To Hold and to Heal (BWWM Interracial Romance) Read Free Page B

flooded as his mouth met her ear. “We don’t have to do this,” he whispered. “Tell me what you want.”
                  He pressed against her back, his own desire readily apparent against her body. He licked the cusp of her ear. She moaned softly as his fingers slid over her breast, finding her nipple, teasing it with tiny strokes.
                  She hadn’t been touched like this in months and her body responded by flooding with desire. She arched her back against him. He groaned as she pressed her ass against his body. “Touch me,” she said, in a small voice, almost half in a whisper. “Just touch me.”
                  He pushed the dress down with one hand and unclasped her bra with the other, letting the garments fall silently to the carpet. She gasped as the sudden cold hit her nipples and then again as the cold air was quickly replaced with the teasing touch of his fingers. He stroked her breasts, drawing the nipples into points.
                  Her fingers fumbled against his pants, finding his belt and undoing it behind her back. He dropped one hand from her breast to between her legs. His fingers ran over the soaked cotton of her panties. She shivered as his fingers traced the line of her slit through the thin fabric.
    “Keep going,” he whispered.
                  He caressed her slowly, his arms caging her, keeping her upright. Her legs felt weak as her fingers found their way past the buckle and belt of his pants until there was only him filling her hand. He leaned back against the wall, sill holding her as she stroked him, feeling him harden in her hand. She released him to tug at his shirt. He pulled it off himself exposing his bare chest thickly strung with muscle. Standing on her tip toes she reached up and kissed him.
                  He locked her in his arms, drawing her closer, her bare breast pressing against his. His light chest hairs tickled her. She met his hunger with her own, drawing his mouth down to hers, letting her tongue dance with his. She pulled back from the kiss, half dazed and full of want. She kissed his neck, bit at the soft skin there making him gasp then moved down making a trail with her lips until she was on her knees in front of him.
                  “Oh, you don’t have to do that, you really don-,” he sucked in air as she took his cock into her mouth. She moved slowly, focusing on the head. He was thick and heavy in her mouth. He was dripping and he tasted like salt against her tongue.
                  She could feel his fingers against her hair. She moved down taking more, sucking slowly against him. Gasping, she could feel him fighting not to thrust his hips against her. With a sigh he pulled himself out of her mouth.
    “Hey, that isn’t necessary-.” He hauled her up to her feet and pressed his mouth against her. “I want something else.” His voice was husky and deep. “Take off your panties. Now.”
                  She smiled and walked over to the bed, letting the underwear slowly drop to the floor exposing her large ass. Behind her she could hear him kicking and pulling off his pants.
                  She turned and sat on the bed. In the half shadow of the room she could see him, naked. There were scars all along his left side but his eyes trapped her attention. They flicked over her as he moved towards the bed in an awkward gait.
                  He sat down next to her, his weight lifting her slightly. One hand grasped her face and turned her to meet his mouth. The other slid between her legs finding her heat and wetness. He pushed her thighs apart, stroking her clit. Nice shuddered and moaned against his mouth.
                  He pushed her back on the bed and slid his fingers into her. He moved his fingers slowly in and out of her, letting his thumb run over her clit. Waves of pleasure were building inside