Shelley lay sprawled across the bed where Headley had lowered her. With knees spread at the edge and legs dangling, her tanned body glistened with oil from the recent massage. Now, her gorged nipples pouted from the caresses they had received. Headley crouched on his knees between her parted thighs, full on top of her while her arms circled his head and her warm, wet lips sucked sensually on his moist darting tongue. Their moans came in unbroken frequency. She writhed under him and arched her groin, lusting for his rock hard throbbing rod.
"Don't make me beg," she said.
"Never," he replied. "I told you I'm available to you."
"Then, why are you waiting, you can tell how ready I am."
"Why are you waiting?" he countered, "I've been ready for you ever since you took my cock in your wet mouth."
"Oh, my gawd! Headley, I'm so hungy for you!"
"I can tell. Your steamy juices are everywhere."
"So, take me, then. I can't wait."
"Nope, I'm yours. You take me. Put me where you want me."
"Ohhh!" She groaned, reaching between their bodies. She took hold of his rigid cock, grasping its bulbous mushroom crown with firm index finger and thumb. Pulling it close to her body, she daubed its wetness against the inner lips of her foaming crease, sliding its hardness along the shaft and tip of her swollen clitoris, then thrust him past her entrance. His hips immediately pressed down, smoothly driving himself all the way. Sunk to the hilt, he held his hardness against her inner core.
"Headley! That's so good!"
"Glad you like," he whispered.
" You are wonderful, and so filling. The biggest I've had, but so good." The relief she felt against the fear she had been harboring, was clear from the way her body relaxed and her soft pink walls pulsed against his shaft.
"Sherry, you are so tight! Baby, you've got one gorgeous body!"
"I told you, its been a long time." She whispered against his throat.
"I know what you said, but I'm still surprised. I thought the toys you said you played with, would at least have kept you loose."
"And I thought you would just drive your rough meat in me, like I've heard so often about black men. You even told me once, that you were going to bust me wide open. After all I've heard about black tools, I was a bit scared."
"And after all I've heard about you white women and your sexual freedom, I really expected you to be loose."
"So we both had surprises for each other, huh?"
"Yep. I guess you could say that. So, are you ready to use up my tool or not? I came prepared with my armor to do battle, if you'll dress me."
"Oh yes, sir knight. I'll gladly do the honors."
Headley lifted himself from the bed, trailed by a long crystal thread of cooling precum. Ignoring the wet coil settling on his thigh, he padded to his clothes that were strewn across an armchair. He rummaged through a pocket and came back to Shelley, handing her a flat plastic packet. Her eyes grew large as she took it and gazed steadily at him.
"Headley, I'm believing you are clean. Am I right in trusting you?"
"Shelley, we have talked a lot. Yes, you can trust me. And I believe I can trust you too. We have even been delightfully joined already today, but it's just wise for us to be careful. For so many reasons. You agree?"
"I agree. Thanks, Headley, for caring about me. Makes me appreciate you even more." She put the plastic packet between her teeth and tore open the film. Carefully removing the lubricated rubber sheath, Shelley reached for Headley's dripping rod. She slid the thin tube down his shaft, unrolling it with gentleness, her hands stroking him as she worked.
"Mmm, I like that," he said.
"You do, huh?" She chuckled, then pulled him closer by his cock and placed the tip of it between her lips. She slowly sucked him in, and reaching for his hips, began a rhythmic movement of her head, taking him deep, then pushing back.
