She would be brushing her teeth in the morning, and he would step out of the shower with a raging hard on, and without a word he was behind her, pressing his cock against her ass cheeks, clad in just her panties. She would turn to kiss him, but he would force her down to her knees, and with frothy toothpaste at the corner of her mouth she would blow him, until he came, spraying thick strands of cum across her face. Then with his semen drying across her nose and chin she would perch her ass on the edge of the sink, and he knelt down, repaying the oral favor.
Or she would be in the pool, and then he was there, sliding inside of her in the cool water. Or he was bending her over the foot of the bed, or she was riding him in the back of one of his cars, or a million other positions.
Through all of this, Danielle began to fall for the man. He was caring. Sweet. Hurt. She saw how growing up with his father had affected Ray. It afforded him an amazing lifestyle, but he was missing something, some affection he had needed his whole life. Over two months Ray and Danielle only saw his father once, but his mother came a few times, visiting at Ray’s house each time.
One night they lay in bed, talking as a fat silver moon rose above the mansion, sitting like a bright bulb in the middle of the black sky, with a million pinpricks of light surrounding it. They both had been sleeping nude, and they were lying next to one another under a thin silk sheet. Danielle reached over and ran her fingertip along Ray’s abs. He looked to her and smiled in the darkness.
“I love you,” he said suddenly, and it took Danielle by surprise.
“I love you too,” she said, without thought. They kissed. Up to that point their kisses had been full of passion, hot and heavy, but there under the sheet, in the moonlight, it was different. Slow. Sweet. Full of passion that was tempered by love.
Their tongues danced together. Her hand slid up and down his abdomen, her fingertips brushing his skin. He rolled onto his side and took her into his arms. Her bare breasts pressed against his chest, her nipples hardening against his skin. She felt his cock grown hard and press against her hip. They rolled over together, and he was pressing against her as they kissed. He ran a hand through her black hair, which she kept straight. She sent a hand down his back, to his ass, where she squeezed and dug her nail playfully into his behind. He grinned against her mouth and reached down, sliding a finger along her slit between her legs, wanting to get her ready, but she already was, her warm juices coating his finger. He slid inside her.
For the first time, they made love. It was sweet and sensual and slow. For an hour they rocked slowly together, his cock sliding in and out of her, his lips on her breasts, her neck. Her nails trailed lazily down his back, her legs wrapped around his hips. Another hour passed, and every time he seemed as though he was going to come he slowed down, or stopped completely, his cock hard and throbbing in her tight pussy. The urge to climax would pass, and he would start thrusting at a glacial pace again.
Meanwhile, Danielle was in ecstasy. She came in the first half hour, moaning in a husky voice as the walls of her pussy clamped onto his dick, and the orgasm tore through her core. And then he was going again, and within twenty minutes she had come again.
By the time he came, over two hours since they started, she had experienced five orgasms. It was the most amazing love making she had ever been a part of. When Ray released he groaned and grunted, moving his lips to her collarbone and biting there as his cock jumped inside of her and hot cum spurted from the tip to fill her snatch.
He kissed her as he lay there panting. They rolled over, but Danielle kept her leg over his body, and his cock remained inside her. They fell asleep like that.
7
Two more months passed, and Danielle had never experienced such happiness. She and Ray still fucked often. He would tell her to suck his cock while he lie in bed, and the would hold her head and choke her with his massive member, so tears streamed down her face and she couldn’t breathe until he blew his wad, the sticky mass sliding right down her throat. He would furiously pump her on the couch in the living room, or bent over one of the stools in the kitchen.
But they also made love. Tender kisses, light touches. They were in love, Danielle had no doubt about it.
Then the young black woman missed her period. She had always been pretty regular, and going three days past when she expected filled her with dread. She had been taking her birth control, hadn’t missed a pill.
When Ray was out one morning, she took one of his cars and bought a test at a nearby upscale grocery store. In one of her temporary home’s bathrooms, she peed on the little white plastic stick, and sat on the toilet, waiting for it to register. It did, and she cried. She was pregnant.