Page 33 of The Friend Zone
She nodded, a mess of anticipation between her thighs as she impatiently waited for him to do what he promised.
He kissed his way down her breasts, her engorged nipples tightening painfully against the moist swipes of his tongue. She smoothed her hands over his bald head, encouraging him with soft moans and the gentle arch of her back.
Omar continued his downward descent, swirling his tongue in her navel, kissing the soft curve of her belly, and sucking the joint where the top of her thighs met her hips. He laughed softly when she twisted restlessly with uninhibited eagerness, dying for him to put his mouththere, where he promised.
His bearded jaw rubbed the inside of her thigh, and she choked on a cry of need, her legs going wider as she fought the urge to beg.
“Damn, baby, you’re so wet,” he said in a ragged voice. His thumbs spread her lower lips as he groaned and dipped his head.
Finally. The bold caress of his tongue teased the tiny bud of nerves at the apex of her thighs, and her mind blanked.
He went to work, his mouth and tongue relentless in their desire to give pleasure. Almost as erotic as his touch was watching his head between her thighs and listening to the smacking sound of his mouth as he devoured her with carnal enthusiasm.
She was already primed from the spanking, so it didn’t take long for her to climax. She did so with a husky cry, back arching off the mattress as her clenching sex dripped feminine cum on his tongue.
Lips glistening, his mouth came down on hers in a scorching hot kiss and transmitted her own taste from his lips to hers. They kissed for what seemed like hours—their tongues climbing over each other and their hands exploring naked skin they’d been denied access to for years.
Omar finally tore his mouth away from hers and swore softly. “Be right back.”
He hopped off the bed, mumbling something about a condom before he disappeared through the door. Dana took those moments to catch her breath, and when Omar returned with his pants, she readied for him to rejoin her on the bed.
He removed a condom from his wallet and ripped open the foil packet. Then he came down again, into her open arms.
“I’ve dreamed of this,” he whispered, nudging his hardness at the entrance to her body.
“Me too,” Dana whispered shakily.
He pushed forward and entered her body with one easy slide, and they moaned in unison as he bathed his sheathed erection in her wetness.
Dana’s arms clenched around his neck. She absorbed the sensation of him filling her, stretching her delicate muscles as she pumped her hips and arched her back to better receive him.
“That’s it, babe,” he rasped. “Take it like a good girl.”
His ardent, animalistic thrusting was exactly what she wanted. The bed creaked under the weight of their frantic movements, and her wails of pleasure filled the darkness. While inside of her, Omar’s mouth meshed with hers in deliciously wet kisses, and each time he slid out and plunged home again, she clenched her fingers into his back.
The scent of sex and sweat filled her nostrils and made her grab a big lungful of air to better experience the buzz of the intoxicating aroma. As the tension in her body tightened, Dana marveled at how Omar was everything she dreamed of and more. Feet flat on the bed, she pushed up into his solid thrusts, control slipping away as he brought her closer to the brink of climax.
Then, with one final stroke, she came to shattering completion, and she screamed with abandon, her back bowed, toes tightly curled, and nails sinking into his rigid butt.
Omar stiffened above her and muttered a stream of f-bombs before he shuddered and collapsed on top of her. She bore his weight for several seconds, and then he rolled over and stared up at the ceiling.
“Damn,” he whispered, running a hand down his face.
Dana floated back to Earth, spent, her languid limbs barely able to move in the aftermath of ecstasy.
Omar eased from the bed and slipped into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When he returned, she thought there would be an awkward period as they processed what happened. Instead, he pulled her into his arms, and she willingly settled against his firm body.
Practically boneless, Dana rested her head on his shoulder and promptly fell asleep.
16
“Ask me another question,” Dana said.
She wore a white terry-cloth robe, and Omar was naked under the covers after a shower where he spent an inordinate amount of time making sure her body was clean. He was so thorough she climaxed in the shower stall and collapsed against the wall.
She barely slept the night before because after the first time, she and Omar made love again, slower and gentler and with more affection—unlike the first time when they basically screwed like rabbits. She likened the first time to an attack, really—an attack on her defenses, her senses, and her body. The second time they made love.
She woke up multiple times during the night, and each time stared at his sleeping face, unable to believe he was in her bed. One thing for sure, all the rumors were true. Mr. Casanova delivered in the sack. This morning she woke up with aching nipples and the phantom sensation of his erection pressed between her thighs.
