Her first instinct was to get off the bed, put on her clothes, and go find her husband. But as Cara lay there, resting in the arms of the man who had provided her with the best sexual experience of her life, she just couldn't remember why.
Yes, she was still afraid of being hurt by this man. He had a reputation of being a ladies man and she was already falling in love with him. But now all she wanted was to go with it. If he wanted to hold her all night, she would let him. If he let go of her and reached for his clothes, she would do the same and eventually move on with her life.
His hand spanned her back and rubbed her gently. "Are you okay?" he asked her quietly.
She couldn't help it. She had to look at him. Sitting up slightly, Cara looked into the gorgeous face of James Walker, star NBA player, and the man who had just fucked her thoroughly. His worried look melted her. "I'm more than okay. That was incredible."
He smiled at her and leaned up to kiss her softly. "I told you I wouldn't hurt you... Well, I hope I didn't hurt you too much."
"You didn't." She wanted to look away and avoid his deep brown eyes but she wanted him to understand her more. "I wasn't worried about you hurting me while we had sex. I was worried about after."
He pulled her on top of him until she was straddling him and grinned when she gasped. He was hard against her pussy. "I'm still not going to hurt you but I'm also going to show you what happens after."
James was already entering her as he pulled her hips towards him. Their combined juices coated his way and the pleasure was intense. Cara moaned. "What happens?"
"We do it again," he growled and thrust up into her. She came instantly. James didn't slow down though. He gripped her hips and humped against her. Then he leaned up and closed his mouth over one of her nipples, sucking urgently.
Cara's eyes rolled back in her head as she picked up his rhythm and learned how to ride the black stallion underneath her. She loved how deep he was so quickly. She came again, gasping his name.
"You're so hot when you cum like that, baby," he told her as he kissed a trail up her body until he licked her neck. "I love how you say my name when you lose control." He gave her a deep kiss, his hands holding her head to keep her there while his hips kept moving into hers. "Fuck! I can't believe how tight you are," he breathed against her. "I want to stay inside you forever." He groaned long and loud then. "I'm going to cum again, baby. You drive me so crazy I can't stop."
"I don't want you to stop," she panted. Cara moved her hips like lightning over him.
"Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you want. I love the way you talk dirty to me with your sexy little mouth." He kissed her again, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in rhythm with his hips. Then, as he moved his mouth along her jaw, she gave in to his request.
"Fuck me, James," she moaned. "I love your big cock inside me. It's so deep and I love squeezing my pussy around it. Do you feel how wet I am? That's all for you. I never get wet like this unless I'm with you or thinking of you. Oh Christ!" Her orgasm hit her hard and she shuddered against him, finally falling forward until her lips were at his ear. "You're the only one who has ever made me cum," she whispered desperately.
"Oh, Cara! I'm cumming, baby!" He squeezed her against him as he fucked wildly beneath her. "Jesus! CARA!"
She felt his cum burst inside her and it caused her to cum again, milking his dick for every last drop of his juice while shouting his name. She rode him relentlessly, never wanting the sensations to end.
Cara eventually went limp and just lay there with her breathing and heartbeat erratically matching his. His arms stayed around her. She wondered how they looked, she, a short, tiny Asian girl, spread over him, a long-limbed, muscled black man. It was a erotic image in her mind even as she realized how temporary it was.
She was sexually sated and falling in love with James but even with all of those feelings she could sense the minutes ticking by. They didn't have much time left.
"Thank you," she told him quietly, fighting the tears she felt threatening.
James moved his hands over her back. "You've nothing to thank me for, Cara. All of this was extremely selfish of me." He pulled her up so he could see her face. "I wanted you at all costs, from the moment I looked down at you at that boring ass party. This is what I wanted. To be with you like this."
"Me too," she admitted. "I've wanted you too."
"Then why did you ignore me? I tried to arrange something, to find a way for us to be together, and you pushed me away."
She slowly moved away from him and sat beside him, pulling a sheet up over her body. "It was my attempt at self preservation. I was overwhelmed with this lust for you. I never felt it before and you . . . Well look at you!"
He reached for the sheet and yanked it from her. "Look at you. Christ, Cara! Don't ever hide your body from me. It's amazing. You're amazing." He reached for her and grasped her face between his hands. "This is overwhelming for me too but ignoring it won't make it go away."
"That's why I'm here. I couldn't stop myself." She kissed him softly. "I want you."
