Houston
“Let me lay him down, and then I’ll show you around,” I indicated as I let her in while holding Malone in my arms. We were both laughing hysterically about getting caught in the downpour. It looked like she would be here a lot longer with the thunder crashing outside the window.
I watched her remove her shirt, leaving her leggings and sports bra on.
My attempt to not watch failed miserably as I hit the wall in front of me.
Her coolness made me nervous and jittery.
I desired to be as laid back as she presented herself.
I knew something was heavy in her life but like me, she played it off so coolly.
She traced the mantle with her index finger checking out the pictures like I did in her office, turning to me she spoke, “Go and handle your business. I promise to be here when you get back.” Making the short distance to Malone’s room I softly laid him down, turned on his night light and left shutting the door behind me.
Stopping at the linen closet I grabbed a towel for her to dry off with.
“You can stay tonight if you want. I’ll get you back home in the morning.”
“Ok,” was all she said as I watched her walk around in barely nothing.
She was fully clothed, but I could see every curve that was attached to her slender, yet thick frame.
It was her skin that always caught my eye.
Some days she showed it subtly and others like now I could see her entire torso.
I wanted to reach out to touch her softly, but I refrained from making it awkward.
“Come to the kitchen while I make us a drink,” I ushered.
She followed behind me drying her hair. In my small kitchen, she reached out and started to wipe my body down also.
Always so considerate of others. It was one quality of hers I knew was so damn rare.
Rare enough that you didn’t know how to feel about it. “Here.”
I grabbed the remote connected to my electronics and turned on some soft jazz music.
She assumed I didn’t like music and that wasn’t true.
I enjoyed good music and that was the difference.
Music needed to take me to a place I didn’t want to come back from.
Jazz captured my attention at a young age, making it difficult to get into anything on the radio. I was selective.
“Jazz?” she asked.
“Music is food for the soul right? So how can all that modern-day music feed the soul? There’s not much that still tells a story.”
“You have a point. But it’s still good to listen to stuff that’s upbeat. But I love jazz also, it’s soothing and perfect for rainy nights,” she agreed.
“Uh, thanks for coming and not ending the night early.”
“Why do you keep thanking me?”
“Because I know you could be doing anything with anyone and yet you’ve decided to still be with me.”
“I don’t know - after spending three days working with my hands and sharing moments it feels like I should be thanking you,” she commented making me smile. My time hadn’t been enjoyed by someone of the opposite sex in a long time and it was refreshing to know that I wasn’t feeling something alone.
“I like you sweet tea, so it seemed natural to be in your company. You are the best damn assistant I’ve had and the prettiest.” My compliments always sounded so childish and seemed to lack the umph I felt she deserved but shit it had been a long time since I was put in the game.
Right now instead of trying to come up with magical words, I would settle with telling her what was on my mind.
When I looked at her I didn’t feel the need to pretend or appear to be some poet or college scholar.
I fucked with her and enjoyed her company.
“I like you too H town and I think we’ve said that before. Is there anything new you would like to say?”
“Not really but I do have a few things I’d like to show you.
The show is way better than words.”
“Well lead the way,” she answered downing the rest of her whiskey.
I grabbed the bottle and her hands and led the way to my bedroom.
I was embarrassed to say that Teaghan was going to be the first woman in my bed.
Shit, I prayed I knew what I was still doing.
But the closer we got to the back, the more my body started to get in the mood for some fun and a connection.
“Teaghan you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” I acknowledged. I didn’t want her to think this was all a ploy to bed her. But as she stepped closer and covered my lips with her whiskey flavored mouth I understood I wasn’t the only one wanting the same thing.
In between kisses, we both quickly removed most of our clothing.
Turning her around I used my long leg to kick the door close.
Before I could do anything else she pushed me against the door and turned the lock.
Teaghan was aggressive, something else that was different about her.
I didn’t know how to handle her take-charge attitude, but I would figure it out because she wasn’t here to play.
“You want me to slow down?” she whispered.
I pushed her back on the bed and climbed the length of her glorious body.
She had a burn on her leg I hadn’t noticed before and I took my time and kissed it.
In the moment, I hadn’t forgotten how to please a woman.
Goosebumps raised on her body and she curved her leg beside me.
I captured her lips and complimented her on how beautiful she was.
Her black sports bra allowed her breast to sit up perfectly and the lace panties she wore gave sight to her barely their hair.
She was perfection laying on my bed. Nothing but the rain could be heard falling against the window.
Standing to my feet, I opened the blinds, allowing the light of the night to shine and illuminate the room.
The stars and moon lit the sky giving her body a sensual ambiance as she laid on her side watching me seductively.
“Are you afraid of me Houston? I promise to take it easy on you the first time,” she said with a small smile. I smiled thinking of her playing me for a lightweight. Not wasting much time I crashed her body back on the bed and began to show her I was nothing to play with.
Ripping her lace panties with my teeth, I swiped my finger up her folds and she was as wet as outdoors.
Her breath was labored and mine was heavy.
Her birthday suit was the best gift I had received in a long time.
Kissing up her thighs and legs she squirmed anticipating my next move.
Going deep sea diving was my first stop on the train of pleasure.
“Oh, you quiet now?” I antagonized. She barely laughed as I continued to suck and saturate the sheets with her juices.
She tasted sweet just like I imagined. Dangerously sweet and plump like forbidden fruit.
I savored her smell while I was nose deep.
She moaned while I took my time licking every nook and hidden pool of desire.
Tonight she was mine to explore. With that exploration, I made a secret silent promise to make her combust from the thunder only my touch could deliver. Her body jolted and lifted taking flight to an unknown destination as I ate from the garden down under.
“Yes Houston,” she screamed as I patiently licked, bringing
her to completion. Her breath was scattered and sporadic as I scooted her to the edge of the bed.
It was officially time to take a dip and see if I could feel her love more than I had ever felt it before.
Taking another sip straight from the bottle I got prepared to settle into the greatest place on earth.