Redemption: AmBw Romantic Suspense

“An adrenaline overload makes you pretty cocky too.”

He laughed and dove for me on the bed. “Why are you still clothed?”

I kissed him and then giggled. “I’m still wondering if I’m going to fuck you or not.”

“Oh really?” Yoshiro kissed me—hard and hungry, then pulled my sweater above my head, and tossed it on the floor. “Have you come up with a decision yet?”

My voice went hoarse. “Maybe.”

He gazed at my bra. “You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of being in my bed.”

“Well, damn. Now my pussy is wet.”

“It was wet, before we got into this room.”

I shook my head. “Super cocky.”

“Tomorrow is Christmas Eve.”

“It is.”

“While I was out, I asked Mabel to come by the house and help Kevin with babysitting. Is that okay with you or are you not comfortable with it?”

“Babysitting?”

“Yes, Mabel, Kevin, Salt, and last but not least, Pepa. I believe that the kids will be safe in that odd bunch’s hands. Mabel wants to make Christmas cookies for Santa. Kevin has a new game. And of course the dogs, they’ll be rapping jingles all evening.”

I laughed. “And what will we be doing?”

“I told you how the Japanese see Christmas Eve. I would like to take that tradition too. I want to take you out on a date, get you away from the house, and put a sexy dress on you, so I can take it off.”

My body warmed. “I think that crazy bunch could watch my kids for the evening.”

“Granted, the kids will probably be babysitting Kevin.”

I smiled. “What time?”

“Six in the evening, if that’s okay with you. I want to have you out as long as possible.”

“Okay. I’m excited.”

“Me too.” Yoshiro reached behind me and undid the bra’s hooks. The straps slipped down. He pushed the soft material off and flung the bra onto the floor. “I’m hoping I’ll get laid.”

I laughed and then the humor stopped, when he swiped his tongue over my nipple.

I arched my back. “Damn, Yoshiro.”

“Not, Yo-yo, yet?”

“No, that’s when I’m coming and can’t help it.”

“I like it when you call me that, but only in bed.” He lapped at my nipple again.

I moaned, “Deal.”

Yoshiro returned his attention to my breasts—sucking and nibbling on those sensitive points. Arousal flashed hot through my system. So horny, I sank my fingers into his hair and pulled it hard. The way he played with my breasts drove me crazy with reckless desire.

“God, Yoshiro.” I threw my head back, pushing my breasts into his face, needy for more of his tongue’s affection.

He gazed up at me with intensity. “I need you in my life forever, Ebony.”

“I’ll be here. . .as long as it stays this way.”

He gave me a wicked grin. “With my mouth on your breasts?”

“Very funny. No. With you. . .being so loving and always there for us.”

“Always.” He slipped my jeans and panties off. “I’ll never hurt the kids or you. That’s not in me.”

Then, Yoshiro slowly turned me around so that I was facing the bed, and his hands slipped down my back and over my ass. “I love how fat this is.”

Grunting, he squeezed both cheeks with his hands.

I held my breath, my body trembling, as he got on top of me from behind. Those huge thighs smoothed against the side of my legs, but he didn’t put the weight of his body on me.

“So beautiful.” He tapped my ass with his thick, hard cock. “This is all I thought about the whole time I was gone today. I kept thinking about fucking you from behind. I wanted to watch my cock disappear inside of you. Look at that ass jiggle under the pressure.”

Excited, I licked my lips. “Go ahead. It’s yours.”

“Is that right?”

“Always, Yoshiro.”

“Then, we’re doing more than dating?”

Nervous, I whispered, “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“I don’t know how to casually date anymore. It’s been forever since I’ve been out in the dating world. I don’t plan to be one of your fuck buddies either.”

“I don’t have none. You know that. It’s just you. That’s all. And you is all I want.”

“Then, it’s yours.”

“Just this fat ass?” He spanked me.

I arched.

“Ebony?”

I giggled. “Everything is yours. This is soon, but I think that we’ve been through enough to just say it. You have my heart, Yoshiro. . .and my ass.”

“And your soul?”

“Yes.”

“And every part of me—everything I own—is yours.” He slipped his hands below the curve of my ass and spread it apart a little. Next the head of his cock, poked at my pussy’s wet entrance. “This is all mine.”

“Yes.”

He thrust deep into me.

“Oh!”

He groaned, “You’re so fucking wet.”

With my hands, I gripped the sheets.

Yoshiro moved within me in a lovely motion. And as he wished, my ass jiggled with the tempo. The bed rocked. My dreadlocks spilled around me. My body throbbed and all I wanted was for him to not stop, keep on going.