her pussy that urged him to come with her.
Gently, tenderly he pushed into her, helping keep a lovely rhythm. He would have been satisfied with this simple union of their bodies, of watching her tremble and shudder in his arms, but he had more of himself to give. The essence of himself, the tightening in the base of his cock that he would let flow after she lay spent and satisfied in his arms. The moment her heart opened to him, he would find sweet release in her womb.
“Sabrina,” he whispered, his mouth brushing against the fleshy part of her neck. It was sweet agony to push into her so slowly, careful of her wounds.
“God, yes,” she moaned.
55
Dee Carney
“Trust me with your secrets, baby.” There was so much more to this woman than what she allowed him to see. If they were to move forward together, she had to let him in. The voices. The rape that was not rape. He had to know more.
Her eyes filled with tears and she blinked them back. He expected them to spill down the sides of her face when she closed her eyes. None fell. “Jason, no.”
“Trust me.” He kissed her again and again. Sipped at her skin, drank down her moans. His thrusts grew urgent, a spiraling
“No way.” His shirt hit the floor. “I’m not as delicate as you think.” He toed off first one shoe, then the other. “You have nothing to prove to me.” She lifted her eyes. “Other than how much I want to do this with you, you’re right.” Her hands brushed against his strained erection, still trapped by his clothing, and Jason gritted his teeth. “You could get hurt.”
“No, I won’t.” Her mouth pressed to his and he vowed to himself she wouldn’t.
54
Intimate Whispers
Cock pointing the way to heaven, he sat down hard on the bed and curled his hands into the comforter. Sabrina stood before him, an angelic smirk on her face, but the horns of the devil lending a wicked glint to her eyes.
“I should go get some condoms from my apartment.” Already ahead of him it seemed, she shook her head. “I’ve got some here and I’m safe. I assume you are as well?”
He gave her another smile. “Everything’s safe and in working order here.” That made her laugh. She was still smiling when she left to retrieve the condoms from a drawer.
Returning to her previous position over him, she crawled forward, her thighs straddling his, and gripped his dick with one hand. In one efficient move, his cock was covered in latex by hands that threatened to make him lose control.
They locked eyes when she lowered, the tip of his cock spearing her. The same lovely hazy look he’d come to desire filled her face the further down she sank.
Watching her gave him a focal point, otherwise he’d succumb to a groan of abandon filling her body brought him.
In the pale light of the room, he marveled at the way her body glowed next to his.
And for the first time, he had some idea of what Teddy always saw in people. The way he delved past the superficial and found the heart of a soul. In Sabrina, he saw it. Not a black woman. Not a woman emotionally damaged. But a soul. With brave valor, the essence of a warrior that went down through to the heart of her.
She rocked over him, her hips moving slowly at first. This was lovemaking, no matter how he wanted to name it. The frequent touches of her hand to his face. The slow press of his lips to her neck and breasts. The way their eyes met and spoke to each other, without a word passing through their mouths.
Sweat trickled down his sides, a sheen of it also covering her skin. In the base of her throat, she made these incredibly erotic sounds that pulled at his testicles, calling for him to spill inside of her, but he held himself back. Watched the way she gave herself over and over again to orgasm, those wringing pulses of her pussy that urged him to come with her.
Gently, tenderly he pushed into her, helping keep a lovely rhythm. He would have been satisfied with this simple union of their bodies, of watching her tremble and shudder in his arms, but he had more of himself to give. The essence of himself, the tightening in the base of his cock that he would let flow after she lay spent and satisfied in his arms. The moment her heart opened to him, he would find sweet release in her womb.
“Sabrina,” he whispered, his mouth brushing against the fleshy part of her neck. It was sweet agony to push into her so slowly, careful of her wounds.
“God, yes,” she moaned.
55
Dee Carney
“Trust me with your secrets, baby.” There was so much more to this woman than what she allowed him to see. If they were to move forward together, she had to let him in. The voices. The rape that was not rape. He had to know more.
Her eyes filled with tears and she blinked them back. He expected them to spill down the sides of her face when she closed her eyes. None fell. “Jason, no.”
“Trust me.” He kissed her again and again. Sipped at her skin, drank down her moans. His thrusts grew urgent, a spiraling
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