Page 79 of 1001 Dark Nights: Bundle Forty-Two

A shared breath whooshes from us both as she takes as muchas she can.

“Fuck, Naz.” She grimaces.

I look between us, almost losing my mind at seeing myselfhalfway in and her body stretched around me.

“How much more?” she asks, breathless.

“You can do it,” I murmur, squeezing both cheeks of her assand running my hands up her back. “I know you can take it all.”

“Just gimme a sec,” she pants, easing down another inch orso.

“Shit!” The word explodes from me as her tight pussy clampsaround my dick, taking more of me. My mind spins and my abs clench as she movesthe slightest bit, rocking her hips in tight undulations all while sliding downa little more until she’s spread over me, and when I look between us, I don’tsee my dick at all. Her pussy has eaten me up, swallowed me whole. She liftsher chin, eyes alight with triumph and lust.

“I did it,” she gasps, rocking onto me.

“You’re so good.” I grunt into the wet curve of her neck.“So good. I knew you could do it, baby.”

I slump back into the shower wall, holding her hips as sherolls over me, the muscles of her thighs flexing as she rises and falls, herexpression twisting as I screw up into her body. Her breasts bounce, and shethrows her head back, bottom lip trapped between her teeth, drops of waterspraying over her back and shoulders, droplets gliding down her belly tochristen the place where our bodies interlock. I rub and pinch her clit, and she screams, her shoulders shaking with hoarsecries as our movements turn frenzied. Her muscles seize around me as she comes,burying her face into my neck, shaking with her release.

I stand, keeping her close, not allowing space between ourbodies, and walk over to the shower wall. Pressing into her, pinning her there,I reach for her leg to anchor at my back. She’s listless, still coming down,her eyes rolling back and her mouth slack. I give herno time to recover, but surge inside her.

“Oh!” Her eyes go wide. “Naz.”

There’s a drum in my head, in my heart. It’s primitive,percussive, unrelenting, and it possesses me. I poundinto her, pushing her body into a wet slide up the wall. Her legs slip on andoff my ass while she tries to anchor herself.

“Is it too much?” I manage to clear my head long enough toask, unable to even let up while I wait for her answer. I only pray that if shesays it’s too much, I can pull back.

She digs her nails into my neck, jerks my head toward heruntil her lips are at my ear.

“Harder.” Her breath is hot at mythroat as she locks her ankles at the base of my spine. “I wannahave trouble sitting down. Can you do that for me, Naz?”

“Jesus, Kira.” I grunt, planting my feet wider, gripping herthigh so tightly I’m afraid it will bruise. “You shouldn’t have said that.”

I’m like a berserker who’s lost the thread of time andreason, lost to a fever, to madness. Whatever beast this woman awakened in meroars out of his cage and fucks her into that wall,heedless of anything but the legs splayed and the tight opening dripping forhim. He takes and takes and takes and takes. He takesuntil he’s satisfied. He takes until she is, too.

Chapter Fifteen

Takira

I did ask for this.

I told Naz I wanted to have trouble sitting down, and fordays I’ve been walking like I had a stick up my ass because I basically have.More like a tree trunk. I’m still getting used to him, but damnif it’s not the best sex of my life. I would not change one thing, one moment,but I’m just starting to walk with no twinges of discomfort.

He’s abandoned his cabin completely and has spent everynight over the last week with me. Why front? He brought me here, and we can’tget enough of each other. I’m glad we’re on this yacht with a bunch of coupleswho also can’t get enough of each other because we’d be pretty obnoxious otherwise.

He’s rich as hell and could shower me with material things.And he does. At every port, I find some keepsake fromthe local shops he’s left for me in the room—an ankle bracelet, clips for myhair, diamond earrings. There has been no shortage of gifts, but the real gifthas been his attention. The way he cares. The man bathes me. He wraps my hairup at night. He washes my face. I don’t know what this is, but I feel spoiled.Doted on. Adored. At first I was like…is this cringe? Is it weird? But then Irecalled all those times when I didn’t feel valued in a relationship. All thosetimes a guy disrespected me by looking at other women all night. All thosetimes I didn’t feel this almost embarrassing amount of single-minded focus froma man who’s determined I’ll know how much he enjoys me. How much he likes me.Cherishes me, even. He’s constantly pulling me onto his lap. We sneak away fromthe group anytime the mood strikes us. Last night at dinner, he fed me from hisplate.

From his plate.

Who am I right now?

I’m that girl, living out a fantasy on a half-a-billion dollar yacht floating on dreams along the coast ofItaly. Forget Black girl magic. This is pure sorcery, and if it’s a spell,we’re both under it.

“I would love to know what’s going on inside that head rightnow,” Lotus says, chuckling and setting aside the sketches we were reviewingfor her Carnival-themed summer line.

“What?” I bite into a smile. “Sorry. I lost my train ofthought.”

“Hmmmmmm,” Lotus hums. “Wild, wildthoughts, judging by the way you and Naz have been acting.”