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If It Isn’t Love © December 2011 Sable Jordan
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If It Isn’t Love
By Sable Jordan
My hands slid over her smooth brown skin, guiding Zaria on the bed as I kissed a path between her bare breasts. Her skin smelled of patchouli from the soap she always uses – sweet and earthy. I love that scent, love tasting her too. Her fingers threaded through my dark hair, clutching me to her chest like she’d never let me go. I didn’t want her to – wanted to remain in her warm embrace long after we were both sated and shaking with bliss.
I dragged the flat of my tongue over a perky nipple before sucking the dark bud into my mouth, making her gasp. Her back arched when I bit down on the hard peak, and she writhed beneath me with delight. I couldn’t wait to slide the jeans off of her silky body and sink into her.
Zaria trailed her hands down the sides of my neck and gripped my shoulders. “I love you, Derek,” she whispered, her voice all light and hazy. It always sounds like that before things get down and dirty, and things were definitely about to get down and dirty.
I slowly kissed my way over the slope of her breast, then up her neck and nipped her chin. “Ditto,” I breathed, perched above her, moving to her face again to reconnect with her soft, full lips. That’s one of the reasons why I like dating black girls – they know how to use those lips. And my girl Zaria is a pro. Kissing her is like watching the Dodgers play the ‘Sox. The boys in blue are down three at the bottom of the ninth and out of nowhere, with bases loaded, two outs, and two strikes, Manny Ramirez sends a fastball over the fences at Fenway…Magic.