I had fun with her, both in and out of bed. She wasn't always talking about other people as my previous girlfriends had. The way she spoke about her work mesmerized me with how smart she was. She listened to me talk about my work—and let me vent when I was frustrated.
"Come for me, Echo," I whispered, mad for her. I licked and sucked her clit, feeling her pussy tighten around my fingers. I always felt like I won a damn award when she came.
I pumped faster into her, curling my fingers to hit her G-spot, feeling her body clench and her moans becoming deeper, louder. And when her pussy pulsated hard, and she cried out my name, I surged up, wanting my cock to feel her release.
I slammed my lips onto hers as I went balls deep inside her.
Every time I was with her, I promised myself it was the last time. Like a drug addict, each hit was the last one. But I kept coming back for more. I couldn't resist her. It wasn't just the sex; it was everything.
We only met at her place, and except for that one time at my parents' house, we never saw each other sexually anywhere else. I was tempted to take her away for a long weekend, someplace where we could go out to a restaurant or to the movies and not worry about being seen.
These thoughts would be fine if it were any other woman than Echo. She wasn't someone I, as a Drake, could be in a relationship with. Mama would just about die of a heart attack. And Dad may like Echo and her brain, but he wouldn't appreciate his son being in a relationship with the half-black niece of our former housekeeper.
I wasn't a snob, but I came from a world where the classes and races didn't mix like this. This would be a scandal, and my family didn't need that. Also, Echo didn't seem to mind. She seemed happy with the setup. Maybe this was what she also wanted.
Before she came down from her high, I sucked and pinched her sensitive, swollen clitoris. I was mad for her. "Come again, Doll. Come again."
"I can't," she whimpered.
"Yeah, you need to so I can feel it around my dick. Milk me, Echo." I could barely form words as I thrust into her.
I'd suggested that she get on contraception, and she'd said she was allergic to the pill. So, I resentfully kept wearing a condom. I hated it. I didn't want it with Echo. I'd go into her without one and only put one on when I was ready to come. Was it a risk? Fuck yeah. Did it feel great to be bare inside her? Fucking hell, yeah.
I'd never wanted a woman like this. A condom was a must. No glove, no love was my motto. With Echo, all my rules were fucked.
I pulled out of her. "On all fours, darlin'."
She always gave me what I needed, and she didn't hesitate. In the past months, we'd gotten rid of all her inhibitions. She was as eager as I was to try new things. The past few times, I'd been opening her ass up, and tonight, I was going to take it. I had even gotten lube to make sure it would go easy for her. There was a strange need to claim all of her, one I couldn't explain.
This had never happened before, or had it? I couldn't remember.
I circled the tight hole and licked her pussy. "Baby Doll, I'm taking this tonight. Okay?"
"Will it hurt?"
"I won't lie, Doll; it will sting, but I'll make you feel good."
"You always make me feel good."
I smiled at the trust she gave me. I got the lube out of her bedside drawer and ignored the condoms. If I was going into her ass, fuck if I was going to wear a condom.
I opened her up and slid the lube into her. She moaned every time I dipped one and then two fingers inside her. Once she was ready, I slathered lube over my dick.
I gripped her hair into a ponytail with my fingers and held on, tugged, until she curved her body, ass out, spine low. I slid my cock between her pussy, and stroked in and out, wetting myself.
I touched her back entrance and felt her stiffen. "Baby Doll, I got you. You trust me, don't you?"
"Yes, Remi, I do." Her voice was thin.
"This is goin' to feel so good, Doll, for you and for me."
I glided my hand down her stomach and began to stroke her clitoris. I gently slid my cock into her ass, letting her adjust.
"God, this is—."
I stilled. "Echo?"
"Remi, it's too much."