A Kiss of Color: A BWWM Interracial Pregnancy Romance (Book 2) Read Free Page B

passed through the young woman. Reaching down between them, he cupped the curls between her thighs, chuckling when he found her already wet for him. When he slid two fingers into the slick heat of her, a soft coo of pleasure escaped the dark-skinned woman.
    Christ...he had never known it was possible to want a woman this much. Xavier nipped at the curve of Helena’s shoulder before taking the peak of a breast into his mouth to lave the nipple with his tongue so Helena squirmed beneath him. He bit and sucked at the tiny bead of flesh until she was gasping, her fingernails curved into his shoulders deeply enough to make little crescents of desire – and only then did he release her to move onto its twin.
    By the time Xavier had his fill of her mewling, low sounds of desire, Helena’s fingers had threaded through his hair, tugging his form back northward to meet him in another turgid kiss.
    When one of her hands found the substantial bulge in his underwear, he cursed lowly, thrusting into her agile grip. “ Damn , Helena…”
    The young woman didn’t need to be told twice. Reaching into his boxer-briefs, she extracted his throbbing erection, stroking along it in a feather light touch that threatened to drive him absolutely insane. Xavier wrapped his fingers around her wrist quickly, yanking it from his arousal for the split second it took for him to roll over onto his back.
    Helena arranged herself so she straddled his chest, looking down at him like the most alluring succubus that had ever existed. Sliding backwards, she ran the cleft of her decadent behind along his cock, making Xavier’s hands curl into her hips in a death grip. While he was sure the marks he left would linger, he knew his lover didn’t mind. Helena had long revealed to him that she liked it when he got a little rough.
    Which explained why he was perfectly justified in using his grip on her to slide her back until the slippery cleft of her rubbed over his aching erection. After a split second of maneuvering, he thrust upward into her inviting, searing heat and Helena cried his name. Pressing down against his entry, she drove him even deeper, drawing a low moan from the programmer.
    When he and Helena had first gotten together, the young woman had been tentative about sex – intimidated, almost. She’d had little experience and even less pleasure; and so Xavier had made it his mission, for the last four years, to rectify that. With every sensual encounter between them, his goddess became less timid and more dangerous.
    And now, she chose to demonstrate that prowess.
    Helena rolled her hips downward against his in a motion that had breath hissing from between Xavier’s teeth as pure delectation spiked through his system. Bending in half, his lover leaned down to press her lips to his, moaning as her body devoured his before she raised her pelvis until only the tip of him remained within her. Then, she slid back down, whispering his name. Helena repeated the motion again and again, undulating her hips in a way that was positively ungodly. Xavier’s grip on her grew tighter and tighter, until he could feel the protrusions of her hip bones and the woman atop him bit her lips in frenzied passion.
    God, this was what he lived for…to feel the woman he adored taking him, fucking him, loving him so completely that he didn’t know where she ended and he began. Thrusting his hips upward against hers, Xavier grunted as undeniable pressure began to build within him. Helena knew just how to move – just how to slide her body against his so that he tottered on the edge of sanity for what seemed like an eternity – before finally topping over.
    With a hoarse cry, Xavier thrust deep within his lover, biting his lip as he spilled his seed against her clenching inner muscles. Helena moaned, long and low, grinding her hips down against his until she, too, found her own shuddering completion.
    Groaning softly, the young woman slumped against him in the aftermath,