quick and shallow as his lips fastened onto her neck. His breath was hot and moist in her ear as he sucked her earlobe. Pulling away from him, she feverishly pushed his trousers down off his hips. She gazed longingly at his rigid member jutting forward against the thin fabric of his silk briefs.
Trevor began nipping softly at her collarbone as he slipped the strap off her shoulder. His lips followed the line of the falling gown as it slipped lower on her bosom. The rigid tips of her large breasts held the soft fabric in place, not allowing it to fall. With each heaving breath the fabric rose and fell but stayed in place, covering her breasts. Deftly he cupped his hands under her arms and then inserted his hands in the sides of the gown and pushed it down off her breasts. Her breasts were like giant orbs of firm brown flesh. She stood naked to the waist before him. He cupped one breast in both hands and brought it to his mouth, teasing her nipple with his tongue.
Denise could feel the liquid moisture dripping between her thighs. If he touched her there, she knew she would be unable to contain the scream, which was burgeoning in her throat.
Determined to give her as much of her fantasy as he could, Trevor pushed back the piano seat and moved Denise to stand in front of him at the piano. The cover was closed over the ivory keys.
She could feel the cold rigid wood against her butt cheeks as Trevor slipped his hand into the side split of her gown. Expertly he found the wet throbbing bulb and stroked it lightly. Denise’s orgasmic scream pierced his ear as her breathing became more ragged and she went limp against his chest. Continuing to stroke her clitoris, Trevor slipped out of his boxers.
Standing on tiptoe, she tried to move away from his insistent fingers, unwittingly easing herself up onto the piano-key cover. She gazed hungrily at him and reached out to touch his erect penis.
He gently removed her hand from his shaft and placed a condom in it.
“Dress me,” he said huskily, latching onto her heaving breast with his mouth.
Feeling the wet juices beginning to run down her legs, Denise clumsily took the condom from his hand and unwrapped it. Fighting the weakness in her knees, she slid the condom onto the tip of his penis and began the process of unrolling it up the length of his shaft. She’d never done this before and would never have imagined how exciting it was to watch the silken skin disappear inside the latex casing, knowing full well the length of it would soon be disappearing inside her.
Trevor moved the piano seat closer to the piano and instructed Denise to raise one leg onto the stool. With the stool as leverage he was able to ease her buttocks into a seated position on the piano keys and enter her from a standing position.
Ignoring the discomfort of her position on the piano, she relished the feel of him inside her. Wrapping her free leg around his waist, she accepted the pain of the unyielding wood against her back as she pushed forward, driving him deeper inside. His hands clasped firmly onto her buttocks, holding her aloft while he rhythmically stroked in and out of her body.
He admired her strength. He knew she was uncomfortable, but she was taking every inch he had to offer. She was as strong as a bull. She was a large woman, but her skin was taut and firm. Her stomach was flat, her hips wide, and she possessed firm, round buttocks. Nothing on Denise jiggled; daily workouts made sure of this.
Feeling her orgasm again, he eased her down off the piano and led her down the hallway to the back bedroom they always used. Denise followed silently behind him. She stopped just inside the doorway and looked at him as he stood next to the bed waiting for her. His shirt was completely unbuttoned, and he was naked from the waist down except for a fresh condom, which she’d never even seen him put on. Such a handsome specimen of African-American manhood, and he was waiting for her. She smiled at the thought. He’s waiting to make love to me again.
Trevor studied the play of emotions on her face. Denise was a walking, breathing contradiction. She wanted a man as a permanent fixture in her life, yet she couldn’t yield the inevitable control over her life she assumed having one would take. If she gave herself a break, she would make a fine wife and mother. But she was too hard on herself and those around her. So she paid for the fantasy instead. He held out his hand to her. “Come on, sweetheart,” he said and invited her to join him.
She smiled demurely and started toward him. Her large breasts swayed naturally with the sexy roll of her wide, rounded hips. As she started across the room, her gaze fell upon a framed picture on the opposite wall. She looked from the picture to the man who waited at her bedside, and her fantasy came alive. He was home; her man was home.
She pressed her breasts against his bare chest and laid her face on his shoulder. She breathed deeply of the essence of him and was warmed by his scent.
He nestled his face in her long, thick hair and cupped her jaw in the palm of his hand, lightly running his tongue along the outline of her ear. With his other hand he caressed her large buttocks and pressed the length of his manhood against her belly. Small asses might be cute to look at, but he liked Denise’s ass. It was large, sturdy, and made a great cushion in the bed. When he pounded her deeply, her buoyant ass gave her a boost right back up against his dick. The throbbing in his dick got harder just thinking about the ride he was about to take.
Without further delay he got into the bed and pulled her onto it with him. He eased into the comfort of her soft, rounded curves. Her body enveloped his, and he rested comfortably on her double-D-cup breasts before pushing deeply inside her hidden passion.
Denise emitted a deeply satisfied sigh as she matched her movements to his. She rocked him back and forth, using the strength of her stomach muscles and buttocks to create a rolling sensation. She preferred the missionary position because it allowed her to watch her partner’s expressions. She’d practiced and perfected her own special hip roll for maximum pleasure.
Trevor let her take control because that’s what she paid him for, and he enjoyed the feeling of free-falling into her deep sea whenever she hit the perfect wave. He massaged one of her breasts and brought it to his lips, covering the large brown nipple with his mouth. His tongue encircled the sensitive button tip sensuously, licking and sucking alternately.
Denise’s breathing quickened, and her heart beat faster. His warm, wet tongue on her nipple was creating a raging storm in her body, and she knew an explosion was near. Her legs tightened around his thighs, and she gripped his ass cheeks with her long nails.
He felt the change in her body and immediately picked up the pace. He pumped faster, longer, and deeper inside her body until her rumbling moan signaled her climax had been reached. This signaled him to release his own cum deep inside his protective sheath.
Five minutes later he was back in the living room collecting his clothes off the floor. He checked his watch. Fifteen minutes over. He would have to be more careful next time. Clients weren’t allowed extra time unless they planned it in advance and paid for it. He wasn’t too worried about Denise, though. Usually she didn’t even keep him the full ninety minutes anyway. He dressed quickly and headed out the kitchen to the side door. His envelope was waiting on the side table as always. He stuffed it into his pocket and closed the door behind him.
Denise lay in the queen-size bed staring at the ceiling above her. The ceiling fan was still and the room eerily quiet after his departure. She stared vacantly at the white blades of the fan with the gold-accented tips, the tiny ball chain dangling beneath. She switched her focus to the E.C. Wright framed print on the far bedroom wall—the handsome Black Union soldier leaning down from his horse to plant a kiss on the upturned mouth of his black wife as he prepared to journey to war. Denise had loved this picture from the moment she’d first seen it. She was deeply touched by the handsome ultramasculine soldier heading off to war, stopping for
