1. A Mississippi Kite


    Date: 12/9/2023, Categories: Interracial Love, Author: byTail_Gunner 

    ... of the door lock. There she was, close enough to touch. Seeing him up close she sucked in a deep breath, clutched the cotton sundress just in front of her breast.

"Yes?" she said. Then: "... come in. Your are from next door."

She moved aside, lettin him slip past her. She touched his forearm when he went past her.

"I thought I should introduce myself since you know almost everything else about me," he teased.

"I brought wine and some music." He help up the wine bottle, the glasses, the record.

Later Leitha wondered how many other women he had bedded in this house. He had walked confidently across the living room and deftly slipped the record onto the player, turned to her and asked, "Do you shag?"

She couldn't help but laugh.

He took her hand and they began the beach dance to the Clovers singing "Drive It Home." Slowly he drew her into him as they settled into a sinuous waltz. Moving his hand up and down her back, he finally let it settle on the back of her neck, his bicep pressing against her breast.

He pulled her close in to his body, was aware of her warm and close against his groin. He kissed her, tipped her head back and kissed her mouth, his tongue between her lips, touching her tongue. She moved her hands on the man's black firm body, felt the hardness of his stomach, the round firmness of his ass: the taunt muscles.

She was acutely aware of the pressure of his body against hers and even more aware of the wetness between her legs. He tipped ...
    ... her head back and kissed her, softly, gently. She looked into his eyes and slid her hands lower, feeling the hardness of his stomach and the roundness of his ass. He pulled her closer and began to kiss her eyes, her cheeks, her neck, and moved back to her mouth.

'God, he's a great kisser.' Leitha had always been a sucker for a good kisser.

"You kiss good," Bo told her. Put his tongue back in her mouth, pushed

between her legs with his thigh.

She felt her nipples harden and was frantic for him to touch her. He began to trace lazy circles around one breast while he licked and tasted her mouth, her neck and her other breast.

Leitha moved against him, he sensed her willing him to touch her. He traced a fore finger over her breast, he lifted the hem of the sundress, took whole handfuls of her ass, squeezed.

As he sucked and squeezed, Leitha concentrated hard not to climax too soon. It was difficult.

"I can't wait," she told him.

"For what," he asked. "Can't wait for what?"

"You," she said. "I can't wait for you."

"Tell me," he said. Looked into her eyes. "Tell me what you can't wait for."

Leitha's face flushed, she looked away.

"Tell me," he repeated.

"Fuck me," she blurted out. "I can't wait for you to fuck me."

Finally, he scooped her up and she rode him as he walked into the bedroom. Bo lifted her, her legs around his waist, arms around his neck. He already knew, she realized later, where the bedroom was.

The sound came out of the ...
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