In His Eyes (Interracial Erotica) Page 2

  "Mistakes," Bree spat, putting emphasis on the s.

  "Okay fine," Callum said resignedly. "I made a lot of mistakes." He ran a hand through his dark hair. "But you have to know, if I knew you were interested-"

  "What?" Bree said icily. "You wouldn't have fucked my friend?"

  "I wouldn't have fucked anyone," he said solemnly.

  Bree faltered, his words catching her by surprise. "W-what are you saying?"

  He took a hand and cupped her cheek. "I'm saying it would have been me and you. Just us."

  She stared into his eyes, flabbergasted. She wanted to call him a liar, to just walk away. But there was something behind the emerald that bore into her. Something that told her that he was telling the truth. "B-but you never-"

  "I was married," he pushed in. "Not happily, but when I make a commitment, I keep it."

  She stuck out her lip stubbornly. "If you were into me, why didn't you say something?"

  He let out a chuckle. "Afraid of rejection, I guess. I mean, I've been divorced for six months now. When I finally got the balls to ask Suzie about you-"

  "You asked Suzie about me?"

  He nodded. "She told me you weren't interested."

  A renewed desire to cave Suzie’s face in flashed over Bree. "That bitch."

  "Tell me about it." Callum tilted her chin upward, scanning her face the way she dreamed he'd look at her. "I've wanted you since the day I met you, Bree. Ever since you told Tyrone Jones-"

  "’You can't even keep your pants around your waist, how do you think you'll manage a woman like me?’" they said in unison.

  Bree's cheeks were red-hot as she let his confession seep in. "You've wanted me? All this time?"

  "So bad," he whispered, leaning in to kiss her. "So bad."

  When their lips touched, fireworks exploded all over her body. It was happening. It was really happening. She'd dreamt of this moment, of this kiss, but nothing compared to the feel of his desire radiating off him in waves.

  When he pulled back, she kept her eyelids closed, holding on to the remnants of it, burning it into her mind.

  Without another word, she took his hand in hers and led him down the hall to her room.

  Once they were inside, she pushed him back against the closed door and pressed her mouth against his, giving him two and a half years of pent up need, spreading his lips and jutting her tongue into his mouth, swirling and savoring his spicy taste, his moans.

  When she pulled away, she saw he was struggling to maintain control. She saw it in his eyes. He wanted her. He wanted her bad.

  "What do you want?" he said thickly. "I'll give you anything you want...anything in the world."

  Bree stepped forward and dropped her hand to his crotch, feeling him beneath his jeans. "I want you to take me to my bed and fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before."

  ****

  She still couldn't believe she'd just told him to fuck her and he hadn't laughed in her face. She couldn't believe that his hands were on her body right now, traveling over every quivering inch of her. The way he touched her, soft caresses that sent shivers up and down her spine, made her feel so beautiful. Desired.

  "You're so gorgeous," he whispered. “I’ve waited so long for this.”

  She stared into the eyes, the green jems that she thought only shone in friendship, but now saw carnal need. A need that rivaled her own.

  He gripped her buttocks and lifted her as easily as breathing. She held on to every beat of her heart, every flutter of longing as he laid her out on the bed. She didn’t want to miss a thing.

  He paused for a moment, his golden chest heaving up and down as he took her in. He fell to his knees at the foot of the bed, gripping her foot with his hands, massaging it nice and slow. He continued to her calf. Bree had never seen her calves as anything erotic, but as his hands pressed up and down her limb, she felt lightheaded, the only thing keeping her grounded the shards of ecstasy that simmered in her groan. As his touch reached her inner thigh, she dug her nails into the bedspread. She knew what was next, but there was nothing that could prepare her for the excitement that robbed her of the ability to speak. Words wouldn’t do the emotions justice, so she just moaned, over and over as she felt his finger on her honey slit, probing the center of her desire.

  "You're so wet," he said gently, leaning his face between her legs. "So wet for me."

  She pulled the covers tighter in her fists as she felt him spread the lips of her center. The finger that was swirling in her juices was replaced with a warm, soft sensation. His tongue was on a mission, to scour every inch of her, not leaving a single stone unturned.

  When his finger finally pushed inside her, Bree let out a tortured moan. How many times had she touched herself, imagining his finger enveloped in her juices? How many orgasms had she weathered, imagining this beautiful moment?

  He probed her with his finger while keeping his mouth on her swollen knob, suckling it with varying degrees of pressure, each showing Bree a whole new level of delight. She bucked her hips, wanting to drive him deeper, pulling him in so close ‘til it no longer mattered where she ended and he began. She just wanted him to impale himself inside her, to never leave her without.

  When he slowed and pulled away, her body mirrored her protest, her pussy smacking as he ejected his finger from her. She lifted herself up on her elbows. "S-something wrong?"

  He took the digit he'd fingered her with and slid it in his mouth, shuddering with delight as he tasted her. "No, love," he said after a moment. "For the first time in a very, very long time, everything's right."

  He rose to his feet and Bree squealed when she felt him grip her thighs and vault her body forward. Just as soon as Bree imagined her ass hitting the floor and the erotica veering into romantic comedy territory, Callum steadied her. Their eyes were locked as he pushed forward, the head of his cock teasing her opening. He was staring down at her, waiting for something, so she said what was in her heart.

  "Fuck me, Callum," she whispered.

  With a mighty grunt, he pushed inside her. Bree felt her muscles straining against his bulge, squeezing the foreign object it had only experienced in fantasy, kicking her for dreaming so small. I mean, she knew Callum was well endowed because she'd spotted the delicious curve of him a couple of times. But he filled her to the brim now, both his length and girth, sending echoes of beautiful pain laced with euphoria as he drilled in and out of her.

  She crossed her ankles and brought him nearer, her movements begging him to sheath himself inside her, plunge so deep until she saw stars. So deep that nothing else mattered.

  He picked up the rhythm, his thrusts steady and purposeful. Bree gazed up at him, wanting to see those eyes, the green opals. But it was more than wanting to admire his eyes. She wanted him to see hers, to see what he did to her. She hoped that somewhere in her dark brown stare he saw the passion that glittered, the happiness.

  She lost herself in him as he enveloped himself in her, his handsome face contorted so beautifully, his muscles ripping with every stroke. She was reminded of the steady rock of the ocean, frothy waves slamming the shores. Such ferocity, such power. Such beauty.

  They separated only long enough to change positions, Bree rolling to her stomach and pushing up on her hands and knees. She cast a playful smirk over her shoulder. "Unless you've had enough." Please Lord let him say no.

  "Baby," he said huskily, "You ain’t seen nothing yet."

  She felt his hands following the curve of her bottom and she arched her back in preparation for the new sensation. The welcome return of the head of his cock, pushing at her folds, teasing them, elicited a growl that made her blush. It was a little late to be embarrassed considering the guy she'd been crushing on forever had not only seen her in all her glory, but tasted and felt it too, but she couldn’t help but freeze a little, suddenly very aware of herself. She wanted to be perfect for him, as perfect as he was for her.

  He must have felt her reservations, because he gave her hi
ps a tight, commanding squeeze. "I wanna hear it. I wanna hear how bad you want it. How much you love it."

  It was a request that was difficult to fulfill with all of him stuffed inside her, his pelvis slapping against her rear with carnal precision. But when her hand found its way to her bundle of nerves, swollen to the point that just a brush of her fingertips sent a shock to her system, she couldn't suppress the moans of ecstasy that fell from her open mouth. The combination of his cock careening in and out of her and the frenzied swirl of her fingers around her clit sent her rocketing to a climax. The searing deliciousness of his erotic touch was everything she needed. Everything she wanted.

  She alerted him as best she could, though it seemed more like a mumbled screech. He added his own to the mix and they crashed into each other with finality, reaching the pinnacle of pleasure together. She exploded in a sea of beautiful light, coming harder than she knew was possible. Finding a pleasure that she thought would never be her own.

  As they floated back down from the throes of ecstasy, Callum pulled her onto the bed. As he wrapped her in his arms and pulled her close, she found herself wondering how she'd ever settled for anything less than this.

  "At the risk of ruining the best sex I've ever had," he said softly, his head nuzzled in her mahogany locks, "I was certain that you'd smack me in the hall. Even when I explained about me and Suzie."

  "You and me both," Bree said with a grunt. The mention of her friend brought the sting of her betrayal back to the front of her mind. But instead of being angry or hurt, she just snuggled closer to him. At the end of the day, things worked out the way they were supposed to.

  “I’m so sorry,” he said truthfully, hugging her close. “I never meant to hurt you.”

  “I know,” she said gently.

  "Why didn't you?” he pressed after a moment. “Slap me I mean?"

  She tilted her head upward, looking him dead-on. "As pissed as I wanted to be, I knew you were sorry. I knew you cared about me." She drew a hand to his cheek, stroking it and drinking in the feel of his skin against her skin. "I saw it in your eyes."

  He smiled at her then, a beautiful thing that stretched until it imprinted on the green eyes that she loved. The eyes she could look at forever.

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