Chapter 7
Chapter
Seven
While rubbing his hands up her smooth thighs, Akeem doesn’t break his connection with Sunjiya.
He’s felt that shit since their first encounter and it’s only gotten stronger.
How they got here is irrelevant. It doesn’t matter that he’s crossing a line once cemented for him.
None of his boundaries or rules matter at this moment. He wants her and she wants him.
His hands rub her torso. The feel of them on her body sends a jolt of pleasure through her, causing her body to squirm. The involuntary movement startles her and she releases a nervous grin.
“You good?” he asks.
“Mmhm. Your hands are just warm,” she utters in nothing but pure appreciation.
The warmth of his hands only heats the fire brewing between her legs.
She wants this. She needs this right now.
Not waiting to delay the satisfaction she already envisions, she leans in and softly pecks his lips.
To her delight, he pecks her back then takes it exactly where she hopes.
His kiss turns needy, passionate, and intense, causing her to briefly pause to catch her breath.
“Damn,” she moans, panting before locking her lips back with his.
As they kiss, his skillful hands unhook her bra and cup her full, perky breasts.
Slowly, he takes his time and massages them before grazing her nipples with his thumbs.
Wanting to touch and feel him, she rubs her hands across his chest down his stomach to the hem of his shirt.
They play a seductive game of tongue and hands.
When she tries to lift his shirt, she feels his body shift.
Then his hands drop to her waist. He pulls her closer and in a stealthy move, moves her into his lap then stands.
She gladly wraps her legs around him. His lips return to hers and he continues to steal her breath with his passionate and aggressive kisses as he takes them to his bed.
Inside, he turns and gently places her on the bed. Hovering over her with a slight smile, he asks, “Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Positive,” she responds while dropping the robe from her body. Her bra falls next then he does the honors of removing her panties.
Standing, he stares down at her beautiful naked body, every curve and every inch. His wry smile morphs into a full, appreciative one as his eyes survey her. For probably the first time, Sunjiya finds herself blushing.
After kicking off his shoes, he removes his shirt. Against his chocolate skin and muscular frame rests his holster and gun. The sight is intriguing and sexy as fuck. Her eyes stay plastered on him as he removes the holster, both guns, then his jeans. He saves the best for last.
A man with this much energy has to possess it all over.
As if he knows what she’s waiting on, he takes his time with his boxers. Once they are off, a smile spreads across her face. As suspected, he is definitely blessed with that same energy in the penis department. It’s long and thick and not even fully erect.
“Well, damn!” she utters but he hears her loud and clear.
Staring at her while stroking his dick, he knows without any doubt that once he’s inside her, things with them will change. He won’t rest until he finds her sister, makes sure she’s good, and kills everybody who hurt Tanjaya, just for her. He’ll do anything for her because that’s how he’s built.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” she says, silently praying he does.
“I got you,” he assures her before stepping toward the nightstand by the bed. He reaches into his black grooming bag and pulls out a prophylactic.
“Thank Jehovah,” she sighs with a slight laugh. Leaving here after seeing all he has to offer wasn’t a fucking option.
Once his thick penis is sheathed, he climbs on the bed.
Starting with her forehead, he kisses her entire body.
From her forehead to her nose down to her soft lips, and behind her earlobes.
Once he journeys to her heaving breasts, he lingers for a moment, savoring them and blessing her nipples with tongue kisses.
This is more than she even imagined. He takes his time with her and she enjoys each minute.
Her body tingles from strokes of his tongue and brushes of his lips and she purrs, moaning lightly.
Continuing to explore her, he kisses her navel then her elbows.
He moves to her legs, kissing her knees then moving to her thighs.
Chills pulsate through her body as she trembles and asks, “What are you doing to me?”
“Learning every inch of you,” he says, then spreads her legs. “I told you once we do this, there’s no coming back. So I’m claiming what’s going to be mine.”
He kisses her swollen clit, licks, then sucks.
He becomes extra familiar, causing her walls to moisten.
Moving between her labia and clit over and over, he devours her pussy like it’s his favorite food and she feels her body sinking into the soft ass bed.
He enjoys tasting her as much as she relishes the sensation.
When he moans, the warmth of his breath causes her to squirm and run.
“Akeem,” she trills.
Her body shakes as she feels a sensation she’s never felt before. A tsunami forms in her core and she loses control, all of it. Her body doesn’t belong to her at this moment. It’s his and only following his commands.
“Cum.” His tongue is demanding without words, just pleasurable actions. She’s seconds from complying.
When his two fingers join the beautiful assault, her body bucks and her hands grip the sheets and duvet for dear life.
Slowly and intentionally, he moves his fingers in and out, teasing her.
Her juices drown his fingers and the feeling makes his dick hard as hell with envy.
It wants that same feeling. He wants all of her and she’s ready to give it all.
After tongue kissing her clit, he removes his fingers and her body completely succumbs to him. The orgasm he commanded erupts and the explosion starts in her toes and ripples through her entire body.
“Shiittt,” she hisses in a low, sensual tone.
She holds his head in place until her body stops trembling. When she finally releases her hold, he lifts his head and marvels. Watching her body react to him turns him on.
“Fuck,” he groans as he wipes her juices from his face.
Refusing to deny himself all of her anymore, he inches up to face her while positioning his body between her legs. She’s so caught up in the aftershock of her orgasm, she doesn’t realize he’s staring into her eyes.
While fixated on her flushed but pretty face, he enters her and she immediately snaps out of her orgasmic trance. Her eyes widen at the feel of him, his girth and depth. He consumes her. His dick suffocating her pussy in the best way.
She moans in pure pleasure, unintentionally assaulting his back with her nails.
Feeling him is beyond amazing and she wants to stay in this moment for as long as she can.
All outside drama, noise, and reality are a distant memory and nothing’s between them—no space, no issues, no past. Their bodies and this feeling are all that matters.
She fades into the moment and engrosses herself in the sounds of the erotic symphony they create.
“Damn!” he moans. She drowns his dick, gripping it at the same damn time, driving him wild.
He knocks on her g-spot again and her body convulses, causing her to cry out more.
With her body’s reactions, her sexy moans, and the feeling of her warm juices dripping, wetting his whole midsection, he loses control.
“Shit, baby,” he says, biting his bottom lip, trying to delay the inevitable.
However, he can’t hold his explosion any longer.
When he thrusts into her as deeply as he can, he loses all will power, releasing his built-up passion.
“Got. Damn,” he whispers into her ear before kissing her.
“Shit,” she screams as she orgasms again.
Laying together, he’s on her and still in her.
They are both exhausted, fulfilled, and satisfied.
The line has been crossed but no regrets lingering between them, just questions both have but aren’t ready to divulge, at least not yet.
For this muted moment, they lay and just enjoy the connection until she shivers.
“You good?” he asks.
“Just a little cold,” she admits.
“Hold up,” he says before easing out of her and off the bed.
He treks to the ensuite bathroom and disposes of the condom.
He cleans himself with a warm hand towel then prepares one for her.
When he returns to the bedroom, she’s sitting on the side of the bed with her robe on and closed.
Perplexed, he glares at her with knitted brows then asks, “Where you going?”
“Back to my suite. It’s almost four. It’ll be time for Honey before we know it,” she says, then stands. She steps toward him, places her hand on his bare chest, then looks into his confused eyes. “It’s been a long ass day, we both need real rest,” she says.
She purses her lips for a kiss and he obliges. However, he’s not letting her leave his bed or suite. His free hand loosens the sash and opens her robe.
“We both need rest and we are going to get it. You right here back in this bed with me,” he says.
“I thought maybe you wanted t—” she begins but his lips on hers halts her foolish thought.
“You don’t listen,” he utters with a sexy smirk. “Get back in bed so I can clean you and warm you up,” he says.
Leaving is her self-defense mechanism. She wants to exit before he can even make the request. Sunjiya is in a vulnerable place right now, especially as it relates to men.
Being subjected to wolves in sheep’s clothing for so damn long has her guarded.
Her entire life has been a testament of endurance, but one thing she doesn’t want to endure again is being hurt by another man. She’ll die before she lets that happen.