He moaned and called out, “Oh god, Twanna!”

Overwhelmed by the sensation, he leaned his head against the tall back of the overstuffed chair under him. It hurt; it felt like paradise. She sat on him so slowly that sweat broke out on his forehead. He was hyper-aware of every fraction of an inch of his length that got drawn deeper into her. He held her hips, but he did not pull or urge her to go faster, nor did he thrust. Once she had taken all of him in, her fleshy ass rested in his lap. The sight of the twin brown globes between his hands snatched the air from his lungs and left him panting.

She stilled a moment with her back to him, her legs folded and planted on either side of his to brace her weight. Her long dreadlocks cascaded over her shoulders and blocked his view of her back. He swept them to one side and ran a hand down her dark skin. He loved her skin: so smooth, so soft. He leaned forward to kiss her and ran his tongue up her spine. The experience was so intense he wanted to bite her, but the arch of her back disallowed it. Instead, he pressed his nose against the muscles splayed before him and slid his hands around to her breasts while he inhaled. Under the cover of the tropical smells of the lotion he’d rubbed into her ran the current of her scent – intoxicating! It made him feel light-headed.

He couldn’t help himself: his hips jerked to thrust, but he couldn’t really move. She encased him completely and pinned him down with all her weight in his lap.

He clutched her breasts in a firm grasp, rubbing his palms into her nipples as he rolled her flesh. She dropped her head back and placed her hands over his. Her dreadlocks scattered over him again, and he bowed his forehead against her back. He pulled one hand free to slide it down her front. He lingered at her belly and trilled his fingers there a moment before dropping further to the apex of her legs. Still moist from the massage, the skin there was slick and smooth under his frantic fingers. As he rubbed, she squirmed and circled her hips as if she wanted to get away from his touch. He knew better.

When she came, she grabbed his wrist to stop him. He squeezed her breast with one hand as she arched back and screamed. The sound caused an answering tremor inside him, and his need redoubled. She fell back against him, her head beside his, and he sucked at the chocolate-colored column of her neck. She reached one hand over her shoulder and hooked it around the back of his head to pull him to her for a kiss. Their lips and tongues entwined despite the awkward position, but at last he withdrew his head and said to her, “Now, baby, now.”

She leaned forward and planted her palms on his knees to steady her. Using her strong legs, she rocked on him. He closed his eyes to concentrate on the sensation of sliding in and out of her.  

“Faster – faster!” he urged.

He tried to speed her up with his hands on her hips, but in a flash, her hand slipped on his sweat-covered skin and she almost tumbled forward to the floor. He pushed her away and off him, ignoring her protests, and rose to stand behind her. In no time, he had