Darius switched to her other nipple, lavishing the same attention on it as he’d done the first. Brisa’s pants and moans filled the room. He was breathing just as heavily as she. She ran her hands over his broad shoulders and onto his back. Bunching the material of his t-shirt in her hands, she yanked it up. He let her nipple go with a quiet pop and reached behind his neck to pull off his shirt.
Brisa ran her gaze over his well-defined chest and abs. She then focused on the Egyptian-styled tattoo over his heart. She didn’t get to look at it too closely before Darius reclaimed her mouth for a breath-stealing kiss. She promised herself she’d check it out later.
He ran caressing strokes down her side and across her stomach, leaving goose bumps in his wake. Going lower, his fingers deftly undid the button and zipper on her jeans before he shoved a hand inside. It cupped her pussy, the heel of it pressing against her pubic bone.
Darius released her mouth and trailed kisses to her ear. He whispered, “I can feel how wet you are through your panties.”
Brisa ran her hands up and down his muscular back. “Then what are you going to do about it?” she asked with a breathy moan as his finger brushed against her clit.
He gave a husky chuckle. “I know exactly what I want to do.”
Darius tugged at her pants until he had them down her legs and off. Left only in her panties, Brisa felt her pussy clench with anticipation as he ran a finger just under the waistband. He teased her for a bit longer before he took them off as well.
She tried to pull him on top of her, but he resisted and shifted farther down the chaise. He licked the underside of her breast, then worked his way lower on her body, kissing and licking as he went. As his tongue circled her bellybutton, dipping inside, her stomach quivered.
His fingers delved between her legs while he nuzzled her belly. The digits trailed in the dampness found there before one pushed inside her pussy. Darius pumped it in and out, his thumb brushing her clit as he did so. Brisa opened her legs wider, her body coiling tighter.
A second joined the first, and Brisa could no longer keep her hips still. She rode Darius’ fingers, squeezing around the plunging digits, matching his strokes. At the rate her arousal built, it wouldn’t take much for her to come.
As if he’d sensed how close she was to reaching release, Darius pulled out of her pussy. Brisa whimpered at the loss, but soon found herself gasping his name when he wedged his shoulders between her thighs and took her with his mouth.
He lapped at the wetness, circling her clit with his tongue as he went. He cupped her bottom in his hands and angled her hips up. He licked and sucked, driving her orgasm ever closer. Brisa shoved her fingers into his hair, holding him to her as she rocked against his mouth.
“Yes,” she panted. “Just like that. A little more.”
Then she was moaning, riding the waves of pleasure that shot through her as her climax took her over. Her pussy rhythmically clenched in release. Once it was over, Brisa relaxed against the couch, trying to catch her breath. She had to give Darius an A-plus for his oral-sex skills. He knew his way around a woman’s anatomy.
Darius shifted up her body. Brisa watched as he licked his lips clean of her juices, seeming to savor the taste of her. She felt a jolt of desire shoot through her. Feeling his hard cock pressed against her thigh, she pushed on his shoulder to get him to change places so she was on top.
She smiled down at him once he’d complied. “I get to play now.”
Brisa undid Darius’ jeans and yanked them past his hips. He lifted them from the couch to help when she dragged the pants farther down his legs and off. She tossed them to the floor without looking, her gaze centered on what she’d revealed.
It appeared that Darius was the type of man who shunned underwear. He’d been commando under his pants. His cock was out in the open, jutting up from his body. A shiver of longing ran down her spine. He was perfectly thick and long. She’d never slept with a man quite as large as Darius. Brisa couldn’t wait to have that part of him inside her, but first she wanted to learn his body as he’d learned hers. See what would make him groan louder, push him to the greatest arousal.
Darius put his hands behind his head and gave her a grin that was sexy as all hell. “You want to play? Then go right ahead.”
She bent her head and took his bottom lip between her teeth and gave it a tug, then nipped his chin before continuing downward. She explored the contours of his defined chest, taking the time to lave each of his flat nipples with her tongue. They tightened into tiny buds. Next, she went on to nibble her way down his six-pack abs. The man had a body she could get lost in for days.
At his cock, Brisa wrapped her fingers around him, marveling at the fact they didn’t quite meet. She pumped up and down, enjoying the hot, thick length of him in her hand. She stroked a few more times and saw a bead of pre-cum leak out of the head of his erection. The urge to taste it was too hard to resist. Brisa bent her head and captured it on the tip of her tongue. Darius moaned, his hips lifting off the couch. He obviously wanted more.
She had no problem doing that. Brisa opened her mouth and took his cock inside. She sucked him almost to the back of her throat, but she still couldn’t manage all of his length. What she couldn’t, she stroked with her hand as she slid him in and out. Darius’ moans increased in volume.
Brisa continued to suck, loving the way his erection grew harder. She planned to push him to the brink, but would stop before he reached the point of no return. She wanted his big cock deep inside her pussy, filling her all the way up when he came, preferably after she’d come at least once more. Twice would be even better.
She’d thought he was at that peak when his whole body seemed to clench. It took her a few seconds to realize his moans of pleasure had suddenly changed to groans that sounded as if he were in pain.
Brisa had just let him slip from her mouth, about ready to ask if anything was wrong, when Darius shoved her away and scrambled off the couch. Totally naked, he rushed from the room, leaving her wondering what had happened.
When he hadn’t returned after a few seconds, Brisa sat up. She hadn’t thought her blowjobs were that bad. At least she’d had no complaints from the other men she’d done it to. Really at a loss as to what had come over Darius, she wondered if she’d inadvertently done something wrong to put an end to their date.
Darius gritted his teeth to keep his groans stifled as he rushed to the main floor powder room. Once inside he closed and locked the door behind him. He held on to his head as blinding pain shot through it. It was so intense he was surprised he hadn’t blacked out. He’d never felt anything like it. He looked in the mirror above the sink and noticed his eyes had shifted to a jackal’s.
The pain moved to the rest of his body. He felt his bones shifting, heralding the beginnings of a shift, but only to stop and return to normal. Holding up his hands, he watched claws break through the tips of his fingers only to recede a second later. Black fur sprouted on his arms, then it too disappeared beneath his skin. What the hell was happening to him?
He’d experienced nothing like this before. Once a shift started, it didn’t stop until it was complete. And the other thing that didn’t make sense was the fact he didn’t feel the pull of evil—the one thing needed to bring on the change. He’d been lost in the pleasure Brisa had given him, then wham, the pain had slammed into him.
Slowly it faded, leaving him breathing hard, his body sheened with sweat. A quick look in the mirror showed his eyes had also returned to normal. Whatever it was, it seemed to be over. At least he hoped it was. There was no way he could have Brisa see any of that. She’d run from his house, screaming. Not how he wanted his time with her to end.