As he carried her into the hotel suite none of that had changed. She was on fire for this man and she wanted him bad. Christian gently lowered her to the floor but kept his arms around her. Her body yearned for him and his touch. She laughed on the inside of how her ex described her pussy as a freezer. Well, something has happened and all her parts were working because from the onset of Christian in her life the appliance had thawed out. His mouth lowered and was merely inches from hers. “I can leave you here and go to my adjoining room and let this feeling pass,” his voice grew deeper, “or I can take off this gown and we’re going to fuck until neither of us can walk.” At the possibility of him filling her pulsating womanhood with his hardness her mind went clear. She wanted him like she’d never wanted no other. This black woman was going to screw her first white man…her husband. She’d rationalize and work out the other details later. For now she wanted him inside of her.
