My Baby

My Baby

Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Status: In Progress

Genre: Romance

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Submitted: July 26, 2017

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Submitted: July 26, 2017

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He opened the door.  The walls were dirty, the window blinds were closed only letting light in from outside from a lowly, broken blind.  The room lit solely by a few candles scattered across the room.Almost empty, almost.  Except for her.  There she stood in the middle of the room, her black chicness astounding, her long, slender, but strong legs holding her with such grace and poise.  His breath hitched in his throat.  Finally back to his love, he'd been gone so long and violently missed her.  Ebony and ivory, yes he was indeed back to his lover.  He stalked towards her with hungry eyes, like a starving tiger hunting his prey.

He stood in front of her for a moment, taking in the site of his beloved.He smiled, he ached, but he didn't touch her yet.  He wanted to soak in the moments.  His blue eyes floated thoughtfully, lovingly over her.  His nerve endings on fire.  He was just as aware of every inch of himself as he was about every inch of her.  He licked his lips and felt the familiar stirrings in his groin and a sigh escaped his dampened lips.

He dropped to his knees in a frenzy of passion.  He rested his head on her, smelling her.  So familiar, so pure, so the epitome of everything he's ever wanted.  A smile crossed his angelic lips.

He finally let himself touch her.  Smooth.  Silk.  Cool.  So cool.  Even when he's been with her for hours, she still feels cool.  He smiled, eyes cloudy with lust.  He could feel himself getting harder by the second.  He needed her more than ever.  He was grateful for her.  No woman in his past, no woman in his future could hold a light to her.  She was there when no one else was.  She comforted him when he needed peace.  She fulfilled his passions, desires.  She was his passion and desire.  He was gentle, only barely touching her with his fingertips.He traced her, moving softly over her curves, her perfect curves.  God himself couldn't have made her more perfect.

His erection growing harder, straining against his pants.  It was agonizing, painful, but delightful.  He could never have enough of her.  His breath was rough, his body tense from desire.He needed her, but not yet.  There she stood, in all her magnificent glory, ready to bend to his will and he was only teasing himself putting it off.  He moaned loudly as he touched her.  Touched her most sensitive erotic parts.  Touched what his body was aching for.  He instinctively thrusted towards her, his body asking for release, and so close, too.

He ran his hands over her, every inch and she sighed and moaned and screamed, reacting to his intense touch.  He stomped his feet, overwhelmed by her.  He threw his head back in ecstasy and moaned loudly, moaned an animalistic growl from the pit of his being, from the bottom of his fiery desire.  Sweat dripping off his face, his body moving rhythmically to her, his fingers moving expertly over her, touching her in just the way she was made to be touched.  And then-release.  Without warning, without physical touch, just so overwhelmed with his passion, love and desire for her, he came.  He came and collapsed.  Then sitting on the bench he gently kissed her, sweetly.  He sighed contently and ran his hands lovingly over her.  He closed his eyes.  "My baby grand.  You're good to me, baby grand."

 


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