Black Romance 46 Make Him See

Laying me down on my back, Salt climbed up on the bed, kneeling above me. My eyes never left his, just watching him come alive the more he touched me.

The pads of his fingers tickled across my belly, making me tremble. I was visibly shaking, vibrating the bed beneath me. Doing my best to stay still, I clutched the soft quilt, digging my nails into the fibers.

Smirking, he ran his hands up my side, sweeping over my ribs and circling my breast. He was barely touching me, his hands light as a feather.

"This is my gift to you—just for you." Whispering the words, he placed kisses randomly on my skin; my stomach, my side, the back of my palm, the top of my thigh. Each one leaving a buzzing sensation that remained long after his mouth was gone. "But if it's too much, if you're not ready, don't be afraid to stop me."

His mouth moved lower and lower, teasingly close to my most sensitive area. I could feel the warmth between my thighs as my arousal slicked my skin. Cupping my mound with his hand, Salt laid down beside me, pressing his chest into my side.

Snuggling up to him, I started to touch his shoulder and face, giving myself to him in a way I had never given myself to anyone. I was willing, I was turned on, I was eagerly ready for more.

The room was growing hot and stuffy, the smell of s.e.x was filling the air. But this scent was sweet, it was enticing, it was everything you could ever want from your real first time.

I wasn't a virgin, but this would be the first time I willingly accepted a man. I had a voice in the room, one that would be heard, one that would be received and acknowledged.

And that meant everything to me.

Squeezing my p.u.s.s.y in his hand, he kissed the tender skin behind my ear, running his tongue down my neck and across my shoulder. The tip of his finger slid between my folds, spreading my arousal.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his tone almost concerned as my thighs squeezed around his hand. "Do you want me to stop?"

My lashes tickled the bottom of my brows as I looked at him."Mm," I cooed, placing my hand over his and guiding him deeper. Every vein in my body was alive, pulsing, beating, playing a tune as he strummed the chords.

"That's right, my little flower, sing for me." Pressing his finger into my p.u.s.s.y, he moved slow and precise.

His thumb circled my c.l.i.t, rubbing it as he dipped his finger in and out. My muscles were shaking violently, quivering uncontrollably as he moved faster and faster.

Turning my face to his, I looked up, our eyes connecting as he slid a second finger inside, stretching my walls. His hard c.o.c.k pushed against my hip as he rocked his waist, rubbing himself against me.

I need him, I need him more than I've ever needed anything.

Reaching my hand down, I started to slip it inside his pants, but he stopped me. Pulling my hand away, he lifted it over my head, pinning it in place. "This is just for you." Kissing my forehead, he thrusted his fingers in deeper. "This isn't for me. I want you to feel how good some things can be. I'm not a greedy man, Jessie, let me show you."

Is this really happening? I was tempted to pinch myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming. All of this was too good to be true.

The rough pad of his thumb rubbed my needy b.u.t.ton, drawing out louder and more intense moans. I was at his mercy, completely and utterly under his control. My body had become his, his to work, his to play—his and his alone.

The o.r.g.a.s.m took shape, tingling in my lower belly before stealing me away. I felt it, I embraced it, I let it consume me.

Snapping my eyes shut, pinks and reds, blues and purples all burst behind my lids like fireworks. I used to live in the darkness, but now I could see the colors. The shade of gray I had been living in quickly dissipated as more and more explosions of bright colors lit up inside my mind.

I could see that hope again as if I could actually reach out and touch it; feel it in my hands, curl it in my palms, bundle it up and take it with me where I went.

Opening my eyes, Salt was looking down on me with a little smirk. Kissing my cheek, he pulled his fingers from my body.

I had never seen something so beautiful in my life before, but his eyes, they held a universe of their own. One that had been selfless. One that whisked me away and gave me pleasure, not pain.

Peering up into the depths of his big, brown eyes, they flickered with pops of amber and gold, drawing me in and holding me hostage.

I was his. Salt had granted me a single night of freedom. And I was thankful for that.

I didn't know what tomorrow would bring, I didn't know if this moment would live on forever in my head, or get drowned out by an uncertain future.

But right then I didn't care.

I had this, something he had wanted to give me.

And I would hold onto it for as long as I could. Even if it f.u.c.king killed me in the end.

Because I knew, I knew I could never go back to that place.

This is your chance, Jessie.

Make him see that.