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sleep claimed her, Kenyatta thought that made perfect sense.
    After all, tonight was her lucky night.
     

     
    Across the room, the Carolina blue painted clock gave the time as ten before midnight. Doran listened to Kenyatta’s soft snores. He could get used to a life filled with her in it. The part-time contact via work had left him craving more interaction with her. Working together might put a strain on their budding relationship, though honestly he didn’t see how. He’d heard other people in the office discussing how hard it was to work with their spouse or lover. Frowning, he shook his head, his eyes taking in Kenyatta’s smooth skin and soft roundness in the faint moonlit room. Not even when her smooth skin wrinkled and dimpled or when the softness became rough he wouldn’t leave her. She felt so delectable in his arms. His hand held her close, kept her there, but no force on earth could make her stay with him. When they connected tonight, he knew at once he would not be able to live without her. Confessing his love, a love he’d held in trust in his heart for months, attempting to hide its glow from her watchful and sometimes distrustful eyes had been a challenge.
     His thumb stroked her tuft of curls at the apex of her pussy. He couldn’t sleep, but not because Kenyatta had not told him she loved him. The excitement and thrill of having fed his fantasy kept him alert and awake. She was his dream girl. Not every day was he awarded an opportunity to watch Kenyatta sleep. So petite she looked engulfed in the sea of blue blankets. Her warm chocolate skin bled into the darkness, but he knew her body. He dropped kisses on her shoulder. Desire flared inside him as she stirred. 
    “Mmmm, that feels nice.” Kenyatta rubbed her naked ass against his growing cock.
    His hand traveled up her torso and over to cup one of her breasts. Fondling it, he pinched its tip, rolling the tightened flesh between his thumb and forefinger. She arched in yearning, pushing the roundness of her butt against him more. With her back to his front, he leaned down and dropped more kisses along her neck, up the nape and around to her ear, while simultaneously teasing her nipple.
    “That feels good,” Kenyatta mumbled, becoming more conscious. “This is how you wake up every morning?”
    “Aye, lass, it isn’t morning,” Doran said softly. “But only for you. You do this to me.”
    She giggled in the shadows and lifted her leg. Draping it over him, Kenyatta reached behind her to touch his nakedness. “You are so hard.”
    “For. You.” With her hand on his cock, he struggled to remain focused. She could derail all his logic—turn him into clay in her hands, when she stroked him like this. The fascinating thing was she could also do it with a look, a kiss, or a batting of her eyes. She let go of his rod.
    “I can go for a midnight snack.”
    “I’m more than a snack,” Doran said, moments before sliding into her slickness.
    Once again, the overwhelming pleasure stole his breath. So hot and wet, Kenyatta welcomed him once again. Tingling shivers raced through him. He plowed deeper into her core, and like before, peace erupted inside him. A calming effect as if he could spend the rest of his life, right here, nestled deep inside her, stroking her with each thrust and plunge of his shaft.
    “So good…” Kenyatta reached behind and wound her hand into his hair. “Oh, yes!”
    He slowed his tempo because he didn’t want her to arrive at her peak, yet. They had all night and he intended to use it—every hour if need be. Kenyatta met his thrusts in an ever quickening pace. He thought he’d have all night to savor her deliciousness, but she obviously had other plans. Rotating her hips, she took his cock further into her tightness. Again and again, their bodies slapped loudly in the quiet room. Only his grunts and Kenyatta’s groans for more interrupted the hush. Furling faster to their goals, Doran gripped her tighter to him.