Chapter 8
Chapter
Eight
Kareem
Iwasn’t trying to grill Karina. I was just asking questions that had been on my mind since the first time I saw her again. She hadn’t aged at all. Her skin was still as radiant as I remembered it, and her body was still tight in all the right places.
I watched as she shifted in her seat, which was directly across from me.
This time, she crossed one of her legs over the other, and the act immediately made me lose my train of thought.
Instead of continuing my line of questioning, my eyes moved from Karina’s face to her sexy ass thighs.
I enjoyed the way her pencil skirt opened to reveal just enough to pique the imagination.
“Maybe we should focus on the work.”
Karina gave me a different variation of the same line she’d been saying since she showed up in my office yesterday morning. The lowness of her sweet voice brought my attention back to where it should have been… to that pretty face of hers and those lips.
I had questions that needed answering. The most important one was why she’d disappeared on me all those years ago, but I would take my time getting around to that one. Right now, I was just enjoying being in her presence, and I knew if I pushed too hard, she would pull away even harder.
“The work I’m trying to do here"—I pointed between he two of us—"is more important. It’s probably the most important thing I’ve ever done.”
“And why is my personal life important to you?”
“Because you are important to me, Karina. I didn’t come up to your apartment last night because I don’t want you to think this is some jump-off situation for me. I want you to know I’m pursuing you, and I’m not going to stop until you tell me why I can’t have you.”
The revelation in my words caused us both to pause. Karina stared at me with those gorgeous brown eyes, and I stared right back at her. There was no way I was going into the next three days of this four-city tour without her knowing exactly what I wanted to get out of it.
My company had already made millions and was on track to sign the biggest deal we’d ever seen, but the moment Karina popped back up in my life was the same moment all that shit took a back seat.
Yes, I was hoping she snapped some great pictures and even got a good story out of all of this, but if the only thing I walked away with was her, I would be completely satisfied.
“Kareem, you don’t know what you are saying. You haven’t seen me since high school. How could you possibly want to be with me?”
“I know exactly what I am saying. What I don’t understand is why you’re so against it, against us.”
“Us?”
Karina laughed as if I had made a joke, but I was dead serious. I didn’t see shit funny. In my mind, Karina Stevens was already mine. She would always be mine.
“Yes. Us. You never married. You don’t have any kids.
You’ve barely dated in the last ten years, and you’ve been at Rayla’s magazine since before you even graduated college.
Your life is perfectly solitary and predictable.
You can’t tell me all of that is a coincidence.
I’m not the only one who’s been waiting, so tell me why you are pretending. ”
“I’m not pretending, Kareem. And I have dated in the last ten years.”
“Yeah? Any of them make you feel like this?”
I moved from my chair and kneeled in front of Karina.
I could hear her breathing speed up as I took the heels off her pretty little feet one at a time.
I could feel her body tense against my touch, and my hand traveled from the bottom of her feet, moving up her thighs.
I knew I was exploring territories that hadn’t been touched in years.
“Kareem.”
My name rolled off her lips in almost a moan. She closed her eyes as I tugged on the seat of her panties. They were already wet just as I knew they would be.
“You gonna tell me another nigga making puddles like this between your legs without even touching you?”
“Kareem, can you please stop? What if someone comes?”
“The only people on this plane besides me and you are the pilot and a flight attendant, and I already told her not to come back here unless I call for her. It’s just you and me, baby.”
“Kareem, stop.”
“Do you really want me to?”
“No, but… um… I’m not thinking straight.”
“Tell me why you’re pretending with me, like I don’t know you better than you know yourself, like I don’t have every inch of your body imprinted in the back of my mind forever.”
I let one of my fingers slip between her folds, and Karina clenched her legs around my hands. When I finally let my eyes meet hers again, she gave me a warning look, like she was daring me to take it further, and I loved a dare.
“Kareem, look at me. I’m not pretending. What we had is in the past. Why can’t we just leave it there?”
“I will after tonight,” I lied before pulling Karina to the edge of her seat and throwing her panties to the ground in one motion.
I pushed her skirt above her waist and positioned her legs over my shoulders. I could feel the heat coming from Karina’s pussy before I put my entire face in it.
Karina’s moans were intoxicating as fuck, and every flick of my tongue caused her to grip a different part of my head.
The more I kissed, licked, and sucked her clit, the more she ran her hands through my hair.
I normally hated it when someone touched my hair, but Karina was always in a different category from everyone else.
Growing up as a mixed kid in an all-black neighborhood had its struggles.
Sometimes, I never felt black enough for the other kids, but I knew damn well I wasn’t white.
When I was in elementary and middle school, I would let the girls play in my hair if that meant I could be close to them, but by the time I got to high school, that shit was dead.
It took me a while to understand that having a white daddy (that I knew nothing about) meant I would be fetishized by people who didn’t know any better.
Besides me not wanting to be associated with the motherfucker at all for what he did to my mother, I just hated the idea of someone wanting me because of something he gave me.
The more I thought about the past, the more passionate and methodical I became with trying to pull an orgasm out of Karina. Her soft cries could be heard throughout the plane as I continued my work. Her quick breaths caused her body to rise and fall.
“Oh my God, Kareem. I’m about to cum.”
Karina was telling me something I already knew. Her shaky legs were evidence of her nearing her climax. I could feel her bud throbbing in my mouth, but that didn’t stop me. I wanted to taste her juices as they trickled out of her.
She rained down the sides of my mouth like she’d be waiting just as long as I had for this moment, for us. Karina tasted of everything I missed about my childhood… like home.
I didn’t want to stop there. I wanted to slide up in her right here on this flight, but I knew we wouldn’t be able to remain as discreet as we needed to.
The type of punishment I wanted to unleash on Karina could only be done in private.
I wanted her to scream her reason for leaving me loud enough for the entire world to hear.
I wanted to make her cum multiple times because just this once wasn’t good enough. It would never be good enough. Just like having her and losing her would never be good enough. Karina wasn’t a woman you could be okay with experiencing one time. I wanted her for the rest of my life.
“Let me help you clean up.”
I shook the thoughts of forever out of my mind as I backed away from Karina. Our eyes remained locked on each other like we were scared to look away. I was scared, scared that if I turned my head for a second, she would be gone.
“Um... Can you hand me my bag from the overhead?”
I did as I was asked. Karina grabbed her bag from my hand and searched around before pulling out a smaller bag.
She gave me one last shy look before moving in the direction of the bathroom.
We still had a couple of hours in this flight, so I was sure that no matter how much she cleaned up, she’d soon be making a mess again.