The kiss we have is the stuff of romance novels. It's pure, and beautiful, and it makes my toes curl. My heart pounds. His hand finds the small of my back and pulls me closer, the kiss only growing in intensity. I can't breathe. I know I'm shaking. I feel his tongue dance on my lower lip, and I allow him to invade my mouth. Our tongues meet and dance while his hand goes lower down my back. Breaking the embrace, he sweeps some of my hair behind my ear and smiles.
"I find you absolutely breathtaking. Even if you can't see it." He kisses me softly.
"I don't believe you..." I say, my voice breaking as I try to catch my breath and make since of this strange turn my life has taken. This isn't at all what I expected from my night. This isn't what I expected from my life. I thought, maybe I'd one day meet a socially inept man to 'sweep me off my feet' and we'll marry out of convenience. I never thought I'd have such a romantic experience. I never thought I'd allow myself to melt into the arms of a man I've just met. And yet, here I am. And here Nathan is. I close my eyes, swooning a bit. Nathan holds me close and safe while I listen to his heart beat. Slightly faster than normal. Maybe he really does have feelings for me.
He takes me back to the bed, laying me down while he kisses me. "If you want... and I understand if you're not interested, but I would love to prove to you how beautiful I think you are. Just touching you sets my skin on fire." He pauses, thinking, searching for the right words. "Every inch of me yearns to be closer to you, and to know every inch of you."
That's about the point I started to have a complete meltdown. What do I do? Oh god what if he thinks my boobs look weird. Oh god what if I'm different down there. Oh god what if he's still trolling me. Oh god. Oh g- he's kissing me again. It's nice. Calming, even. He's warm, and makes me feel safe.
He pulls his head up and looks at me questioningly, and I nod in what I hope is consent for whatever he has planned. He lips on mine, his hand tickling up and down my arm. Slowly, he caresses my jaw line, pressing his body against mine. His hands move to my breasts, which feels nice. Better than I expected. We never stop kissing as he kneads and massages my breasts gently over my shirt.
Helping me to sit up, he pulls my shirt up over my head, his lips fluttering like butterflies on my neck as he unsnaps my bra and pulls it off. My boobs hang loose, the cool air of my room causing my nipples to stand up. His hands find and pinch them, which makes me gasp. "Did that hurt?" He asks.
"No... I liked it." I smile, and he laughs a bit before going back to kissing my neck. He adds a few soft bites in there as well. His fingers wander over every bit of my breasts, chest, back and stomach, my black skin electrified by his touch. I moan, softly, not wanting to be obnoxious.
He starts to kiss down my neck, to my collar bone, down my cleavage, stopping at my right nipple. There's a moment where nothing happens, then suddenly his cold, slippery tongue on my nipple makes me jump a bit. He laughs as he continues to lick and suck at my brown nub, giving me pleasure I've never imagined. His hand wanders down, pulling up my skirt as he kneads my thigh. He inches up, higher and higher, until he reaches my panty line. I shiver in anticipation.
Over my panties, he massages my mound. My moans get louder while he switches his mouth to my other breast, rubbing me just hard enough to stimulate me. My panties are getting soaked, and I realize that I need him to touch me more. On my clitoris.
"Please," I beg, my fingers running through his hair as he pleasures my nipple. "Give me more."
Not needing to be told twice, he slips his hand under the hem of my panties and finds my slippery slit. He runs his finger up and down it, circling around my clit and driving me wild. As his finger slips into my hole, I coo and lay back to enjoy the ride, completely surrendering myself to him.
His thick finger explores my inner depths, working me up to a huge climax. I gyrate my pelvis to get more from this finger fucking. When I cum, it hits me like a ton of bricks and takes me by surprise. I'm certain that anyone in the dorm could have heard my screams of ecstasy, barely muffled by Nathan's smiling mouth. As I come down from the clouds, I find him chuckling and kissing me. I smile and laugh with him. I guess I feel comfortable with him now.
He's rubbing his bulge through his pants. I help him unbutton and unzip them, and watch as he pulls them down. He has a hot body. My eyebrows fly up and I gasp a bit as I realize his penis is easily 7 inches. He repositions himself below me, rubbing my clit with his thumb as I squirm under his touch. He positions the head of his cock at my folds and slowly, gently enters me.
I'm a virgin. Did I mention that? The pain is unbearable for a few seconds as I adjust to his size and to the loss of my cherry. He kisses me while he waits for me to be ready for more, sweetly and softly reassuring me. Calling me beautiful, and perfect. As my body goes limp, he pushes his cock deeper in me, making me gasp not from pain but from absolute pleasure as he bottoms out on my cervix.
He pulls almost completely out, before thrusting back into me, over and over and over again. I wrap my legs around him, pushing him deeper into my tunnel and bringing myself closer to my second orgasm. The room is filled with the sound of our panting and my moaning, getting louder and louder. We both stiffen, as we climax at the same time, his cum spilling into my womb and helping me to have 3 orgasms in a row.
He collapses next to me, planting and smiling from ear to ear. Turning to him, I kiss his cheek, and he holds me in his arms as we fall asleep. The last thing I hear before I lose consciousness is "I love you".
I wake up the next morning, and Nathan is still there next to me. I wasn't dreaming. This gorgeous boy really did call me beautiful, and really did have sex with me. I check under the sheets.
Yep, and he's really 7 inches.
His eyes flutter open, and we smile at each other for a few moments. He pushes a strand of hair behind my ear before pulling me down for a kiss.
His Satisfaction
Interracial Urban Erotica
Asia Marquis
It turns out that an English degree doesn’t translate to office work. It turns out, publishers don’t want to hear your sob story, they just want to send you a letter that opens “Thank you for your interest” and ends “We wish you the best of luck in your future endeavors.” It turns out that your parents might love you, but they don’t love having to feed you every night after you swore up and down that things were going to turn around. It turns out that the world is still cruel for a black girl.
“You’ll see,” I had said. They didn’t see. I saw. So that’s why I was standing outside of a fucking huge mansion on the side of town I’d always been a little afraid to drive on because I thought people would notice I didn’t belong there. I had a newspaper cutting crumpled in my hand, where it waited to be smoothed and straightened for the dozenth time.
Across the heading it read “LIVE-IN BABYSITTER WANTED.” The pay was fairly good and experience wasn’t a must. It had been years since I’d babysat, so although I did have experience I doubted highly that I could find any of my references from the time, and it had been before I even left High School.
I knocked again. It seemed like I’d been waiting for an eternity. Perhaps they had misunderstood, thought I would come later, and they had all stepped out for a bite. I was talking myself into walking away when the door opened, with nary a creak. Behind it were the two men I’d be essentially begging for a job from. The bigger of them, tall and well-muscled, reached out his hand.
“Hello, you must be Tanya. I’m Brandon, and this,” he gestured to his companion, “is Andy.”
They were a cute couple, both white and handsome. Andy was shy, quiet. He offered to get coffee and was out of the room by the time I finished the word “sure.”
I could feel Brandon’s eyes on me. I wasn’t sure what to feel about it, whether he was weighing me as a babysitter or as a woman--and if it were as a woman, I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. He was plenty attractive, sure. But his husband was right in the other room, brewing a pot of coffee!
I could feel my breath catching a bit, a panic I had managed to avoid since grade school, and I couldn’t figure out where to look to seem relaxed. Andy threw me a lifeline when he came back in with three cups, tiny frail porcelain. He sat down next to Brandon and they shared a look, and then the spell was broken.
“Tanya. We’d just like to get to know you, see how the fit would be, you know.”
I nearly interrupted him, a pause luckily bubbling up to catch me from a real faux pas: “Where is your daughter? I’d love to meet her.”
Andy’s voice was rock-solid, in contrast to his shaky hands: “She’s at the library with our driver. We wanted to get this interview out of the way before we made a decision, and it can be tempting to rush to a decision. We specified that we’d like a woman to babysit. I imagine that might seem suspect, and certainly might seem sexist.”
It had. I made no motion either way. Brandon finished the thought after a moment for me to answer, a moment I didn’t use.
“Of course, that was a concern. But frankly, we thought she could use some exposure to women. Andy and I are, well,” he chuckled, then, a brassy sounding thing. “We’re not women. I’m not so arrogant--we’re not, you don’t need to say anything, Andy--to think that I can be prepared for every bump in the road without having had all those same experiences.” Andy had shot him a sharp look, and he’d corrected himself, but the tone of it seemed to suggest that Andy’s ears had pricked up at ‘I’m not so arrogant.’ I made a mental note of it.