11. Red Hot
RED HOT
Although Zora was hot as fire with her words and body, I didn’t assume we were going to have sex when she accepted my invitation to stay at my home. She held her own in our conversations, sometimes intimidating me with her keen intellect and intensity.
Zora’s passion for her craft reminded me of my devotion to basketball.
I wasn’t used to that level of ambition from an independent woman whose gorgeousness drew me to her like the strongest of magnets.
Sure, Zora teased me, but I didn’t want to assume that she would give me the drawers the same night I wined and dined her.
For that reason, I flip-flopped between being soft and firm with her so I wouldn’t run her away.
That was why I was blown away when she asked to massage me.
Sure, I told her to take off her mask, but I had no idea she would request that I undress.
That level of intimacy took us in the direction I yearned to go with her fine, mesmerizing ass, which literally had me bricking up so bad I had to cover my erection like I was a teenager.
As Zora prepped in the bathroom, I ran downstairs to my master bedroom.
There, I quickly retrieved a portable Bluetooth speaker and several condoms before hurrying back to my seat on the bed.
I steadied my breathing, placing the speaker on the end table and tossing the condoms in the almost empty drawer underneath.
I rubbed my hands together and took several deep breaths, excited for Zora’s hands to cover my body.
Calm down, C. You’ve got this.
Zora had me more nervous than during my pregame prep. I was still pumping myself up mentally. She finally emerged from the bathroom, revealing a sultry form that had me so turned on I could barely think.
“Whoa.” I couldn’t hide how much Zora’s natural beauty blew me away.
She lowered her eyes behind long lashes to the floor and then smiled meekly.
A red caftan, wrapped around her waist with a thin belt, hung loosely over her sensual body.
The red bralette she had worn earlier peeked through the gaping opening of her wrap.
The bralette’s cups hugged her full breasts like two scoops of butterscotch ice cream.
And those pretty, smooth legs made me want to crawl across the room and kiss her from the tips of her toes to the apex of her thighs.
I wanted to lick her center until she creamed on my tongue.
We stared at each other as strains of Miguel’s “Adorn” filled the dimly lit room.
“Are you going to come over here, or am I going to have to toss you over my shoulder to bring you closer?” I stood as Zora finally moved out of the bathroom doorway and turned off the light.
“Sit back down. I’ve got you.” Her bossiness turned me on.
“I believe you.” I sat down and wet my lips as Zora moved toward her suitcase and lifted a small black satin bag.
After untying the drawstring ribbon, Zora pulled out an amber-colored glass bottle and unscrewed the top.
“You look amazing, like a tempting gift made just for me.” My usually deep voice cracked a little when Zora strolled toward me.
“Thank you.” She smiled, showing all her teeth.
“Lie back. Do you want me to start on your front or back?”
“You choose.”
She eyed the length of my body and paused at my crotch. With her eyes glued to my lower body, she drawled, “I want the front. Definitely the front.”
I pushed myself to the top of the bed and rested my back against one of the king-sized pillows. Zora climbed onto the bed, and, to my surprise and pleasure, straddled me.
The scent of strawberries, and something I couldn’t name, filled my nose, calming me immediately.
She placed the oil on a cloth on the end table and poured a generous amount of the clear oil on her hands and rubbed them together.
She placed her hands on my shoulders and slowly kneaded my skin with her fingers.
“This will relax your muscles and have you out like a light. Do you hurt anywhere?”
She placed her hands on either side of my neck and pressed them into my flesh. The oil heated under her touch.
“I’m a little tight there, but oh, yes…right, there. Keep pressing.” Praise escaped my lips as she continued her motion.
With great care, she rolled her fingers over my collarbone. As her digits continued their magic, she leaned down and kissed me square on the lips, taking me by surprise. The kiss was soft and gentle.
I reached for her waist and held her firm, letting her take the lead as she darted her sweet lips on my mouth, exploring it with shyness, curiosity, and, dare I say, respect. I loved it.
“You have my permission to go deeper. I’m here as you need and want me, Zora.”
She nodded her understanding, then darted her tongue out. I received it with my own, allowing her to take what she wanted from me. She soon yielded her mouth to mine, as our tongues danced with gaining intensity. When our lips parted, we stared at each other hard.
“You taste nice,” she finally said.
Before I responded, she wrapped her arms behind my neck and opened her mouth, allowing me to probe it for myself. The fire I’d been holding in unleashed as we alternated between sucking tongues and planting hot kisses on our eager lips.
When she paused, she rubbed my cheeks with her hands and held my gaze. Unspoken thoughts passed between us. The fire in her eyes radiated like a meteor shower as she held my side and then caressed my abs.
“Are you ready to admit that you’ve been undressing me with your eyes since you got here?”
Zora blushed.
“I plead the fifth.” She traced her mouth over the skin she had kneaded earlier with oil, then smiled, her face inches from me.
“I have a confession,” I said.
“What’s that?” she asked softly.
“I was doing the same thing and imagining what it would be like to be freakishly intimate with you.”
“I like that you’re thinking of me like that.
” She kissed me again and then placed her hands on my lower back, repeating her circular motions there.
“This oil is edible, so I can lick the same places where I massaged you. I’m sure you’ll taste great everywhere.
” That now familiar warmth that entered my spirit when she spoke such endearing words returned as she alternated massaging my body and licking it with her sweet mouth.
Each time she lifted her face to mine, I captured her lips and matched her energy, wanting to push her over the edge as she moaned and rocked her lower body slowly over my erection.
We sucked each other’s lips and tongues raw as our bodies dry-humped.
The strawberry flavor of the oil and her natural sweetness made me dizzy with desire.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Show me what you need.” I lifted my hips to meet her increasing thrust as the crotch of her panties rubbed against the hardness in my briefs.
“I want more, Cairo. But I shouldn’t.”
She spoke the words but didn’t stop rocking.
“Why, baby? We’re consenting adults.” I grabbed the back of her neck and brought her lips back to mine.
Everything about her was beautiful, but there was something special about her eyes. In them, I saw her hunger to please me.
When I nodded my approval of her actions, she stopped grinding me and rested her body on me. I held her close. She was so pure and free that I would give her the world if I could. I never thought a massage and kisses could open up something so deep.
Zora Langston, you’re going to be my wife.
As a picture of my future came into view, I held Zora tighter, enjoying the thump of her heartbeat next to my chest. The thought of us connected like this for the rest of our lives hit me like a ton of bricks.
“Are you okay?” Zora’s voice interrupted my thoughts as her lithe fingers stroked the muscles across my back.
“Yes. Your touch is magical. So good, baby.” I closed my eyes and pictured Zora spread eagle across my king-size bed downstairs, stroking my lower body as intensely as she was now but with me deep into her womanly tunnel.
“I’m glad you enjoy this. It’s the least I can do for how you’ve cared for me.”
“Is there anything else I can do for you? Do you need a release?” I brushed my fingers across the crotch of Zora’s moist panties.
Despite her wetness, she shook her head.
“Just hold me. This was such a beautiful experience. Thank you, Cairo, for making me feel special and wanted.”
Zora and I held hands, laid down, and spooned in her bed before we dozed off.
Several hours later, I woke suddenly in the dark room. Her sweet, fruity scent surrounded me like a blanket, and her smooth back against my chest warmed me like a toaster. My body gravitated to her, with my erection pressed against her round butt through my briefs.
“Are you awake?” She spoke the words so low they were barely audible.
Since I was half awake, I didn’t respond. She pushed her behind into me and positioned my manhood between the cheeks of her thong. As her fingers explored my pole, she ground against it several times, panting softly with each quick connection of our bodies. My hungry body needed this.
I reached for her breasts, which were still covered by her bralette, and squeezed them hard over the fabric, teasing her nipples to arouse her more.
Within seconds, she inserted her fingers into the waistband of my briefs and pushed them down to the top of my thighs.
With a firm grip, she held me and planted my tip dangerously close to her vagina.
Her wetness felt like I had already entered a deep pool of ecstasy.
I slowly humped and teased Zora with my barely-there thrust, slipping my fingers under the cup of her bra until her breasts were free.
I palmed one breast, then another, tweaking and twirling her pebbled nipples with my fingers until she squirmed.
I licked the tip of her ear and spoke directly into it.
“Do you want this dick or not? I got condoms in that drawer.”