BWWM Interracial Romance 1: Professional Relations by Elena Brown Read Free Book Online Page B

attentions. “When was the last time… never mind. Don’t answer.” He kissed her once more, making Regina breathless.
    She managed to finish removing his pants, her mind fogged over with desire, her hands moving automatically, out of instinct. She felt him shift as he stepped out of his trousers, and Regina reached down to seek his hard cock, brushing against the thin fabric of his boxers. He was hot and rock-hard to the touch, his erection twitching when her fingers came into contact with it, a low groan escaping his lips. Regina broke away from the kiss to nibble at his neck, her hips twisting and rolling as Bradley’s fingers played away at her, driving her completely mindless with desire.
    Regina hooked her fingers in the elastic waist of Bradley’s underwear, tugging them down over his slim hips. She felt them fall away and sought his cock by touch, her eyes closed and her body reeling from the intensity of her need. Bradley moaned long and low as she wrapped her hand around him, finding him thicker than she would have expected. The weight of his erection startled her, and for a long moment all she could do was squeeze him carefully as she arched into his touches. She forced her eyes open and looked down at him—he was, as her touch had suggested, bigger than his aggressive and arrogant personality would have made her think. She licked her lips, thinking—in the part of her mind that was capable of thought—that she wanted to taste him, to feel him between her lips.
    Before she could put the desire into action, however, Bradley pushed her carefully onto her back, leaning in and kissing the tops of her breasts slowly. “Tell me to stop if I hurt you,” he murmured. Regina wrapped her legs around his waist, steeling herself against the pain; instead, she felt humming, deep pleasure as he thrust into her slowly. Her walls tightened around him as he penetrated her inch by inch, letting her feel his length and girth as he filled her up. Regina cried out as Bradley pushed deeper and deeper into her.
    “Oh, oh Bradley, yes, god yes,” Regina moaned, gasping and panting for breath. Bradley’s hands danced over her body, teasing her breasts and moving down gradually towards her hips and down between her legs. He began to pick up his pace, and Regina moved in counterpoint to his thrusts, twisting and shifting her hips, pushing down against him. Bradley’s fingers found her clit once more, and Regina almost choked on the cry that wrenched out of her throat as pleasure jolted through her, electric thrills dancing up and down every nerve of her body. She trembled as she came closer and closer to climax, touching everywhere on Bradley’s body that she could reach, kissing him wildly.
    In a matter of moments, it seemed, she and Bradley were crying out as one, their bodies tensing as they came to the edge of orgasm and then over it. Regina clutched Bradley against her tightly, needing the sensation of his body against hers as pleasure wracked her, wave after wave of sensation crashing through her. She was only vaguely aware of Bradley’s climax, the sticky-slick sensation of his pleasure shooting into her.
    They collapsed to the table, panting and struggling to catch their breath as aftershocks worked through them. Regina couldn’t remember the last time she had felt so thoroughly satisfied; her legs were remote, not quite real to her, and her arms were shaking as she draped them around Bradley. It had been years since she had experienced any real pleasure out of sex with her ex-husband, and the moment she had just shared with Bradley had been like a feast after steady starvation.
    “We need to get to work,” Bradley said ruefully. Regina sighed, knowing he was right.  Bradley slipped off of her and began to pick up his clothes, barely looking at her. Regina admired the milky-pale shade of his skin as he moved, the ripple of muscles, and then told herself firmly to focus on the task at hand. She couldn’t quite