Zora had smiled at Reed when he’d approached her, drinking in the six-four ebony god with simmering honey brown eyes. She hadn’t been impressed with his shoulder length dreadlocks, they were too basic, hid his handsome face. But, as her eyes had roamed his body, those muscular thighs in those tight jeans and snug fitting V-neck sweater showed off an impressive body she could forgive the hair. As a matter of fact, she wanted to pull them.
“I know you hear this all the time,” Reed had said. “But you’re a beautiful woman and I wasn’t going to leave this club without getting a chance to say hello.”
“That’s a different approach,” she’d replied then extended her hand to him. “I’m Zora Daniels.”
Taking a page from the player handbook, Reed had kissed her soft hand and then inched closer to her. “What do you say we get out of here and take a bite out of the Big Apple?”
She’d raised her right eyebrow. Who was this guy, she’d wondered and why had she agreed, allowing him to take her by the hand and lead her out of the club. They’d done typical tourist things, a carriage ride in Central Park. Walking down Broadway, dining on hot dogs and sipping Cokes. They’d talked about their dreams and what their future plans were. Then, Zora’s ad had scrolled across a billboard. She’d shrieked and grabbed Reed. “I can’t believe it,” she’d screamed. “I’m on Broadway!”
“Congratulations,” he’d replied. Zora hugged him tightly and then their lips met. As they’d kissed Reed slipped his hands underneath her coat and discovered that she was naked. Oh, he’d liked this girl.
“I want you, right now,” she’d moaned then wrapped her legs around his waist. Shocked, but hard as a brick, Reed had gone with the flow and he and Zora had the hottest sex on a bench. She’d unzipped his jeans and his erection was primed and ready to feel her on top of him.
“Condom, got one in my wallet,” he’d breathlessly said.
Zora had reached into her purse and handed him a gold packet. “I’m always prepared,” she’d replied as she took his left hand and placed it on her breast. He’d kneaded and stroked her full breast then leaned in and suckled at her nipple until she screamed. She had been so wet that Reed felt it on the tip of his erection. Quickly, he’d ripped the condom package open, rolled it in place and thrust into her. She’d ground against him, clamping down on him and milking him. When he’d closed his eyes, though, he imagined Layla making his body explode with satisfaction. Imagined it had been her lips he’d kissed and her breasts pressed against his chest. Moaning, about to reach his climax, Reed had opened his eyes and faced Zora, her onyx ears had locked with his, her cocoa brown hands wrapped around his neck.
“Say my name,” she’d commanded.
“Zora,” he’d growled before covering her full lips with his. He’d sucked her bottom lip until she’d quivered, climaxed and fell against him.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .