SORIMAH #2
And there was her real reason for calling. I scoffed and shook my head. It never failed for them to want something.
“I don’t—”
Ding, dong!
“I have to go Kara. Thank you again.” I hung up quickly pushing her and the conversation we had to the side. I had a more pressing matter to deal with.
I had yet to cover myself with any kind of material, so I snatched my silk robe from the door and did a quick count to ten to calm myself a bit. This was an unexpected turn that just so happened to end up with a man that more than likely knew exactly what he wanted in life.
As I tied the string, I glanced through the peephole to make sure it was him and then landed on my feet once more doing a quick pace while tugging at my fingers. I could’ve ignored so much shit tonight but instead I gave into temptation with ease.
A round of knocks sounded off as well as an alert on my phone.
He was getting impatient. I quickly opened the door with him giving me a onceover and pulling his bottom lip in penetrating it with his teeth.
His eyes stayed on my body and although my confidence was through the roof, he was making me feel self-conscious.
“I just hopped out the shower. I’m sorry for answering the door like this.”
His eyes met mine and they were low and hazy. A total 180 from earlier. He was under the influence and what I didn’t want to do was take advantage of him in this vulnerable state.
“Invite me in Ri.”
His tongue flowed across his bottom lip glazing it with a light coat of lubricant making it hard to look away. I couldn’t help but fall for his flirtatious ways. His chocolate skin glowed while his iced-out grill and flowing locs were quickly becoming a favorite.
Clearing my throat, I stepped to the side and said, “Right. Come in Hendrix.”
As soon as I shut the door, he lowly asked, “Where am I welcomed?”
For some reason, his innocent question had my kitty purring. The truth was, the scent of his cologne mixed with his handsome looks granted him access to me in a way that it took many to gain over a course of months. Hendrix was different.
“Wherever you choose to settle is fine with me.”
His eyes gave my body another tour and stopped at my center. That sly smirk was present again. He was playing a dangerous game. His words began to ring out where he said he wouldn’t disrespect his woman in public so that only made me wonder how he was privately.
“Hendrix, why did you approach me if you knew you had a woman at home? Happy homes aren’t mine to break.”
“Who said I was happy?”
That caught my interest. However, he was still in a committed relationship with someone that wasn’t me and I didn’t need that karma on me.
“Maybe, this was a bad idea. I’m sorry for even texting you. I know better.”
“As do I. I just wanted your name, but now that I’m here… it’s going to be hard to walk away from you Ri. You have no idea how beautiful you are. I could smell your confidence from a mile away and wanted a whiff of it on me.”
He was so fine but damn he would never be mine. His locs swung in his face as his chain shined brightly underneath the moon light that peeked in.
“The rumors are that you’re a faithful man.”
“I try to be but I’m not perfect Ri.”
“You have time to walk away Hendrix. Don’t give up your morals for me.”
“Join me gorgeous.”
He extended a bottle of Don which I didn’t realize he even had. I took it from him and took a shot before handing it back where he took one for himself. Whatever was on his mind was heavy because he never responded to my last comment. Instead, he made his way to my living room and got comfortable.
He didn’t want to talk so I threw whatever conversation I thought was going to happen out the window. I wasn’t a fool though. This was going to be something regretful for him afterward and I didn’t want to bring that on him.
Following the same path, I went to get him out of my house. It wasn’t worth it… I wasn’t worth it. I found him sitting on my couch with no worries.
Bending down, I reached for his hands, when my breast slipped through my robe. I was a healthy woman that had big everything, so it was natural for things to not stay put. However, I had no time to apologize and adjust myself before his lips were wrapped around my nipple.
The feeling of his warm tongue against my flesh instantly threw me into a trance. He was someone I wanted so the slightest physical attention I was receiving from him was throwing me overboard.
My eyes shut almost instantly as he pulled my body into a more comfortable position which landed me in his lap.
My size didn’t matter to him and that caused my faucet to drip faster.
I was completely naked underneath so all it took was one swift motion for my entire canvas to be on display. He had me bare and bothered.
“Hendrix,” I whispered his name.
I no longer had control so stopping him was out of my hands. I was hoping he would realize that I wasn’t who he needed to share this moment with.
His tongue traveled upward to my exposed neck as his hands rubbed and squeezed on my ass. The light grip he applied every few seconds had my body on fire. Not only was I giving this man my time, but now I was giving him my body and once that connection was made, it would always be unforgettable.
He sucked on my neck as I fumbled with his belt and then the button of his pants. Where I knew I should’ve hopped off this man, I had no will power to do so. I was completely invested in allowing him to take me to new heights.
Once he was released, no time was wasted on getting him to my opening. Easing his way inside of my lubricated tunnel, I could feel him adjusting my walls to become a better fit. A fit that no one else would be able to fill properly. With each subtle stroke, I felt him make me his.
His low grunts and soft kisses against my skin were the only encouragement I needed through the night. My body moved on its own coating his shaft with the juices he stirred up. My body was releasing a fluid that contained a chemical that could slowly but surely become an addiction.
He had his ways as well. Because as bad as I wanted him addicted to my loving, it was me that was riding my way into a bliss that I wanted to stay on a continuous loop. Hendrix should’ve warned me that his dick was a drug no one would be able to wing themselves off.
The amount of calculated attention he was showing my body was dangerous. There were men that wanted to date me, hell, fuck me even, but no man that ever had me took his time to where my canvas felt appreciated. The envious feeling was back because his woman received this stretching on a regular.
In one swift motion, I was no longer the one on top. He handled me as if I was as light as a feather. With my back against the cushion, I watched him strip down to his natural born. The sight of his manhood caused my mouth to salivate. It was glazed, thick, and veiny. I had to have a taste.
Sitting up, I reached for the tool that had delicately rearranged my insides.
He allowed my tongue to glide across his flesh and then attempt to swallow him whole.
He was too much for me to handle but I refused to back down just because of the massive meat he was blessed with.
If anything, I wanted him to treat my mouth as he would my pussy and punish that shit.
Our eyes connected when I looked up to him.
There I was with a stranger in the middle of my living room engaging in something euphorically impossible on my end.
My buttons had never been pushed with ease and even though he belonged to someone else, he supplied a treatment that made me feel like he was all mine.
He pierced his bottom lip as he fucked my mouth. I was fighting for my life just to breathe, but it was a feeling I didn’t want to let go of. I would give up my life if that meant I would die in pure satisfaction.
“Drink,” was all he said before I felt his semen coat my throat.
It was a command I’d heard several times and in lamer terms but always one I refused to give in to.
I never felt comfortable digesting anyone else’s bodily fluids but Hendrix…
he made it hard not to want to savor every last drop of him.
Having the taste of him on my tongue would forever be embedded in me.
Once he was done, I was pulled up on my two feet and attacked by his mouth on mine. That kiss gave him more of me in a way I would’ve never guessed. My whole being submitted to him without even knowing what he was truly about.
On top of that, he was nasty as fuck. His seeds were just in my mouth making themselves at home and he had no care in the world. He applied a passionate exchange that involved his tongue dancing with mine. It seemed as if there was no area this man hadn’t mastered.
Breaking the connection, I stepped back. This was so wrong, but his loving felt so right. I would’ve been more than happy to receive him if he wasn’t tied to another woman.
“Hendrix, there’s a line—”
“That was crossed mentally and now physically, and I’m not done yet.”
I was picked up and taken down the hall to my bedroom. The light from my room was an easy guide. I was placed on the bed and given a minute to gather my thoughts.
He eyed me like prey as I gave him the perfect view of my flower leaking its natural nectar.
That tongue of his glazed his bottom lip once more before he dove in between my legs headfirst. The way he attacked my clit said he knew what he was doing and that he cleaned his plate anytime nutrients like this were placed in front of him.
My back was arched, and my hands were gripping the sheets.
Hendrix was creating a memory that couldn’t be erased.
From the swirl of his tongue against my flesh, to the way he always took his time, all the way down to the way he made sure I was the one receiving the most pleasure.
He was a man that catered to his woman, and it showed.
“Fuuuuuck!” I screamed out.