Page 75 of Loving Amari

I pick her up and carry her into the bathroom. Then I start to undress her, slowly peeling off her dress. She’s not wearing anything underneath. Her caramel skin glows. Her curves are perfect, breasts full, nipples already hardening.

I undress myself, pulling off my shirt, my pants, until I’m naked before her. Her eyes roam over my body, appreciation clear in her gaze.

I grab washcloths and towels, then turn on the shower. Steam fills the bathroom as the water heats.

I pull her under the spray with me, the hot water cascading over both of us. I grab the soap and washcloth, lathering it up.

“Let me take care of you.”

I start washing her, beginning with her shoulders, moving down her arms with gentle circular motions. I wash her breasts, cupping them, thumbs brushing over her nipples. She gasps, arching into my touch.

I wash her stomach, her hips, then drop to my knees. I wash her legs, her feet, worshipping every inch of her skin. Then I work my way back up, my hands sliding between her thighs.

“Amari,” she breathes.

“I’ve missed you so much.” I stand, pulling her close. “Every second of every day.”

She takes the washcloth from me. “My turn.”

She washes me with the same reverence, her hands gliding over my chest, my abs, lower. When her hand wraps around my dick, I groan.

“Carla.”

“I’ve missed you too.” She strokes me slowly, water running over us.

She looks up at me with those eyes I’ve been dreaming about for two months. “I want you to fuck me like a bear.”

I grin, pulling her close. “It would be my pleasure.”

25

CARLA

Amari carries me out of the shower, water still dripping from our bodies. He lays me gently on the bed, his golden eyes dark with hunger as they roam over me.

He starts at my ankle, pressing soft kisses up my calf, my thigh. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he spreads my legs wider.

“I’m going to take my time with you first,” he murmurs.

His tongue makes contact and I gasp. He licks slowly, deliberately, exploring every fold. When he reaches my clit, he circles it with the tip of his tongue before sucking it between his lips.

“Amari,” I moan, my hands finding his head.

He hums against me, the vibration sending pleasure through my core. His tongue dips lower, pushing inside me, tasting me. I arch off the bed as he works me with his mouth.

His fingers join his tongue, two sliding inside while he focuses on my clit. He curls them upward, hitting that spot that makes my vision white out.

“Oh god,” I breathe.

He increases his pace, his fingers pumping faster while his tongue flicks rapidly against my sensitive bud. The pressure builds impossibly fast.

When I come, it tears through me hard. My thighs shake on either side of his head but he doesn’t stop, working me through every wave.

Before I can recover, he’s positioning himself between my legs. He slides inside in one smooth thrust and we both groan at the sensation.

He starts slow, deep strokes that fill me completely. His eyes lock on mine as he moves, each thrust controlled.

“You feel so good,” he says, leaning down to capture my lips.