Lisa arched back, leaning into the rock hard muscles of his chest. His hands slid over her breasts, the dark chocolate of his skin such a contrast to her creamy white mounds. The palms of his hands were rough, rubbing against her nipples so crudely it should have hurt. Instead, it sent shivers of pleasure through her body.
"You like that?" he asked.
"Oh, yes," she whispered.
"Hmm," he sighed, pressing his hard cock against the small of her back. "I do, too."
He skated a hand slowly up, caressing her collar bone, her shoulder, her neck. He cupped her chin in his hand and pulled her head backward. His tongue slipped across her jaw to the corner of her mouth. She moaned softly as he slid his tongue into her mouth. No kiss, no pressure, just the meaty taste of his tongue probing her mouth like she hoped his cock would soon do to her pussy.
Lisa turned in his arms, stroking the coarse curls on his chest where they made a sort of pattern across his pecs. She let the hair curl around her fingers as she pressed herself tighter against him, enjoying the feel of his pulsating cock against her lower belly. She let her hand fall slowly between them even as she lifted her face to the softly scented skin of his throat. She tasted salt, heat. She tasted everything she had imagined such a man would have to offer.
She wrapped her hand around his cock as she slid her tongue over his throat, repeating what he had done to her a moment ago. He groaned, the noise vibrating through the hollow at the base of his throat, right below his Adam's apple. A sense of power rushed through her, making her pussy clench with excitement. He wanted her, she could feel it in the rigidness of his cock, in the moisture of his precum. It was a feeling that aroused her beyond physical need.
He buried his fingers in her hair, jerking her head back so that he could capture her lips. His need was evident in his lips, his tongue, as he probed her mouth with a ferocity that sent shivers through her body. She could barely keep up as he yanked her head around at an angle, giving himself even more access to the deep recesses of her mouth. But she did the best she could, returning his movements with soft, insistent movements of her own.
He grabbed her ass with his free hand, jerking her hard against him, trapping her hand where it was still wrapped around his cock. He moved his hips, once, twice, encouraging movement where it was nearly impossible. Hmm...she wished she were taller, that his cock was against her clit. Instead, she shifted slightly, pressed her pussy against the fine hair of his thigh.
"Oh, you're so wet," he groaned against her cheek as he broke their kiss to catch his breath. He forced a hand between their bodies, thrusting a finger as deep as he could inside of her. Lisa cried out and ground herself against him, suddenly needing release.
"Are you ready, baby?" he asked.
"Hmm..."
She couldn't think. She couldn't put together two coherent words. She wanted him, wanted him so desperately that she forget to be worried about his size. When he first undressed, when she first saw just how much he had to offer, she'd felt a shock of fear. But now...all she wanted was him inside of her.
He picked her up and carried her to the small dining room. As he dropped her onto a corner, moving effortlessly between her splayed legs, she could hear the front door opening. Again, she could not put together a coherent thought, could not equate that noise with a phone call she had made an hour before. All she could think about was this tall, beautiful, black man standing between her legs, running his hand slowly over the length of his massive cock.
"Now," she whispered even as he pointed his cock head toward her pussy.
Even as she spotted her husband walking into the room.
She first saw him several months ago. There had been some legal problems at the accounting firm where she worked, so there had also been some changes in management.It was a Monday morning when he arrived, taking the VIP tour with the head of personnel. Lisa was in the break room, bracing herself for the day with one last cup of coffee.
"Look at that," one of the secretaries said with a sigh. "Talk about brown sugar."
Lisa looked up at her companions rather than the men walking through the cubicle jungle. "What does that mean, exactly?"
Another secretary leaned close, pushing Lisa's shoulder with her own. "Look over there. That's all the explanation you will ever need."
It was his eyes she noticed first. They were dark, almost black, such an amazing contrast to the white sclera. And his lashes, they were so long Lisa could imagine how envious most women must be. His dark hair was cropped close to his head, a little longer on top, emphasizing the near perfect roundness of his skull. His skin was a deep chocolate brown, the color of coffee with just a touch of cream. Broad shoulders, well-defined muscles visible even under the layers of his suit. And his smile...Lisa had never seen such a boyish grin in her life. It was the kind of smile that made you want to smile back—and squeeze your thighs together to cool the sudden swelling of your clit.
Suddenly, Lisa understood what brown sugar meant.
A sudden blush burned Lisa's cheeks as she realized he was looking at her and coming toward the break room.
"Oh, hell," the secretary to Lisa's right said. "Is my lipstick smeared?"
The first secretary, Tammy, reached up to pat her thick weave. "Not any worse than mine."
There was no time to do more than smooth her hands over her thin skirt. He stopped just inside the doorway with Tom, the head of personnel. Tom gestured from left to right: "This is Michelle, Tammy, and Lisa."
The man smiled, again that boyish grin doing something to Lisa she had never really experienced without a physical touch. His eyes moved around the room. Lisa thought they lingered on her, just for a second, but she told herself it was impossible. Why would such a beautiful man find her attractive? Wishful thinking, she thought.
"Ladies, this is Scott Hansen. He's the new senior manager."
"It's wonderful to meet you," Tammy said, standing up with an intentional flare of her hips. She held her hand out to him and he graciously took it, looking her in the eye as he did.
"Nice to meet you, too," he said in a deep, baritone voice. "Are you an accountant?"
Tammy giggled softly. "No, I'm a secretary."
