Trapped Into Marriage (18 page)

She remembered how well he had stretched her walls and reached every recess of her molten sheathe. She’d been so wet and ready for every inch of him that it hadn’t been as uncomfortable as she’d feared to have someone so big inside her. But then Nick had taken care not to be too rough, giving her just enough to split her senses into multi-colored fireworks.

She let him turn her so he could wash her back, his hand smoothing and lathering the soft, soapy cloth over her shoulder blades and down her spine. She flinched slightly as he skimmed over a lingering bruise just at the back of her left side, and he crooned tenderly in her ear, soothing her as much with his voice as his hands. His touch felt so good, bathing her with such tenderness. She couldn’t wait to do the same for him. He roamed those knowing hands all over her from the back to the front, sponging in between and underneath her breasts, slipping his hands in between her thighs and making them quiver. Keyonna felt like the water turned to steam the moment it hit her scorching flesh; Nick’s teasing touch was turning her on to the max.

She could feel his cock, proudly erect, prodding in between her ass cheeks and he soaped sensually up and down her trim flanks. He whispered some of that sexy Italian she adored inside her ear, and Keyonna reached up her arms to sink her fingers through his slick dark hair. She turned her face to meet his descending lips in a hot, sloppy and spicy kiss.

This went on for long, endless moments as the shower spilled like a waterfall over their bodies. And then Keyonna twisted around, retrieving the sponge from Nick and running it with equal care over every inch of him. Damn but he was one fine specimen; not an ounce of fat and far from bulky; just perfect; all lean, defined muscle with all that gorgeous tanned skin.

Soon Keyonna was flinging the cloth aside and gliding greedy hands all over him. Her breasts were pressed to his back as both her hands shifted boldly down to his cock. Good lord but he seemed even bigger and harder than she’d seen him tonight. Nick groaned deeply, his head thrown back as she stroked him, and jerked firmly on his shaft. It felt blissful to have him fill her palms, to know that he belonged to her and she could savor every potent inch of this marvelous cock that seemed designed just for her pleasure.

“No more teasing,
cara
,” Nick growled, his shaft pulsing like a separate entity in Keyonna’s stroking fingers. He turned round in her embrace, seizing her lips and drawing her upwards by the waist so that she could wrap her legs around his hips.

Keyonna gasped when without further ado, Nick’s rearing cock speared a perfect stroke deep into her pussy.

Heavens above
. That went right through like a knife through butter. She stared into his intensely dark expression, her lips slack with pleasure as he drove in further than ever before, embedded right at the apex of her shivering inner walls. She clutched helplessly to his shoulders as she willed her body not to disintegrate from the agony of being so totally engorged by cock.

“Feel how perfectly you fit around me,” Nick rasped, cupping her ass cheeks and bringing her down more firmly on his throbbing staff. “So tight and wet. Always so ready for me.”

“Yes,” Keyonna gasped, her head spinning round and round. The sound of the shower running seemed to escalate in her ears until it felt like a rushing tempest.

Keyonna felt surprised when Nick reached out to shut off the shower and then, still deep inside her brought her across the steamy tiles to the bathroom sink. Oh boy. Nick slipped out of her quivering pussy and placed her gently on her feet. Then he kissed her lingeringly before turning her so that her back rested against his chest. Keyonna was a little startled to look up and see their images reflected in the misted mirror. She couldn’t help but notice how different they were, and yet how much they complemented each other.

He was hard and strong where she was soft and giving; he was golden tanned and she was that much darker with her honey-brown tones. Keyonna viewed even in the hazy reflection how her spine was arched into him, the column of her neck exposed to his lips raining soft kisses on the damp skin. Just watching them together, and the way his big hands scooped and fondled her breasts almost overwhelmed her senses with how well they suited each other.

How could she have ever thought him a cold and unfeeling brute? Yes, she remembered quite well the reason he’d got her to marry him. But all that was in the distant past. She still couldn’t remember a few portions of what had happened at the wedding, but Keyonna kept telling herself that if she couldn’t recall them then they weren’t that important…

Nick kept on massaging her breasts, kneading their fleshy orbs and pulling erotically on the nipples. Dazed, Keyonna gasped with bliss even as she wondered who the woman in the mirror was becoming. She felt she didn’t recognize the wanton female with the black, slick curls falling down her shoulders while she pushed and undulated her hips and ass into Nick who growled with pleasure in her ear.

Keyonna couldn’t stop staring into Nick’s face as he nipped on her earlobe, shifting one hand from her aroused nipple and down her straining ribcage before circling her quivering belly button and then lower still. She whimpered loudly when his fingers parted her dewy, swollen vulva. He sought out her clit from its hood and jockeyed it with his index finger. The moisture and heat rushed to her core when she met the intensity of his lustful gaze.

“I’ll never get over how beautiful you are, sweet wife,” Nick rasped in her ear. “Especially now with your full, dusky pink lips parted, your deep brown skin glowing, your lovely high cheekbones and your beautiful almond shaped eyes smoky with desire and framed by these soft curls falling around your face.”

Keyonna whined, loving how he made her feel so hot and sexy. He spoke of each part of her with such appreciation that she swore never to feel self-conscious of anything about herself, ever again.

Their eyes met in the mirror and Keyonna knew Nick could see how desperately she needed him. Her pussy still twitched from being impaled so deeply by his cock in the shower, and how each thrust had hit its target without fail. Now she placed one of her hands over his as he caressed her dripping pussy, and then with her other hand she reached behind her so she could cup his probing erection.

Keyonna heard his sharply indrawn breath and for the umpteenth time, reveled in the size of him and how sexy they looked touching each other with such intimacy. It had always been Keyonna’s dream to be with a man just like Nick, so gorgeously masculine and physically appealing in every way who also knew just how to switch on her buttons.

She loved the way every muscle in his arms and shoulders flexed, the heat of his flesh pressed up hard against hers, and the way their skin contrasted so strikingly. It was such an erotic picture and she wondered why she’d fought her attraction to him so long in the beginning when they’d first met over business. Deep inside she had sensed he was way out of her league; or that he would never be into someone like her: a black woman who could hardly claim she was anything close to the kind of models and heiresses she’d pictured him with.

And yet now here they were, together as one, the world outside forgotten as everything that mattered was right here in this bubble of space and time. Driven by a desire so strong it made her heart pound like a bass drum, Keyonna stared deeply into his darkly passionate gaze in the mirror and said in a surprisingly steady voice, “Fuck me now, Nick. Fuck me hard.”

Being a man of action as she expected, Keyonna was to have her wish granted in no time. Nick pushed into the small of her back and had her bent slightly forward, her arms holding her steady against the counter as she parted her legs. The next instant Nick lined up behind her and thrust himself into her slippery, twitching center. All it took was one smooth, high-powered motion and he was buried inside to the hilt.

Keyonna could hear them both cry out at the jarring contact. Nick’s hands were heavy on her hips, pulling her tight against him as he steadied himself inside her for a few moments as they breathed harshly, tensions rising. And then he withdrew only slightly, bending his knees and then plunging right back into her pussy at a whole new different angle. This time, Keyonna screamed.

Damn but that felt incredible, thought Keyonna as her walls seemed to vibrate around his cock like the shock waves of a sonic boom. Nick must have felt how tightly her walls gripped him, because he groaned deeply, gripping her hips so much tighter she could feel each imprint of his fingers. He continued to move with choppy, hard thrusts to her very depths, each angled lunge of his hips ensuring that his dick stroked every sensitive spot in her vaginal canal.

The sounds of their red-hot sex filled the bathroom and the visual of their reflected mating teased her in the mirror as Keyonna watched Nick push and pull into her. His movements grew more driven and feral and each time he bottomed out inside her, they both grunted with half-agony, half-pleasure. This was exactly what Keyonna had needed; this was what she’d demanded for. Nick’s cock virtually assaulting her pussy, the sound of his skin smacking against the back of her thighs and buttocks as their moans of ecstasy echoed around them.

Eager for an even deeper connection, Keyonna strained her neck to the side and gazed up at Nick’s curvy mouth, her lips brushing against his jaw to get his attention. To her delight he responded instantly, bending to seize her lips in a ravenous kiss. His tongue thrust deep inside to massage against hers as his thrusts drilled faster.

“Having a hot new wife like you makes a man want to have all kinds of sex in all kinds of places,” Nick rasped thickly into her open mouth, and Keyonna shuddered deliciously in response.

“Considering my husband is freaking hot as well, I fully intend to oblige whatever he suggests,” Keyonna said on a gasp and a giggle. Her breasts swung and jiggled as he slammed into her harder.

“Oh damn that feels good,” she whispered huskily, turning to watch again in the mirror. Nick grunted some response she couldn’t discern, and then she watched with bated breath as he slid his hand down her belly and over the light strip of curls on her mound till he unveiled her clit. Keyonna let out a wail of approval when he pressed firmly unto that little swollen bead while he stroked in and out of her more powerfully.

His free hand cupped her breasts one after the other, pleasuring them as he fucked her down to the bone. Keyonna blinked several times, feeling layer after layer of bliss engulf her as her orgasm swelled. Keyonna felt Nick increase the pressure on her clit while his pace grew almost manic, his grunts deep and loud. Keyonna knew he was just as close as she was; knew the oncoming crash would be titanic.

Her legs began to tremble and she lifted her arms to clutch behind his neck as deep within, her pussy tightened around him like a fist closing and opening. He whispered four words in her ear that had her ass moving harder against his pelvic bone as she hounded after her release: “
Come for me, Keyonna.”

Keyonna heard herself crying out, “Nick…oh fuck, I’m coming!” just as her orgasm slammed into her like a freight train. He rode it out with her, shouting her name as he came deep inside her, his throbbing cock brimming her once again with his hot seed. He continued to stroke inside her as he reached down for a kiss, letting the final waves of their conjoined orgasm wash through them.

Keyonna’s muscles didn’t stop breathing around his cock, and because she wanted this special contact to last just that much longer, she whispered to him not to pull out yet.

“Nothing could drag me away,” Nick growled, meeting her eyes in the mirror.

His hand was still cupped over her sex, and Keyonna sighed deeply as she lifted her hand to his cheek and turned for one more kiss.

***

Keyonna remembered they’d washed off the traces of their wild, sweaty romp in the shower and then had tumbled back into bed, Nick holding her close and kissing the top of her head as he ordered her gently to get some rest. Keyonna closed her eyes obediently, and it felt like only moments later that she woke up and found herself alone in the sheets.

But now her sexy lover and husband had returned, and he was right where she needed him to be. Close at her side, holding her and kissing her in ways that made her feel both treasured as well as desired. His woman. His wife. It gave Keyonna the best feeling in the world to think she was cherished by the man who already meant the world to her.

Nick drew her down with him until they lay side by side on the pillows. Their lips drew apart but she still felt their silken connection, the mirroring passion in their locked gaze. The way he looked at her…almost like he didn’t believe she was the same person, made Keyonna feel shy as she ducked her face. But then he chuckled softly, his hand lifting to stroke her cheek. Keyonna instantly turned her face inside his palm, kissing it softly.

“I love you,” Nick said suddenly.

Keyonna drew in a sharp breath and stared up at him, knowing deep down inside that this was the first time ever she’d heard him say those words to her. It felt so good to hear them now, better than if he’d said them a million time before. Because she knew in her heart he meant them.

“Oh Nick,” Keyonna breathed, sliding closer to kiss him on the lips lingeringly. It was moments like this that she didn’t care so much about her memory loss. What did the past matter when the present felt so dreamy? And the future had never looked brighter than it did right then, with Nick’s lips warm and sweet merging firmly with hers.