Page 39 of Black Widow's Kiss

“Are you ready for bed?” I asked turning so he could see my round ass.

“You make me unsure of everything,” he replied.

“You don’t have to be unsure about me,” I told him before getting into bed and settling on a pillow looking up into his eyes.

Having finished my show, I watched him as he stepped out of the bathroom. He made no grand gesture. He didn’t have to. His increased bulge said it all and seeing it made me tingle.

Sitting on his side of the bed, he reached for the light and then got in. For a moment it was dark. I felt him next to me. Staring at the ceiling, I wondered what I should do next. I wanted to test him. I wanted to feel his bulging cock.

But, wasn’t this his test for me. He had asked that nothing happen between us. At least, not tonight. I could do that. I mean, I could kind of do that.

But everything in me screamed to roll over, slip his thick cock into my mouth, and push it down my throat.I wasn’t goingto. Not tonight. It would kill me having him so close, but I would prove that he could trust me.

Obviously he could only trust me so far, because I couldn’t do nothing with him next to me. Smelling his slight musk over the sheets and pillow, I was as hard as I could be. I needed to at least touch him. So, making a show of it to let him know I was coming, I rolled onto my side, slipped my arm around him onto his chest, and spooned him.

My hard cock found his ass cheeks. It sat in the crevice perfectly. For tonight, it would have to be enough. Pressing my chest against his back, I rested my cheek on his shoulder. It felt so good that I rotated it. It was all I could do to keep myself from fully breaking his trust.

That didn’t last, but not because I gave up. After a few short minutes, Dante shook me off of him while trying to roll over. I moved away disappointed until he kept rolling making himself my big spoon.

His large hands spread across my chest. His hard bulge pressed against my ass. And his warm breath flowed across my neck relaxing me more than ever in my life.

Was this what feeling safe felt like? Thinking about it, I slowly fell asleep.

Chapter 8

Dante

Waking up with my arms wrapped around the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, all I could think was, ‘What the hell am I doing?’ This wasn’t me. Yeah, I’d been with a few guys. But I didn’t wake up with them in my arms.

For the most part, everyone knew the drill when they came over. It was a quick fix and out the door. There were no feelings involved. We were both just satisfying an urge. They were there to get enough of what we both needed to tide us over until the next time.

Yet here I was holding onto Kuroi not wanting to let go. I had to let go, though. I couldn’t lose myself in whatever was going on here. I had a job that needed my focus. Take my eye off things for a moment and that’s when you end up dead.

Still, the man I was with this time was my husband. Until death do us part. This was it. He wasn’t going anywhere. I had to come up with a new life that included him.

Would that new life regularly include bending him over my knee for a spoon across his ass? God, I hoped so. I had never been more turned on in my life. I don’t know why. I can’t explain it. But hearing him react to every stroke, made me feel like what was going on was real.

In a world where everybody lies telling you what they think you want to hear, there’s nothing you can believe. But pain is real. The body has its limits. Pass a threshold and no one can fake it.

With his getups and crazy comments, I can’t tell what’s real with Kuroi. But when I let loose on his ass and he squealed, I knew that I had found him. Having him, I could have stripped him down and fucked him right there.

That was probably why I agreed to let him move into my room. I would have agreed to anything with him looking at me like that. I can’t let myself get weak like that in front of him, though.

His goddamn body was a drug. I keep needing more. Even now it’s taking everything I have not to push my throbbing cock against his ass asking it to let me in.

The feel of his lean body in my arms. The hint of citrus in his hair. He was a walking aphrodisiac. I had to keep him at a safe distance. Lose focus for a second and who will I become?

I was willing to lay there all morning wanting something from him I couldn’t have. Then he squirmed and backed into me. Already holding him, only one thing had changed. His firm ass was now pressed against my hard cock.

I froze wanting it and knowing I couldn’t have it. So when he wiggled his ass inviting me in, I let him go and sprung out of bed.

“Where are you going?” he asked in a raspy morning voice.

“Gotta get ready for work,” I said, headed to the bathroom without looking back.

“I wanna come,” he said sweetly.

I stopped and looked at him. This was the first time he had asked me for something so nicely before. Shit, how was I supposed to refuse, especially with his large beautiful eyes staring at me like that?

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