With Sarah's tiny legs wrapped about his waist, Darq negotiated the ancient wrought-iron staircase that led to his private apartments above the workshop and youth center. His king-size bed at the end of the hall seemed way too far at the moment. The large brown suede sectional sofa in the reception area was so much closer. The bed could wait for round three; he thought as he softly fell upon it; pinning her tiny body beneath his much larger one.
This woman did things to him that no other ever had. Awoke him in some primal need to protect and cherish that he had never known. It was not just how incredibly tiny she was, barely more than five feet to his six-foot-six. Or how alabaster and pure her soft skin was, he could almost see the blue veins just beneath the surface. No, this went more in-depth. So much more profound than even he was prepared for.
He had known that he was already half in love with her, even before that first email. That had only grown over the past six weeks as they corresponded. The more she revealed of herself, the deeper he fell under her spell. If she had bewitched him with her innocence, it was an enchantment from which he has no desire to wake.
Her green eyes laughed as she teased, "I thought we had blue silk sheets waiting, Darq." Her small pale hands moved teasingly over his shaved head.
Sarah's hand trembled just a tad at the intimacy. Her mind recognized that making a baby would, of course, be intimate; after all, that was one of her primary reasons for choosing this unconventional path over the clinical option of insemination. Not only had her research shown that artificial insemination was significantly less successful than the old-fashioned way, but the very idea of conceiving her child in such a cold manner had horrified her.
But this moment was even more intense than she had anticipated. He was more intense. It was not merely his size; although six foot six and over two-hundred and fifty pounds of bald black man would be intimidating to most anyone. It was something intangible. Perhaps it was his sheer tenderness; the way he was always careful with her as if she would break. But she feared that the answer might well be in the way he looked at her; as if memorizing everything about her.
Brushing her hair back from her youthful face, Darq bent forward so that his full lips rested close to her ear as he whispered, "The bed will wait. I can't."
He groaned as his cock slipped into her warm body. It was like coming home to the smell of his Nan's fried chicken after the big game. He wanted to go slower this time, wanted to give her more than he ever had any other lover. But he very much feared that was not going to be possible. Why the hell did this little slip of a woman have his stomach in knots and his cock perpetually hard? It seems it had been for over a year, even before that first private message.
Darq_B_Baller: nice pic, what u lookin 4? besides a baby
