Denim
The feel of her soft ass body on me pulls me out of my sleep.
When my eyes open, I see hers. Her thick thighs straddle my waist and her hands rest on my chest. After whispering good morning, she leans in then kisses my lips passionately.
My hands gravitate to her ass and I caress it as I try to kiss the air out of her lungs.
I’ve always been an aficionado of kissing but the way Jamila captures my tongue, sucks on my lips, and moans into my mouth, I’m now addicted to kissing and I can kiss her all damn day. We fell asleep kissing last night after we made our drunken way back upstairs from the bar.
When she breaks the kiss, I quickly pull her back into me.
Her lips kiss my chin instead of my lips.
Before I can express my disappointment, she moves her lips to my chest. Taking her time, she kisses her way down to the top of my boxers.
Her hands tug at them so I gladly lift up, allowing her to drag my boxers down my legs then off.
After staring at me for a moment, she moves her eyes to my semi-hard dick. That shit is all her. I’m attracted to every inch of her—her smile, her personality, and her passion. I stay bricked up in her presence.
A salacious smile spreads across her face then, she positions herself between my legs.
Without using her hands, she takes my head into her mouth and I damn near lose it.
My head lifts and I have a clear view of her.
Slowly, she runs her tongue the entire length of my shaft before kissing my head.
She tongue kisses it like she just did my mouth.
“Gotdamn,” I groan.
When her hands join the party, one cups my balls and the other holds the base of my dick.
Between her tongue, hands, and soft ass lips, she takes her time and makes love to every inch of me.
The minute she takes me all in and the head of my dick knocks against the back of her throat, my head drops onto the pillow.
Jamila’s head game is unmatched. The attention she gives my shit is top tier and I’m in complete awe. My damn mouth is open but no sounds are coming out. She’s swallowing my shit, rendering me speechless.
I manage to muster up enough strength to lift my head again, and when I do, it’s a beautiful sight.
Her pretty, expressive eyes are locked on mine as her warm mouth devours my dick.
It’s sexy as hell that she’s not shy about giving me this wet, sloppy, nasty head.
Her slurps and moans sound sensual as hell; she’s practically singing on my shit.
My dick starts jumping in her mouth and I enjoy the feeling and the sight of her pretty ass. This shit feels so damn good I can’t even put the feeling into words. This is her world, her show, and I’m just trying to hold on and not explode.
After she does this little nasty thing with her tongue, I regain my voice.
“Fuck, Jamila,” I growl. My hands gravitate to her head.
While gripping the back of her hair, I start thrusting into her mouth.
My balls tingle and I’m dying to bust. She’s chasing my nut too and I’m seconds from giving it to her.
Her sucking increases and her moans get louder.
I’m done. I can’t hold it anymore. I bust and grip her head as I do. “Shit!”
With her eyes trained on me, she swallows then swipes her hand across her lips. She’s nasty, beautiful, sexy, and passionate. I want everything she’s willing to give me and when we get back home, I’m not letting go of her.
The moment I regain my breath and my senses, I pull her down on my chest. After planting soft kisses, she exhales then utters, “Good morning.”
“It is now.”
“When you catch your breath, shower with me.”
“I can’t imagine showering any other way,” I tell her while caressing her back.
We lay body to body for a few more minutes, then journey to the bathroom.
Just like our previous showers, we take our time and wash each other.
I emerge first followed by her about fifteen minutes later.
She isn’t dressed but the bath towel is wrapped around her heavenly body.
From the kitchen, I watch and admire her as she applies her body oil and eventually puts on her underwear and clothes.
Before joining me in the kitchen, she turns on the television. It’s on the weather channel.
“You hungry?” she asks as she prepares her coffee.
“Starving but I’m not feeling going downstairs.”
“I’m not either.” She places her phone on the table then slides it over to me.
“Add what you want.” After grabbing her phone, I scroll through the menu and decide on a breakfast sandwich and home fries.
When her coffee is ready, she joins me at the table.
I pass her phone back and she adds her food choices then places the order.
“I just doubled your order. That sausage sandwich looks good.”
“It did but you hear this,” I say, directing her attention to the television.
The snow stopped falling around seven o’clock yesterday and none fell overnight.
Road crews have been working on clearing the roads since five this morning.
According to the report, the regional airport here is still closed but LNK airport will open and flights will resume this afternoon.
We both flew into LNK and it’s over three hours away but the weather there is a little better.
“If they open the roads here early, we might be able to leave tonight,” she says excitedly. “I’m running out of clothes to wear.”
“For me, that’s a good ass problem,” I say and she lights the suite up with her beautiful smile. “But I do need to get back home to my practice too. Plus, I owe you a real date.”
“The first of many, I hope.”
“No doubt. I stand on my word. We are locked in so there will be many, many dates and long nights.”
“And good ass mornings,” she adds with a smirk and I agree one thousand percent with that. This morning has been good as hell.
Her cell starts chiming and she gets up to get it.
When she does, I unlock mine and check my emails.
As usual, my practice manager Lechelle is on top of everything.
I email her and let her know I might be home tomorrow.
I text my mom next to let her know as well, to ease her mind.
She never stops worrying about me. When I look up from my cell, I see Jamila turning the volume up with the remote.
Then she walks back into the kitchen with it and her cell.
“Everything good?” I ask.
“That was Delta. They are resuming flights today at three and it was an automated message. But I think we have to wait until tomorrow to leave. These roads here are still pretty bad and it’s a three-hour drive. Did you rent a car? I lost my ride,” she says then laughs.
“I have a rental and I got you.”
“And you know what? I know you do. You have had me since I got here. This shit is crazy. I came here with a bastard and I’m leaving here with a man.”
“Your man,” I clarify.
“My new man,” she says with a titter. “Thank God you are from Crescent Falls because I would hate to have to wait long periods of time before I see you again. Being trapped here with you has spoiled me.” She raises from her chair then steps to me.
Then she reaches her leg over my lap and straddles me.
Her hands graze the sides of my face and she peers into my eyes with her almond-shaped ones.
“I’m so glad you knocked me down with your cart,” she says before covering my lips with hers.
Shit! I’m glad I did too.
“Dr. Morris, it looks like the patient brought two family members with them for the consultation. Do you still want to meet with them here or in the consultation room?” Lechelle asks.
“We can move it to the room. Can you make sure the X-ray film is loaded in there? I’ll be in shortly. Make sure they are comfortable and I’ll be there in thirty,” I tell her.
Jamila and I returned back home late last night. Because I have been out a few days, I decided to come in today and catch up as much as I can because I have two surgeries scheduled next week. One consultation is in a few minutes and the other is Friday.
Before I head to the consultation, I text Jamila. Tonight’s the official first date
of many for us and I’m dying to see her. Spending the past few nights with her and waking up to her soft body on mine has me addicted and I miss that. I miss her.
Me: Hey, sexy.
Jamila: Hey, you. Are you texting to cancel on me?
Me: Never that. I’ll be at your place at 6 on the dot.
Jamila: I can’t wait. Full transparency…I miss you. Kind of got used to sleeping with you.
Me: Good because I missed you too.
Jamila: You got me blushing in this studio. ?? So, unprofessional LOL. I gotta finish this Tech Magazine shoot so I can leave here on time. See you at 6
After texting her, I confirm our reservation, place my lab jacket on, then head to the consult room. When I walk in, Lechelle, the patient, and her family members are sitting at the large round table, waiting.
“Good afternoon. I’m Dr. Morris,” I begin.