TOTAL ECLIPSE: The Evolution (Sin City Heat Series Book 7) (27 page)

CHAPTER 31

Jerra’s mouth grew slack as her eyes dropped to his erection, but she didn’t have time to indulge for too long.

“Your turn,” Darrell smirked, gesturing at her clothes.

Jerra hesitated. She started to tell him that he was the one who was supposed to be giving
her
a show, not the other way around, but hearing the hint of a challenge in his voice, she shrugged. Standing, she slipped the straps of the little black dress down her arms, past her waist, and over her hips. Stepping out of it, she deftly unhooked the front clasp of her black lace bra, adding it to the pile of clothes now strewn haphazardly on the floor, until she was left wearing a tiny black thong and four-inch heels. Her eyes went back to the thick weight of his dick. Jerra licked her lips when it twitched in response.

Darrell mumbled something she couldn’t quite make out.

“What was that?” Jerra inquired, arching her eyebrow.

Instead of answering, he reached out and hauled her close. Jerra let out a little squeal of surprise when she lost her balance and fell against his chest. Taking advantage, his mouth captured hers in a hungry kiss that was totally arousing, fiercely passionate, and sensuously aggressive.

Jerra moaned. She couldn’t even pretend to play hard to get; she wanted this too badly. She melted against him, her curves conforming to the muscular angles of his body. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she moved against him like a cat scratching a persistent itch. She wanted…more.

But just as she’d put all signs of pretense aside, so had Darrell. It was in his nature to take control of her pleasure, and that’s exactly what he did. Slipping his hand between the juncture of her thighs, he ran a light finger over her slit, tracing the outline of her plump pussy, and circling around her clit.

Jerra’s hips moved helplessly, like the flame of a candle blowing in the wind. Slowing the pace, Darrell eased his mouth away from hers, catching her lower lip between his teeth and grazing the sensitive skin.

“Darrell, please. I–”

“I know you’re ready, baby.” Darrell lifted his head and stared down at her. “Not yet, okay?”

Her breathing labored, Jerra pulled in a lungful of air and tried to get her thoughts together. Tonight was supposed to happen on her terms. “But–”

“I need you to trust me. I promise to get you there, and when I do it’ll feel so damn good.
I promise you that
.” His lips brushed over hers again. “
Trust me
,” he whispered.

Darrell carefully eased a finger underneath the swatch of silk that passed for a thong and found her moistened depths. He set a steady rhythm that made her entire body tremble. Jerra wrestled with herself to control her reaction, but it was no use. Only Darrell could bring her to such a wild, wanton state, and make her shed her inhibitions like this. Whenever her husband touched her, her body stubbornly refused to take orders from anyone except him.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Just go with it.” His eyes were grey pools of desire. Darrell’s fingers brought her teetering to the edge, pulling her back before she could fall over. Her inner muscles quivered like the delicate wings on a butterfly. “You’re so moist. And soft. You know I plan on eatin’ the fuck outta this pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes,” Jerra groaned. Unbelievably aroused, she gasped with each stroke of his finger.

“Can’t wait for you to cum over my tongue. In my mouth. Down this dick,” Darrell whispered. He kissed the soft skin of her neck, inhaling her intoxicating scent, before his lips blazed a damp trail down to her breasts. “Forget about everything else except for how good this feels. It’ll be even better once I’m buried nine and a half inches deep inside of you.”

Darrell’s tongue spiraled around a chocolate-coated nipple, charting the perimeter of the swollen tip while his hand stroked its twin. “You have no idea how many times I’ve lain awake at night since I’ve been gone, thinking about tastin’ you.” He lowered himself to his knees, his lips continuing their downward excursion. “Have you thought about it too, Jerra?”

“Yes,” she managed to answer in a husky voice. “Every night.”

She looked down and watched as Darrell licked her stomach. His tongue dipped in and out of her navel while slipping her lacy thong down her thighs. She placed her hands on his shoulders to balance herself while she stepped out of it.

Darrell stared at the neatly trimmed curls between her legs. Making a grunting noise in his throat, he placed a lingering kiss on her feminine mound. Jerra thrust her pelvis towards him and parted her legs. He chuckled under his breath, but the sound came out a little strained. He wanted this just as much as she did. Probably more.

“Here. Sit down.” Darrell stood up and guided her back towards the couch. Once she was seated, he lifted one of her legs, propping her foot on the cushion of the couch to accommodate him. “Open your legs wider.”

Back on his knees, he positioned himself between her thighs, his eyes darkening to a smoky grey. “Damn. Look at how wet you are, J. Spread your pussy lips apart for me, baby.” Darrell traced the slick, satiny smoothness of her inner flesh with a light, teasing stroke of his finger. “That’s it. I wanna make sure you’re as ready for me as I am for you.”

“I am,” she whispered.

Darrell lowered his head to kiss her stomach. He took his time, slowly working his way past the inferno he’d built up between her legs, and continued to her inner thigh. When he got to her pussy, Jerra held her breath and waited. Her hips lifted off the couch, rotating provocatively, more than ready to meet him halfway, but instead of him giving her the relief she sought, Darrell focused on her other thigh.

Jerra’s head dropped back on the couch for a moment before lifting it to watch him again. Still separating her pussy for him, she placed her other hand on the back of his head and guided him to the spot that pulsated with unbearable need.

With a muffled groan, he hovered inches over her opening for several long seconds, until she pleaded with him to make her cum. A moan of satisfaction vibrated from his throat before he licked her warm, dark haven with a slow swipe of his tongue.

Jerra’s moan turned into a guttural grunt. Her heel dug into the couch. Arching into him, she tipped her hips upward, gyrating in small tight circles, gladly feeding his ravenous hunger. Darrell lapped at the wet heat of her center. His moist tongue swept between the narrow opening of her folds, strumming her clit like the tautly pulled strings on a violin, before thrusting his tongue deep inside her sweet walls.

His hands slid up the back of her smooth thighs to rest beneath Jerra’s hips. Bringing her closer to his mouth, Darrell devoured her pussy, sucking her sugary nectar like a bee feeding from a flower. The intensity was almost too much for Jerra.  Her breathing harsh and erratic, she detonated into a million pieces, her honey gushing warm and thick over his tongue. She writhed on the couch, frenzied and half out of her mind, her pussy grinding against Darrell’s mouth. Biting down hard on her lip, Jerra rode the crest of her orgasm as his tongue swirled and fluttered over her clit until the waves of passion slowly ebbed to a satisfying, dull ache.

But her recovery time was nonexistent. Dipping his head, Darrell went back for more. Breasts heaving and still weak, Jerra could only hang on as Darrell assailed her pussy, his tongue striking with the accuracy of a cobra going in for the kill. Like a true boss, he mastered her, demonstrating without words the control he had over her body so that she didn’t forget anytime soon.

In the throes of ecstasy, Jerra glanced down at his head buried between her trembling thighs, watching him work her sex as if it were his life’s mission. At that exact moment Darrell looked up and held her eyes with his. She tried to speak but the sounds that escaped were a bunch of stuttering, incoherent words jumbled together. Darrell growled in satisfaction when she screamed his name and came unglued again. Her hold on him didn’t loosen until after her shattering release was over.

She collapsed against the cushions of the couch, exhausted, but thoroughly satiated. Little whimpers of pleasure purred from her throat as Darrell gently lapped at her pussy like a cat cleaning the last bit of cream from its bowl.

Jerra watched him through passion-laden eyes. Still licking his lips, Darrell lifted his head then wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. “Lay back, baby.”

Stroking the length of his throbbing dick he got up on the couch and kneeled between her widely spread thighs. Her hungry gaze glanced down at the pre-cum gathered at the tip. She swallowed convulsively, wanting more than anything to roll her tongue over the head and suck him dry.

“Look at me, Jerra,” Darrell ordered in a gruff tone, wanting to see her face when he entered her. He’d earned this good lovin’ he was about to get. He hadn’t pushed, had given her the space she requested without trying to distract her with sex. Now, he was ready to collect his reward for being patient.

Jerra’s gaze lifted to meet his. Their eyes locked and held as he positioned the bulbous head of his dick at her entrance and slipped first couple of inches inside her.

“Shit,” she whispered.

Darrell’s jaw clenched at the sensation of her pussy surrounding him, feeding her a little bit more. “Feels good as fuck,” he hissed.

“Yes,” Jerra moaned, scraping her nails down his back, then digging into his skin when he thrust deeper.

He groaned as her warm folds encased his girth. “You tight as hell, baby.”

Jerra winced. “You…you might have to…to go s-slow at first.” But even as she cautioned him to be careful, her hands slid down his muscular back to grip his tight rear. Jerra pulled him closer, straining to get more dick. 

Darrell leaned over her, one hand on the back of the sofa and the other beside her head. Grunting and mumbling how good she felt, he carefully sank deeper, inch by delicious, thick inch, patiently stretching her pussy to mold it back to the familiarity of his dick.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice tense. “Too much?”

“More.” Jerra hooked her legs behind his back and crossed them at the ankles. Her eyes flickered open then immediately snapped closed as she caught his rhythm and met him stroke for stroke. “You always fuck me so good, baby. Don’t hold back.”

Nostrils flaring, Darrell bared his teeth, ready to give her everything. “You sure?”

Her sharp nails pierced his skin. “Yes. You know how I want it.”

“Fuck yeah.” Needing no other urging, Darrell placed a hand behind her thigh and pushed her leg up towards her chest. “Bring this pussy to Daddy.”

His expression primal, Darrell drove into her, opening her up and handling her the way he really wanted to. The sounds rumbling from his chest were similar to those of a wild animal mating, rutting, fucking hard, and penetrating deep. There was no need for conversation. The only form of communication heard in the room was flesh rhythmically slapping against hot, sweaty flesh.

Jerra bit into his shoulder as her orgasm slammed into her with the violent force of an overpowering storm. Arching her back, she threw her head back, her shrill screams reaching a crescendo pitch. Her pussy contracted convulsively around Darrell’s dick, beckoning him to climax as well.

“Aw, fuck!” Darrell yelled. It hadn’t been his intention to cum just yet. He wasn’t finished with her, not by any means, but it had been so long, and Jerra’s pussy was so fucking good he was helpless to stop the explosion hurtling towards him at full speed.

“Fuck, I’m cummin’!” he gasped from between clenched teeth.

Rocking against her, Darrell drove into her several more times, his buttocks clenching as he buried himself to the hilt and spilled his seed. Eyes closed and mouth agape, his entire body trembled as the powerful orgasm ripped through his body.

“Jerra…baby.” His body jerked uncontrollably as Jerra milked every drop he released.
“Fuck!”

Exhaling in a rush, Darrell buried his face in the curvature of her neck, too weak to move. His hand slid languorously down the back of her thigh to her calf to her ankle then up again, momentarily satiated and reveling in a heady, euphoric high that had him unbelievably relaxed.

“Damn…” he muttered as his heartbeat finally slowed to normal.

Lifting his head, his lips blindly searched and found hers. They exchanged lazy, sensual kisses, their passion momentarily satisfied. Still connected as one, Darrell shifted them on to their sides so that they faced each other. Jerra snuggled close, licking the rivulets of salty sweat from his chest before resting her head on his shoulder.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” he asked, reaching back for the large afghan and throwing it over them. “I know I got a lil’ carried away at the end.”

“No, you didn’t hurt me. I, um, your back…I hope the scratches aren’t too bad.”

Darrell chuckled. “I might be missin’ a little skin, but–”

Jerra slapped his shoulder. “Darrell!”

This time he full out laughed. “I’m just jokin’.” But he winced at the slight sting coming from his back. “Or not.”

“In my defense, it
has
been over a month.”

“Mmmmm, who you tellin’. One month, four days, annnd…” He raised his arm so that he could see his watch. “Roughly six damn hours.”