Eryn, a beautiful, black woman leaves her cheating husband and goes back to her hometown to a funeral. She sees Dillon again, a lover from her past. Will the passion they once experienced reignite and bring them closer together than ever before?
African-American Eryn Kramer is married to wealthy Ed Kramer, a big time lawyer in Chicago. He is cheating and she discovers she must leave and start filing divorce papers. Upon finding out there has been a death in the family, she rides the train to Mortonville where her cousin meets her. Dillon, a handsome white hunk from her past pays respects to the family and to her. The chemistry still sizzles between them will they get back together and will her soon to be ex-husband be a distant memory.
Ebook ISBN: 978-1-60054-196-8
Length: 32, 000 Words
Genre: Interracial Romance
Rating: Shooting Star
Price: 4.75
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Excerpt:
“Hold on.” He made sure the door was locked and dimmed the lights. He stood beside the bed. His dick throbbing, he hooked his thumbs in his boxers, taking them down, exposing his sex. She gazed at his massive erection.
He brought out a foil packet and placed it on the night stand beside the bed. She lay with her back to the cushions of the headboard. As she cast a dreamy look his way, he raised his arms over his head, proud of his erection.
He dimmed the lights a little more and gazed her way. The unmistakable note of lust lingered in her eyes. "I like a little light in the room. I want to see you."
She lay down on the bed and he sat beside her.
"With me around you won't have to use that vibrator I saw in your suitcase." So easily he could take her right there and then, fuck her hard and do it quick, but this evening he'd exercise control.
Softly she said, "I'd much rather have you."
She languished in awe of his chiseled face and penetrating, blue gaze that seemed guaranteed to make her pant with desire. Her damp hair spread on the pillow under her head. The cool air flowed over her ticklish skin and her nipples hardened into tight buds.
The mattress under her jiggled climbed onto the bed beside her. She gazed at his bobbing, stiff phallus as he moved. His rough hands moved over her delicate breasts. "I've dreamt of this moment."
“Me too.”
Dillon wanted her hot and wet and begging him to go on. She's not at that point yet. I don’t want to rush her. He pulled the towel she held aside, baring her neatly trimmed beckoning pussy. The moment he'd sink his shaft deep inside her loomed large in his mind.
He moved his hands over her soft brown skin, savoring her beauty, committing it to memory. Her lissome body promised to give him much pleasure and he shuddered at the prospect. Dillon felt lucky because she gave him this second chance. I'll try to satisfy her every fantasy.
He held his lower body against hers. He hugged her trembling, supple form to himself. God, I love her feel, so soft and warm. Dillon let her get accustomed to his touches and probes. His swollen member thickened more as he imagined the resulting tight fit when the head of his cock slid into her cunt, like a hand fitting into a glove.
His spread hand slid down her back, cupped her rounded derriere and let it stay there until she squirmed, showing him her need, requesting he continue. He pulled her tightly to his erection again so she could feel for herself how she affected him. His voice husky with emotion, he whispered, "I need you so much."
He moved his fingertips over her inviting swells and raised them from her chest wall. Each breast filled a hand. With the touch of an expert, Dillon massaged, licked and kissed them, taking precautions to make the experience scorching and memorable. His hands abandoned her breasts, smoothed down her sides and stroked her belly, prodding and plying her cool flesh, readying her for sex.
The velvet hairs that that encircled his sex drew her fingers like a magnet. She grasped and ringed his shaft with her forefinger and thumb. He moved and her hands slipped away from it as he continued tending her needs.
"You feel good," she murmured.
"So do you."
He placed sweet, soft kisses on her belly and thighs, fueling her passion. When he rhythmically pushed two fingers into her pussy, she moaned, feeling her pussy's wetness. He pulled her to him and kissed her lips deep and long.
For the moment their mouths fused, his hard chest compressed her breasts between their bodies while their tongues played and darted around each other's mouths, caressing like wet silk. Chuckling deep in his throat, Dillon suckled her lower lip. His mouth left hers and moved down her body, feathering a wetly tongued trail on a southern mission of sorts. Her breath caught in her throat when she felt his breath on her engorged lips. He kissed her pulsing center, bit her lips and teased her clitoris with punitive tongue lashes. In place, she writhed with desire. Wicked, wonderful sensations caused her body to quake. Her legs parted more and she whimpered. The feeling is so incredible. My body is on fire.
Orgasmic shudders rippled as she lost control and cried out, "Yesssss." Tears of joy and release washed down her cheeks.
His long, slow gentle strokes began driving her needs high and she rode his fingers. He slid fingers into her pussy and ass at the same time and brought her right up to the edge and stopped. Her hips rose, wanting more, but his fingers left her.
