In His Eyes (Interracial Erotica) Read Free Page A

her and he hadn't laughed in her face. She couldn't
believe that his hands were on her body right now, traveling over
every quivering inch of her. The way he touched her, soft caresses
that sent shivers up and down her spine, made her feel so
beautiful. Desired.
    "You're so gorgeous," he whispered. “I’ve
waited so long for this.”
    She stared into the eyes, the green jems that
she thought only shone in friendship, but now saw carnal need. A
need that rivaled her own.
    He gripped her buttocks and lifted her as
easily as breathing. She held on to every beat of her heart, every
flutter of longing as he laid her out on the bed. She didn’t want
to miss a thing.
    He paused for a moment, his golden chest
heaving up and down as he took her in. He fell to his knees at the
foot of the bed, gripping her foot with his hands, massaging it
nice and slow. He continued to her calf. Bree had never seen her
calves as anything erotic, but as his hands pressed up and down her
limb, she felt lightheaded, the only thing keeping her grounded the
shards of ecstasy that simmered in her groan. As his touch reached
her inner thigh, she dug her nails into the bedspread. She knew
what was next, but there was nothing that could prepare her for the
excitement that robbed her of the ability to speak. Words wouldn’t
do the emotions justice, so she just moaned, over and over as she
felt his finger on her honey slit, probing the center of her
desire.
    "You're so wet," he said gently, leaning his
face between her legs. "So wet for me."
    She pulled the covers tighter in her fists as
she felt him spread the lips of her center. The finger that was
swirling in her juices was replaced with a warm, soft sensation.
His tongue was on a mission, to scour every inch of her, not
leaving a single stone unturned.
    When his finger finally pushed inside her,
Bree let out a tortured moan. How many times had she touched
herself, imagining his finger enveloped in her juices? How many
orgasms had she weathered, imagining this beautiful moment?
    He probed her with his finger while keeping
his mouth on her swollen knob, suckling it with varying degrees of
pressure, each showing Bree a whole new level of delight. She
bucked her hips, wanting to drive him deeper, pulling him in so
close ‘til it no longer mattered where she ended and he began. She
just wanted him to impale himself inside her, to never leave her
without.
    When he slowed and pulled away, her body
mirrored her protest, her pussy smacking as he ejected his finger
from her. She lifted herself up on her elbows. "S-something
wrong?"
    He took the digit he'd fingered her with and
slid it in his mouth, shuddering with delight as he tasted her.
"No, love," he said after a moment. "For the first time in a very,
very long time, everything's right."
    He rose to his feet and Bree squealed when
she felt him grip her thighs and vault her body forward. Just as
soon as Bree imagined her ass hitting the floor and the erotica
veering into romantic comedy territory, Callum steadied her. Their
eyes were locked as he pushed forward, the head of his cock teasing
her opening. He was staring down at her, waiting for something, so
she said what was in her heart.
    "Fuck me, Callum," she whispered.
    With a mighty grunt, he pushed inside her.
Bree felt her muscles straining against his bulge, squeezing the
foreign object it had only experienced in fantasy, kicking her for
dreaming so small. I mean, she knew Callum was well endowed because
she'd spotted the delicious curve of him a couple of times. But he
filled her to the brim now, both his length and girth, sending
echoes of beautiful pain laced with euphoria as he drilled in and
out of her.
    She crossed her ankles and brought him
nearer, her movements begging him to sheath himself inside her,
plunge so deep until she saw stars. So deep that nothing else
mattered.
    He picked up the rhythm, his thrusts steady
and purposeful. Bree gazed up at him, wanting to see those eyes,
the green