He smashed his mouth against hers, a warm, fragrant kiss emerging, something so tender and sweet that his belly hurt. They kissed again and again, their tongues mingling out of curiosity, and then out of passion. He pushed his hand into the mess of her curls, made a small noise as they kissed.
“Holy shit,” Marian breathed once they parted. “That was a hell of a kiss.”
His chest heaved as he looked down at her, his mind swirling with lust. He needed more than that. Way more than that. And from the looks of it, she did too.
“Want to go up to your room?”
7
Marian and Omar stumbled into her suite, their lips forming a vacuum seal that even the most arduous navigation couldn’t break. The door clicked shut behind them as they maneuvered inside, toward her bedroom, and finally onto her bed.
Marian struggled to remove clothing as they kissed but had to break the seal once to get her shirt over her head. They quickly resumed their sloppy, desperate kisses, barely missing a beat, kissing like two teens who had just discovered their lips as sensual organs.
“Marian,” Omar breathed through a kiss, his hands smoothing over the exposed skin of her belly. “You are so beautiful.”
“So are you.” She tugged at his shirt, and he leaned back to unbutton it. She addressed his belt while he worked, eager to get to the main attraction. Screw slowness and foreplay. She wanted him inside her.
Omar shrugged his shirt off a moment later, revealing washboard abs and a glistening, bare chest. His skin was the color of caramel candy, one that she wouldn’t mind licking from head to toe.
“You’re so smooth,” she murmured, running her fingers over his chest.
“I wax,” he admitted with a laugh.
“You’re so vain, too,” she cracked, pulling him down for more kisses.
“I’m Middle Eastern,” he protested, as if this had something to do with it. Marian laughed, running her hands over the ridge of his shoulders, delighting in the arcs of his shoulder blades, the hills of his biceps. The man emanated heat, and his scent awakened a primal response in her, as if his pheromones unlocked something buried in her DNA.
She tugged at his pants, and he leaned back again, unzipping without taking his eyes off her. His pants crumpled to the floor, revealing navy blue boxer briefs with a salacious bulge. He tugged her slacks down to her ankles and then slid them off, his gaze riveted to the pink scrap of underwear covering her pussy. It clenched in response, as if it knew he was gazing at it, and she fidgeted, waiting for him to get on top of her.
“Take your boxers off,” she said, her voice coming out husky. He did as he was told, sliding them down over the ridge of his cock. His dick sprang free, bobbing slightly in the air. Her mouth parted as she looked at it, the thick shaft framed by tight tufts of black hair.
“Okay. Yeah. Let’s do this.” She tugged at him again, but he stood solidly, grinning down at her.
“Hang on.” He slid her panties down, revealing her messy patch of pubic hair. Why hadn’t she shaved the second she met Omar? Just in case. She was about to apologize but suddenly his face was between her legs, nuzzling for entry, and she gaped, legs splaying open as she welcomed his warm, exploring lips.
Her breath caught in her throat as he licked at her clit, suckling it slowly, dragging a finger up and down the folds. Her body tensed with the unexpected attention, and her head rolled back on the bed, eyes fluttering shut as she relished this god of a man servicing her in the most intimate way possible.
He slipped a finger inside her, probing her depths. His voice came out like a growl. “You’re so wet.”
“I’ve been looking at you all night,” she gasped, grabbing a fistful of his hair. She had to open her eyes, see him, not just feel.
He moaned appreciatively, slurping one more time at her clit before pushing on top of her. He stilled, the hot tip of his cockhead slipping between the folds of her pussy. His face clouded over with something unknown.
“Omar,” she whispered, trailing her fingers over the ridge of his collarbone. “Why do I feel like I’ve known you for years already?”
He blinked a few times, clarity returning to his face, like he’d rejoined the real world. “I feel the same way.”
Her hands made invisible patterns over his smooth chest, where there wasn’t even a hint of stubble. He rolled his hips, his cock nudging the tight nub of her clit.
“Do you have…?” He let the question hang in the air.
“I don’t.” Her heart hammered in her chest. “But I’m on birth control. If that helps.”
He nodded, leaning down to kiss her again. And then his strong hands slid underneath her, hoisting her up. He flipped her upright and she came to rest on top of him, straddling his cock, legs bent behind her.
“Wow,” she said, hooking her arms around his neck. Grinning like he’d won a prize, he nipped at her cleavage. “You show surprising dexterity.”
“I know how to get what I want,” he said, grabbing a big handful of her ass. “And I want you on top.”