8 
IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT

Justine felt Darrius’s hulking rage against her backside. It was glorious, wet, dark, hungry—everything she needed. She slid up and down against him, feeling his erection expand, the moisture of his droplets of eager cum, and the rigid, juicy tip massaging her moist skin. Her mind went crazy from want, and the very idea of his semen anywhere on her made her wild. She cupped the underside of her breasts—squeezing them together, matching each tight nipple, point to point. When her eyes were open, she could see the medicine wheel spinning, spinning potent vibes throughout the room, drawing her to the point where she had to face him, give him what they both needed. With that realization, she shifted in his lap. Their eyes locked, and in heated fury, Justine kissed him in openmouthed tugs, feeling his tongue as it swirled around hers. The movement of his fingers as they danced up her stomach and to her breasts, toying with and tugging at the hardened nipples as they kissed, drove her wild.

One touch of his lips against hers made her see distant lands and times; he took her away, and to a place she never wanted to leave—total male inhabitation. Every part of her was awake now, from her hair follicles to the bottoms of her feet, and the deeper she kissed Darrius, the more her passion heightened. Her sex quivered, thrusting against him, wanting, needing him to explore it the way he would a hidden cave. She wanted him to hunt her, set a trail, dig in and claim his space within her body. God, how she ached for him, and her body jutting against his reinforced her need. She was insane now, and nothing could cure her but him pumping inch upon inch into her.

Needing it now, Justine relinquished her kiss, slowly pulling back and leaving him lunging for more. Without another word and without casting her gaze anywhere else but on him, she stood and slipped from the wet panties. Seeing his exposed length literally vibrating against his damp shirt made her drop to her knees again. Everything seemed like a dream, and that at any moment she would awaken in her room at the hotel. However, once her hands made contact with his penis, she, indeed, knew it was a dream—a waking dream that felt so good in her hands. Finally. His rich brown hue, the stiffness and heat of an incredible erection, consumed her. She had to have it, and without further delay, she had it.

His scent lingered long and hard against her palate. She let the tip of his sex play at her lips before tenderly embracing him with her mouth. His hands played in her hair, and he then slid the dress up her back; it made her take in more of him. He removed her dress, and within moments, swift, talented fingers dipped in and out of a juiced sex. He was now almost completely inside her mouth. If she had ever wondered what the best taste in life was, he had to be it. She was insatiable, taking in as much length as she could handle. Her soft tongue seduced the turgid veins of his phallus. Her gentle hand movements encircled his scrotum, letting the heft of his sac bounce in her palms. He was hot there as well, and her lips slowly moved from his phallus to the turgid sac, nipping at them, licking and lavishing. Her excitement heightened just from feeling his reaction to her. He bucked several times, but pushed deeper into her, letting her get all she craved and desired. The stroke of her lips soothed hot desire that was on the brink of explosion, yet he relaxed, letting her will him into submission. That was what Darrius Red Sky gave her, unconditional power over him, and she took it to the max.

Gently, he cupped her chin in his hands and made her withdraw from him. Their eyes locked briefly, and Darrius moved strands of dark-brown hair from her beautiful, flushed face. “Are you sure you want this of me?”

She could still taste him on her tongue and was weary from the lack of him filling her in any crevice. “I—I can’t stay away from you, Darrius. Why? What is it about you that makes me crazy when I’m not around you? Hell, I’m nuts even around you.”

“That’s what I like, girl. You’re supposed to be here, and I can’t explain how or why.” He delivered a quick kiss on her lips. “There’s no going back now, Justine. We’re here, together, and getting ready to do what must be done. There’s no way around it.”

“I’m too hot to go back. You have what I need, and in more than the physical sense. You feed my soul, and I think I’ll die without you near me.”

“I’ll always be near. Have no worry.”

She stood before him totally nude; her body was so toned, so succulent, so…in need of delivering to him that she trembled in his arms. He caressed the sides of her full breasts, traced a path to each taut nipple, and then down her belly. He played in the patch of soft hair above her sex while sucking lavishly on each hardened bud, taking one completely into his mouth, teasing it with rugged licks and suckling motions. While having his feast with one, the other nipple received its share of sensual caresses. He soon switched, giving the other as much delight as possible.

Justine’s back arched, responding to the deep assault his tongue delivered to her torso. Now completely open to him, she wanted him open to her. “Completely naked, Darrius. You asked me what I wanted. Give me what I want.”

He stood, taking her hand in his, smoothing it across his jutting phallus. “Take my clothes off; let me bury myself in what destiny has given me.”

“No, you strip for me. Let me watch you unveil the rest of your secrets.”

His unveiling started, and with each button undone, hints of deeply rich skin graced her. He loosened the cuffs and let his shirt slide to the floor. Air caught in her throat as she gasped at his marvelously chiseled chest, now totally exposed. Tight abs, strong, thick pecs and a trail of dark hair dipping into his underwear made her sex clench, wanting him so totally inside her she could barely stand it.

Her hand reached to him, wanting to help remove his jeans and underwear, but he stopped her. “This is my treat to you. Are you enjoying it, my mistress?”

Her throat was dry and the only word she could manage was, “Darrius.”

“It’s coming, baby. Watch me.” And with seduction penetrating his mind and skin surface, he soothed his hand up and down his already exposed and engorged phallus. The purplish tip oozed for her while his eyes returned to hers. “Is this what you need?”

“Not just that. I want all of you. I want you on top of me, letting your hair and muscles taunt me. I want to revel in your feel, taste you, take you places you’ve never been before.”

“And with you, that’s everywhere.” He released his smooth hold on the erection, let it wave in the air, stiff and hard—steamy and drizzling for her warmth. He tightened his abdomen for effect and slowly pushed his jeans down his hips. They landed with a thud at his bare feet, and he kicked them aside. To heighten the show, he massaged his scrotum, loving the look of dire need in her eyes. The look was sincere, and she was not the one-nighter type. Justine was there for the distance, and he wanted to give her the complete tour.

After teasing a warm, tight scrotum into a convulsive state, the Hanes dropped to his feet as well, exposing everything to her, in the night, in the dark, with the only light coming from a flickering candle—and their hearts. He kicked the underwear aside. Now nothing graced him but tight skin, skin so ready and able to fulfill, agitate and dominate her, if that’s how she wanted it.

That was exactly what she wanted as she scanned the length of his perfect body. Shadows from the candle cast against his frame illuminated his hip-length hair and highlighted his phallus. Her legs automatically parted with anticipation. She was sticky sweet for the first time in her life from want of a man—this man! Again, she reached to him. “I can’t believe how much I want you, Darrius. Slide inside and make me see things not of this world. Let me hear your flesh pounding against mine as you ride me into the wind.”

“To the stars, Justine. I want a long, wild ride; slipping into a body that closes around me, traps me, pulls at me until I give…and I give hard.”

“Then give hard, all night.” She cupped her breasts as a type of offering to him, pinching heated buds that were ready to pop. “Take them into your mouth again and milk me. Milk me in every way imaginable, Darrius.”

There were no words to match hers; none he would have said anyway. His was too intense to do anything but give what they both needed since the day their eyes locked. So, he surrendered, giving into the heat and pliability of her body.

He watched as Justine’s hand wrapped around his shaft, jerking it in sultry thrusts, teasing him, running her tongue across it. But that wasn’t enough for either of them, and Darrius knew it. The only way to be with Justine was flat on his back since she was so determined to give him a sweet, aromatic taste.

Justine was now straddling him as he lay back. The shine of his hair splayed across the cream-colored rug, making the strands look like black silk. Everything tightened on her again, and nothing would suffice but having him in her every crevice.

Their lips met again, tasting, licking, nibbling, as his fingers played within her. She soaked him on contact, and she was his toy. Wet, sex-drenched skin slid across, upon, under for what seemed to be hours of play, but when Justine was ready for the ultimate in penetration, she regained her position on top. And he let her. Gladly. Together, they clad him with protection he had removed from his wallet only moments before.

Her hands moved over his face, loving the feel of his perfect features, tracing his large eyes, full lips, cleft chin, his neck. Desire moved her further south—soothing the pads of her fingers across his nipples and then feasting on them, making her tongue flick in circular motions around them. His back arched to the pleasure, landing her almost in midair. From there, her tongue traced a path to his navel, sucking, kissing, and lavishing hard on the sensitive spot. His erection stretched further to her, beckoning her, and she answered. Willingly.

Darrius felt words rush through his throat. It was time; his body spoke of the urgency of the matter. He stroked her bare bottom, feeling the curvature of her toned body against the hardness of his. “Now, Justine. Come closer to me; kiss me once more before we take flight.”

She moved lengthwise across his body and tasted his hungry lips once more. At that angle, she could feel his tip poking at her folds, pressing his need for entrance. He was throbbing, pulsating…on the edge of release. He parted her thighs and slowly broke the kiss.

Now hovering just above his shaft, she lowered, sitting deeper upon inches of what she desired of him. Each thrust from both pelvic bones meshing together made her eyes roll in complete satisfaction. She knew he would fill her the way nothing ever had before. He was the only man who could take her beyond her own body and mind. And she lost control. He was so big, so large as he tried fitting completely in, and her body accommodated him by relaxing, opening wide, giving in to complete domination. Yes, he dominated, and with each thrust, she heard words, sounds. Was she talking, urging him on? That she didn’t know, didn’t quite understand, didn’t quite care. He was fulfilling her needs, and that counted for more than breath itself.

Under her, he became a bucking bronco. The very contact of her flesh against his rigid, unrelenting member blocked any thought of all things but her. Sliding deep fulfilled a lifelong need, maybe because he was meant to be there with her—and he went beyond her depths. His body jerked, bucked, crammed devilishly inside her as he gained his momentum. The words and voices she heard were indeed his calls, primal calls, earth shattering.

Their tempos matched as they squirmed and tangled around one another. She reached behind and tickled his tight scrotum, massaging it as he pumped faster, deeper. Her other hand wiped away tears of joy that trickled down her cheeks and onto his chest.

He wiped her face as well, knowing they were indeed the seeds of pure joy, pure sex. “Is this good? Am I taking you where you want to be?”

“Where I need to be, Darrius. Take it. Go deeper, wilder.”

Their bodies meshed and their gyrations moved them from the carpeting and onto the middle of the floor. With him now behind her, his shaft grew larger, impaling her with deep, thick thrusts. Her body vibrated and hummed with each lavish bump and grind. He could feel her juices drizzling him, absorbing him like a wet sponge. His hips rocked her harder, making her cry out his name. But there was no mercy for Justine. She had what he needed, and he meant to get it all.

He craved release, but not until his Justine quivered around him. That’s what he wanted, to be seized by her warmth. He went to a place where no one could hear his calls other than the woman orchestrating them. He gently eased her to her to the carpeting, kissing her once again. They hit the magic moment together and their voices echoed within the stillness of the closed, candlelit store. Their cries drowned out the distant music of the CD player.

In the semidarkness of the room, Justine could see his shadow stretching and reaching to the sky as he released. She could see his hair resting across his shoulders, his chest heaving, his head rearing back slowly. To her, he had a deliciousness that was hard to describe, impossible to pinpoint. Darrius needed to be bottled and sold; any woman would pay a premium for a man with his skill, his gift, his agility…his heart.

Moments later, he slumped to the floor, totally exhausted. She followed him, nestling in the curve of his body, staying quiet. His deep breathing lulled her, a mix of her hair and his served as a blanket that housed her.

Darrius’s warm body against hers made her smile. “I can’t believe how incredible tonight was. Never thought in a million years I’d be doing this with you, Darrius. I prayed, hoped, but never really thought I would have the chance.”

“You knew you had a very definite chance with me, so don’t deny it.”

She looked at him halfway. “What?”

“It was as much on your mind as it was on mine. Taking pictures of me in here was a clever cover, a workable one. But, Justine, we both knew what we wanted the moment we laid eyes on each other. I told you this was karma, destiny. Admit it. I have.”

“If I admit it, you won’t think of me as being forward?”

“You belong to me, Justine. How can I think that? Don’t you want to belong to me?”

“My mind is not mine to think with anymore. Does that answer you?”

The CD had started replaying, and distant chants again filled the air as he tried regaining his composure. “I got my answer, Justine, and I’m still hungering for you.” His fingers entered her sex again, squeezing a clit that he had awakened, brought to life again; now it only hummed for him. Her slippery folds inspired him, wanting to taste it again.

Justine came again, and did a few more times that night before nestling against his smooth body. They rested on the bearskin rug, hugging, holding, kissing and taking in the scent of the lit incense.

Darrius switched the CD player off and nestled against the soft, heated body of his lover. Nothing had been more powerful in his life than the two of them together, and he smiled, knowing that he had found his niche in life. The gentle touch of his finger across the bend of her arm felt like heaven. She hadn’t stirred, and he knew she’d fallen asleep in the comfort of his arms.