Chapter 13
CRESCENT
I ran my hands up the sides of her body and swiped my tongue over her chocolate chip sized nipples.
She bit her bottom lip and tossed her head back.
When she looked back down at me, her hair fell into her face and I swear to God I’d never seen anything more beautiful.
Mahogany moved her hips, riding my dick with so much passion a nigga was on the verge of falling in love.
Grabbing her waist, I slid deeper into her and she moaned.
Cooed, really. Shit was like a sweet melody to my ears.
It’d been two days since I last seen her and the last time, we were together, we ended up in the same position.
Fucking. We ran into each other at the bar, and she asked to leave with me.
When I saw her, I didn’t expect that. Shit, I thought we were just running into each other, but she took it to another level.
It was crazy, considering we were at odds over the whole Shardae situation.
When she walked up on me, asking me to leave, I was caught off guard but left with her anyway.
We went to one of my cribs, talked a little, and ended up having sex.
We were supposed to be working. Remote. Before she got here, we were on some virtual shit and while I hated it, I complied.
Only because our assistants were CC’d in the email exchange we had.
It didn’t matter though because the minute we got on that camera, I convinced her to come over and work out of my home office.
You think we got anything done for real?
Hell naw. I mean... we tried. She went from talking about design to talking about how good I was eating her pussy.
Mahogany leaned down and I wrapped my arms around her, slamming my dick in and out of her.
Her body quivered and before I knew it, my thighs were wet with her juices.
She raked her nails against the side of my neck and rubbed her face against mine until our lips met.
Her lips against mine were soft as pillows.
What I imagined clouds would feel like. Our kiss deepened as she slowly gyrated her hips against mine.
I gripped her ass cheeks and pulled them further apart, digging deeper inside of her.
Again, she cooed. This time in my ear, sending me over the edge.
I softly bit down on her shoulder as I felt my nut build up.
As if she knew my body, she sat up and began to bounce on me, tugging on her nipples, with her head tossed back.
Beautiful as fuck even at that angle and I couldn’t even see her face. Mahogany was sexy. Sex personified.
Staring up at her did exactly what I knew it would. Within seconds, I was cumming deep inside of her. Right after, she collapsed on my chest
“Damn gorgeous,” I said through a deep breath as I raked my fingers through her curly hair.
Today she didn’t wear her hair in a long weave. She didn’t have on a pants suit. She didn’t have on a face full of makeup she didn’t need either. She was completely natural, rocking a pair of leggings and an oversized t-shirt that hung off her shoulder.
“We're never going to get anything done at this rate” she said, propping her head up on the backs of her hands, looking up at me.
“Yes we will,” I said before slapping her on the ass. “Chill.”
She giggled and bit down on her bottom lip before laying back down.
Then silence filled the room and I wondered what was going through her mind.
Wondered if she had any regrets. Wondered if tomorrow, I’d be hit with an ‘I can’t do this anymore’ text.
That’s what I was waiting for the other night when she left.
Thought she’d go home to the nigga she hated and feel guilty about the time we spent. It didn’t come though.
I hated to admit it, but I was starting to get attached to Mahogany.
But wasn’t I already? Before today? Before the other night?
Losing her as head designer over The House of Nova Ray fucked with me so much that I was having a hard time working with someone else.
I’d say I was pretty fuckin’ attached. I didn’t give a fuck like that before.
She had me tripping. More now than ever, with the feeling of her heart beating against my chest, and her warm breath against my skin.
I could get used to this. Wrong way to be thinking about another nigga’s wife, but it was what it was.
That was something I didn’t give a fuck about.
Lately though, it’s been on my mind. Only because I felt like she’d flip at any given minute, and I didn’t want that.
Didn’t want to go back to thinking about her crazy, not being able to bust a nut without the thought of her.
I was fucking up. I had fucked up. Had gotten attached to another niggas woman.
Someone who had one foot in her marriage and one foot out.
I didn’t know shit, but I knew that. If she didn’t have one foot out, she wouldn’t be here.
She wouldn’t’ve sucked my dick with as much passion as she sucked it with.
Wouldn’t have rode my dick like it was the best piece of meat she’d ever rode neither.
I knew she had one foot out before I even stuck dick to her though.
It wasn’t that one foot out that had me thinking. It was that one foot in.
“You thinking,” she said.
“That’s what people do—think,” I said, caressing her ass cheeks.
“What are you thinking about?” She asked, looking at me.
I gripped her ass. “You.”
She twisted her lips up. ”Mmhmm."
“Dead ass."
“I’m not supposed to be here,” she said through a sigh, putting a piece of hair behind her ear.
“Yes, you are. If you weren’t supposed to be here, you wouldn’t be.”
“Touché,” she replied. “Still.”
“I guess I wasn’t the only one thinking,” I said, as I brushed my thumb over her cheek.
“I guess you weren’t.”
“Where would you rather be?”
She was quiet for a moment before saying, “Here.”
“Well,” I brushed my thumb over her cheek. “You’re where you’re supposed to be. Pretty ass.”
She blushed and looked away before laying back down. “I can’t get used to this.”
“Why?” I asked.
She took a deep breath and shrugged. “I just can’t.”
“Because you’re married—“
“No… it’s not that,” she paused. “I don’t care about that anymore.”
“What changed?”
Sighing, she tossed her leg over mine and said, “A lot changed.”
A lot changed. She was vague. She was always vague.
Didn’t reveal too much about her life or her marriage.
I could tell she didn’t want to talk about it, so I left it at that.
Not only because she didn’t want to talk about it but because I didn’t either.
While we were together, I didn’t want the other side of her life to exist.
“If it’s not that, then what?”
She shrugged. “I just can’t.”
Mahogany was a layered woman.
“Is it that you can’t, or you don’t want to?” I asked, softly caressing her soft skin.
She sighed. “I can’t. I want to… just… can’t.”
I said I didn’t want to talk about it. Said I didn’t want the other side of her life to exist when we were together, but the truth of it was, it would always matter because it would always be there.
Regardless of how much I tried to ignore the nigga and what she had going on outside of me, it was there.
And sometimes the shit taunted me. Like when I was with ol’ girl.
Like when I was alone with my thoughts, wanting her, wishing she could be near.
Like last night. Like earlier when I told her to come here.
Did I expect her to come? Hell naw. I expected her to hit me with some ‘we can’t do that anymore’ type shit and for her to be pissed about it.
Expecting that type of shit told me I cared.
Cared a little too fuckin’ much, to be honest. Had nothing to do with jealousy though.
I wasn’t that. I was possessive when it came to the things I wanted, and I couldn’t possess her.
“Gotchu,” I said with a nod, although I wanted to say more.
I wanted to tell her she could, in fact, get used to this.
I wanted to tell her I wanted her to get used to this.
And not just the sex end of things. I wanted Mahogany on every level.
Yeah, we’d only connected sexually, for real.
But I wanted her clothed. I wanted her across the table from me at dinner, smiling…
not just with her lips and her high cheekbones… I wanted her smiling with her eyes.
She propped her head up on my chest, on the back of her hands again and looked at me. “I don’t get this.”
“You don’t get what?”
With raised brows and a shrug, she said, “This. That thing I can’t get used to.”
“You don’t get cuddled? Caressed?”
“The feelings that come with it. With… you,” she uncomfortably said, laying her head back down, looking away. “I don’t get this. This… it’s a fantasy. It’s not real life. It’s nice though. Very nice. Just not something I need to get used to.”
“Because of your situation.”
“I’m practically out of that situation, Crescent. Why do you keep bringing it up?”
“You think I want to?”
I didn’t want to turn into one of them ‘where would you rather be’ ass niggas.
Didn’t want to ever turn into one of them muthafuckas that gave her an ultimatum.
Didn’t want to compete. Didn’t feel like I had to compete though.
In my mind, if a woman was cheating on her husband, the nigga she cheated with triumphed the husband in one way or another.
My way of thinking could’ve been delusional.
Could’ve been premature. Wrong… but there was something severely telling about Mahogany and her situation.
Regardless of what it was… there was that one foot that stayed planted.
It meant something. Meant more than the one outside of the marriage.
“Seems like it,” she said, shifting around. She went to get up, but I grabbed her, stopping her.