Marian and Omar stumbled into her suite, their lips forming a vacuum seal that even the most arduous navigation couldn’t break. The door clicked shut behind them as they maneuvered inside, toward her bedroom, and finally onto her bed.

Marian struggled to remove clothing as they kissed but had to break the seal once to get her shirt over her head. They quickly resumed their sloppy, desperate kisses, barely missing a beat, kissing like two teens who had just discovered their lips as sensual organs.

“Marian,” Omar breathed through a kiss, his hands smoothing over the exposed skin of her belly. “You are so beautiful.”

“So are you.” She tugged at his shirt, and he leaned back to unbutton it. She addressed his belt while he worked, eager to get to the main attraction. Screw slowness and foreplay. She wanted him inside her.

Omar shrugged his shirt off a moment later, revealing washboard abs and a glistening, bare chest. His skin was the color of caramel candy, one that she wouldn’t mind licking from head to toe.

“You’re so smooth,” she murmured, running her fingers over his chest.

“I wax,” he admitted with a laugh.

“You’re so vain, too,” she cracked, pulling him down for more kisses.

“I’m Middle Eastern,” he protested, as if this had something to do with it. Marian laughed, running her hands over the ridge of his shoulders, delighting in the arcs of his shoulder blades, the hills of his biceps. The man emanated heat, and his scent awakened a primal response in her, as if his pheromones unlocked something buried in her DNA.

She tugged at his pants, and he leaned back again, unzipping without taking his eyes off her. His pants crumpled to the floor, revealing navy blue boxer briefs with a salacious bulge. He tugged her slacks down to her ankles and then slid them off, his gaze riveted to the pink scrap of underwear covering her pussy. It clenched in response, as if it knew he was gazing at it, and she fidgeted, waiting for him to get on top of her.

“Take your boxers off,” she said, her voice coming out husky. He did as he was told, sliding them down over the ridge of his cock. His dick sprang free, bobbing slightly in the air. Her mouth parted as she looked at it, the thick shaft framed by tight tufts of black hair.

“Okay. Yeah. Let’s do this.” She tugged at him again, but he stood solidly, grinning down at her.

“Hang on.” He slid her panties down, revealing her messy patch of pubic hair. Why hadn’t she shaved the second she met Omar? Just in case. She was about to apologize but suddenly his face was between her legs, nuzzling for entry, and she gaped, legs splaying open as she welcomed his warm, exploring lips.

Her breath caught in her throat as he licked at her clit, suckling it slowly, dragging a finger up and down the folds. Her body tensed with the unexpected attention, and her head rolled back on the bed, eyes fluttering shut as she relished this god of a man servicing her in the most intimate way possible.

He slipped a finger inside her, probing her depths. His voice came out like a growl. “You’re so wet.”

“I’ve been looking at you all night,” she gasped, grabbing a fistful of his hair. She had to open her eyes, see him, not just feel.

He moaned appreciatively, slurping one more time at her clit before pushing on top of her. He stilled, the hot tip of his cockhead slipping between the folds of her pussy. His face clouded over with something unknown.

“Omar,” she whispered, trailing her fingers over the ridge of his collarbone. “Why do I feel like I’ve known you for years already?”

He blinked a few times, clarity returning to his face, like he’d rejoined the real world. “I feel the same way.”

Her hands made invisible patterns over his smooth chest, where there wasn’t even a hint of stubble. He rolled his hips, his cock nudging the tight nub of her clit.

“Do you have…?” He let the question hang in the air.

“I don’t.” Her heart hammered in her chest. “But I’m on birth control. If that helps.”

He nodded, leaning down to kiss her again. And then his strong hands slid underneath her, hoisting her up. He flipped her upright and she came to rest on top of him, straddling his cock, legs bent behind her.

“Wow,” she said, hooking her arms around his neck. Grinning like he’d won a prize, he nipped at her cleavage. “You show surprising dexterity.”

“I know how to get what I want,” he said, grabbing a big handful of her ass. “And I want you on top.”

His words made her dizzy for a moment. No problem with that request. She rose up as he aligned their parts and then eased down slowly, ever so slowly. Her breath dissipated once his cockhead slipped in, starting a slow stretch that felt as divine as it did challenging. He was a big boy, or she was a small girl. Either way, she sank down slowly, carefully, never breaking the intense gaze between them.

He gripped her ass cheeks with both hands, his breath coming out in pants. “Marian.”

She nodded. It felt too fucking good to describe. “I know.”

Once he was buried inside her, all the way to the base of his cock, he gave a low groan and she rocked slowly, delicately, trying to acclimate to his girth. After just a few moments her pussy was primed, and she moved with confidence, starting a slow roll on top of him.

Omar breathed heavily, his eyes the color of sin. “You feel too damn good. I won’t last long.”

“Oh, honey,” she purred in his ear, feeling the same prickle of pleasure beginning a warning churn in her core. “That doesn’t matter.”

She rocked and rolled, loving the way he filled her completely, all the way to her core and then some. Her clit knocked against the base of his cock as she rode him, and it wasn’t long before she felt herself at the edge of the precipice.

“I’m close,” she whispered. Omar groaned, rolling his hips against hers, taking one of her large breasts in his hand. He tweaked a nipple just as she crashed down around him again, and the dam broke. Pleasure spilled in waves throughout her body, a raging churn that filled every pore and cell of her being. She cried out, tensing against him as she came, wave after wave of bliss.

Omar groaned and stilled beneath her, his fingers leaving deep indents in her hips, and after a few moments their groans receded, and they were left panting together, her head on his shoulder, his fingers tracing invisible patterns over her back.

When clarity returned, she looked up at him, planted a kiss on his lips.

“That was lovely,” she whispered, nibbling at his ear lobe. “And approximately a thousand times better than I imagined it would be.”

“Really?” He smiled boyishly. “I knew it would be that good.” He bit his bottom lip as she climbed off of him, his gaze following her ass as she plopped onto the bed. “I knew it from the second I met you.”

She laughed, swatting at his arm. “Stop it.” So he had been attracted to her. She hadn’t been imagining it.

“It’s true.” He lay down on the bed beside her, smoothing a hand through her hair. “There’s just something about you, Marian.”

“Something about Marian. Almost the movie they made,” she cracked, wondering as soon as the words left her lips if he’d get the American movie reference.

“Except this time the white stuff didn’t end up in your hair,” he joked back.

She nuzzled up to his chest, eager to hear the rhythm of his heart, at least for a little bit. Until he decided it was too much, or too long, or whatever excuse he might use to disappear from her room.

She had to enjoy this man while she could. Because something told her this would be the only chance she got.