Chapter 6 #2
As soon as I pulled into my garage, I hopped from the car and started stripping my clothes away.
Before I hit the bathroom, I was fully naked.
Fuck waiting for the water to reach the prime temperature.
I turned it on and stepped right into the stream.
The shock of the water worked, but again, it didn’t last. I scrubbed my body clean, trying to avoid my nipples, stopping myself from lingering between my legs.
“I cannot do this!” I fussed at myself. “No! I refuse to masturbate while thinking about that man. I will not give him that power over me.”
Maybe it was a silly superstition, but I had a rule.
I never pleasured myself while focusing on one man.
To me, it felt like casting a spell I wanted no part of.
Sexual energy was powerful, and to think of a man, to send that kind of energy to him for him to claim over me, was something I would never do!
But there was no way I could orgasm that night without thinking of Raymond.
Out of the shower, bonnet snatched from the warmer, I headed to bed. I could just sleep it off. Close my eyes and wake up to a new day not full of sexual tension. All I had to do was avoid direct contact with Raymond for a few days, and everything would be fine.
I laid on my bed and forced my eyes shut.
And just as my mind quieted, the phone buzzed. I looked over to see the message on the phone I’d tossed on the floor.
Don’t look at it! You know it's him!
Did I listen to myself? Of course not. I picked the phone up, and yep, it was him.
Raymond: I locked up the place. Next time, I won’t hold back.
Without responding, I put the phone on the charger and climbed back into bed. Thanks to my foolish decision to check the message, Raymond was fresh in my mind. I’d washed his scent from my flesh but could somehow still smell him when my eyes closed.
I can keep slamming you all night. His words echoed in my mind. I grabbed my pillow and covered my face. You want to keep going? There his voice was again, teasing me with innuendo.
“That’s not what he meant!” I fussed aloud.
Yes. I wanted more, so much more, but I couldn’t let him know that. I couldn’t let him know how my body responded to him or how I went from wanting to punch his face to wanting to sit on it.
And running out of there like a fool was a great way to keep my cover!
“Breathe, girl!” I rubbed my hand over my chest, but even that soothing action just made matters worse. I imagined it was his hand on me, and he wasn’t trying to calm me down. Raymond wanted to excite me.
“Dammit!” I ripped the covers away, exposing my naked flesh to the cool air. “This is exactly what he meant to do! Get me all riled up! Why did I let this happen?”
My heart rate was already quickening as my flesh won the war against my mind.
My hand slid from my chest, inching down my skin with determination.
I shuttered as my own hand felt foreign to me, moving across my stomach and pausing just above my pussy.
Did I really want to do this right now? What would it mean if I did?
You like to be in control, don’t you?
The echoes of Raymond’s voice were there, challenging me to continue.
Though I should have rolled over and denied this mental nudge, I didn’t.
Moments later, my fingers gently rolled across my clit, and the shiver stretched over my body with that first contact.
I bit my lip as I added a little more pressure to my touch.
Don’t think of him.
I tried my best not to. I didn’t want to have Raymond on my mind as I worked my body the way only I could, but nothing worked.
With each stroke of my fingers, with each catch of my breath, the vision of him became clearer—smooth brown skin, thick beard, green eyes, long locs with evidence of gray spiraling through the length.
I saw his full lips, his strong shoulders, those arms sleeved with smokey ink.
The image of him in my mind urged me to increase the pressure on my clit.
He was there. I could feel the weight of his body on top of me, the warmth of his breath against my neck, even drips of his sweat hitting my flesh as he pinned me to the mat.
My nose flooded with the scent of him. It was consuming and overwhelming, but the image in my mind, the experience of him, encouraged me to keep going.
My fingers rolled across my clit, but that wasn't enough.
I needed more, and so I reached lower, spreading my lips and slipping two fingers into my pussy.
Needing more leverage, I sat up, bracing my back against the headboard with my legs stretched wide while I worked myself, but even that wasn't enough.
So, I reached into the drawer, pulling out my toy.
Thank God, I had already charged it up. I hit the power, and it came to life, buzzing and rotating.
Too bad this thing doesn’t come attached to a man.
I slipped it inside me, and as it moved, pulsating, rotating, coaxing me to orgasm, I gripped the headboard with my free hand to steady myself.
You want to keep going?
His question kept rolling through my mind. I wanted more, so much more. But I wouldn’t allow him to give it to me. Still, I answered that question in my mind.
“Yes! Yes!” I called out as I let the tension build between my legs. I held on, wanting it to last just a little longer.
And then, against everything I knew, against my better judgment, I called out his name as I came.
“Oh yes, Raymond!”
My body trembled as the orgasm erupted between my legs. I felt my juices spray across the mattress between my legs, and then, as the shivers subsided, I heard it.
Loud and clear. Deep and demanding.
“Good girl.”
I freaked out, reaching for the lamp on my nightstand.
“What the hell?” I looked around, as if expecting to find someone there, but of course, I was alone. I pulled the covers over my body and popped up on my knees.
“Damnit!”