anything else and he definitely wasnât going to give her a chance to change her mind. He turned her around and pressed her against the door, her breasts pushed against the thick wooden frame.
âSlow, Detrick, go slow.â
âI wonât hurt you, baby.â Detrick slid a condom out of his pocket and tore the wrapper off.
âHurry up,â Lenora whimpered.
Detrick rolled the condom down on his length, then he wrapped his arms around Lenora and again pushed his fingers in the top ofher thighs as he bit the back of her neck. âYouâre so damn sexy.â His thick erection lingered on her behind.
She groaned. Detrick was the only one she trusted like this, the only one who she had opened up her mind to like that. She knew deep in her heart that she could trust Detrick; he would never hurt her.
He kissed the back of her neck again. âAre you ready?â He pulled her body away from the door and flush against his own; her curved back was just inches from his chest as her behind rested fully on his pelvis. Detrick grabbed her onion bottom and caressed it, his touch interchanged from a feather stroke to a heavy grope.
âDo it, baby, please.â
âRelax.â Detrickâs voice in her ear was hypnotic; his hands still groped a beautiful rhythm on her breasts and her front inner petals until her wetness covered his hands and seeped back on his centered mass, giving him the lubrication he needed.
Detrick pressed into her tight space. Lenora grunted out loud and called his name, the lust in her voice for this unique craving that she only had with Detrick turned him on more. He spread his legs wider, which spread her legs wider, and pressed her flush against the door again. Lenora turned her head to the side to breathe. Her nails scratched at the door. Detrick kissed her ear, earlobe, the side of her face. Detrick placed his hands flush on the wall as he pressed again, slowly, inch by inch, into Lenoraâs forbidden space.
âOw, baby, stop. I canât do it.â The pain was always greater than Lenora remembered. âI changed my mind.â
âRelax, baby, just relax.â Detrick stuck his tongue in her ear. âI wonât hurt you.â He pushed in a little further.
She groaned louder.
âDo you need me to stop?â
âNo, baby,â Lenora grunted, her breathing heavy. âDonât listen to me. Donât stop.â
He pushed again, going deeper. She screamed and in that second, pleasure replaced pain, as she clawed at the wall. âRight there, baby,â Lenora gasped.
âNora, baby, you just donât knowâ¦â Detrick found his rhythm and lost himself in her tightness.
5
Sunlight peeked through the blinds and tapped across Lenoraâs closed eyelids. She lay wrapped within Detrickâs body, both of them naked, on the long brown leather sectional. Trying to ignore the sun, Lenora turned on her side and buried herself into Detrickâs thick frame. They had lost track of time, between exploring each other, washing one another, and then going at it again until they both passed out.
But Lenora needed to go to work. She sighed as her mind released sleep and her eyes opened.
In front of her, on the coffee table, were stacks of bills that Detrick must have been counting when she interrupted him in the wee hours of the morning.
Detrickâs eyes were already open; he was looking at the ceiling as if he were going over a mental checklist of things to do.
âI got to go,â Lenora said.
âYou can stay a minute.â Detrick smacked her bottom. âAlways trying to rush off somewhere.â
âUnlike somebody up in here, I actually work a job.â
âGo on with that.â Detrick lit the cigar in the ashtray next to the couch and took a puff. Lenora sat up and inhaled the smoke. âI work, too.â
Lenora leaned back and looked at her leg wrapped around Detrickâs.It was a good