Delgano: A Dark Contemporary Interracial Romance

He started on the second verse.

Her movements grew bolder, and her hips went from a sway to a sway with a roll tossed in. And when they arrived at the chorus, she jumped in without prompting.

While she sang, he slid their fingers together and kissed her palm. Each time his lips connected, his hunger for her increased.

He darted for her neck, sucked, and her voice grew breathy. Then he licked her chin and nipped her collarbone, one of his hands sliding lower until he had a healthy grip on her ass. He could still hear the music, but her voice faded when he raised the nightgown and pulled it off, sucking on her stomach. There wasn’t an area of her body that he didn’t want to kiss, lick, or bite.

The hand on her ass slid inside her panties.

She gasped.

He groaned.

“Querida, this is all for me?” He stroked her clit, lightly pinching between each stroke. “You must have been wet before you came here.”

“I’m always wet for you, Adrían.”

There wasn’t anything he could remember, even food when he was at his hungriest, that he’d wanted, at any point, more than he wanted his hands and mouth all over her.

He removed his hand and sucked his fingers clean. Then he brought her mouth to his, thrusting his tongue between her lips as he stood, picked her up, and carried her to the bed.

Their lips remained connected as he set her down. She pulled at his shirt, and he all but tore it off and flung it somewhere. His shorts followed.

“Keep kissing me, baby,” she pleaded. “I love kissing you.”

“I love kissing you too, querida.” But, instead of her lips, he dipped his head, moaned when her nipple brushed his lip, and sucked.

She melted faster than the chocolate.

From her reaction alone, he could have sucked on her nipples all night, and she arched, tangling her fingers in his hair. He gently licked between the soft suction, going from one breast to the next. There was something erotic about switching breasts to find her nipple still firm and damp from how he’d left it.

He felt her squeeze her thighs together. Then he heard her breath catch and release as she trembled.

“Did you…” He looked down. “Did you come?”

“Yeah,” she said, breathing hard. “When you play with my nipples, it feels really good.”

Their lips reconnected as he slid off her panties. The orgasm had made her even wetter, and he could barely take his time, kissing his way down her body until his lips hovered above her pussy.

“You haven’t had this either, querida?”

“N—”

He licked.

She twitched.

Fluid leaked from the tip of his shaft, and he swelled with each tilt of his head. For a moment, all he did was tease her with long licks, transfixed by the sticky strings he could feel clinging to the tip of his tongue.

He imagined her as a ripe papaya, its nectar running down his chin. Some of the men in Chamas had complained that this was a chore, something they would try to argue their way out of doing, but he’d never understood. The way she tasted, moaned, gasped, and shivered almost made him come without needing to be touched.

“Adrían…” She switched between gripping his hair and running her fingers over the strands. “Right there, baby.”

A low moan resonated deep in his chest when she bucked, pushing her pussy against his face. He wrapped his hands around her thighs to keep her locked in, and she arched her back, her fingernails scratching loud paths in the covers.

“Baby, don’t stop.” Her legs shook. Her body vibrated. “Don’t stop…don’t stop…oh god.”

She cried his name as she climaxed against his lips, jerking with each tender flick of his tongue. When he was satisfied that she was spent, he rose, sucking on his lips and using his fingers to swipe at his chin before sucking those clean as well.