Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
NAZ
“You made this mess.” Takira laughs up at me from the step below. “You have to clean it.”
I still haven’t caught my breath. Hell, I’m not sure I’ve even breathed since she dropped to her knees and told me she gives great head.
For the record, she does.
My brain must still be on the floor because I’m not even processing the words she’s saying. I fucked her mouth hard. I lost control. Cupping her face, with my thumb I trace her lips, swollen and still shiny from my release.
“Come on.” She turns her head to kiss my palm and stands. “I’m sticky.”
She continues down the steps, re-tying her bikini top as she goes. “Shower?” she asks, smiling at me over her shoulder.
“Uh…” I’m still planted on the steps, scraping shreds of my soul off the walls. “Yeah. Sure.”
She punches in the code to her cabin, and I follow behind her. Stripping out of her bikini, not even sparing me a glance, she tosses it into a hamper at the bathroom door. She’s completely free and unselfconscious. I’ve never been with a woman like her.
“You coming?” she asks, disappearing into the bathroom.
I shake myself and move on legs that still feel wobbly. That woman sucked the life out of me, but also awoke some of the darkest urges I didn’t even know lurked under the surface.
I want to come on your face?
Where did that come from? She probably thinks I’m…
No, she doesn’t. Takira is the most uninhibited, non-judgmental person I’ve ever met.
I’m someone who likes to strategize and calculate every move, but with her, I’m different.
I should have known when I stepped out of character and asked Lo to invite her that Takira would affect me this way.
That because of her, I would surprise myself.
And yet I’m still reeling and unprepared.
When I enter the bathroom, she’s naked and testing the water with her fingers.
She’s tall and thick, rounded and juicy.
Her ass and breasts jiggle when she moves.
Even the tiny striations at her hips turn me on because they’re on her.
There’s something about a woman who’s so comfortable in her skin with what some would consider flaws. It’s powerful.
She steps into the shower, and I strip off my trunks to follow. When she reaches for her sponge, I take it from her fingers.
“I’ll wash you.”
Even though she teased that I would have to clean up the mess I made, I can tell by the surprise on her face she didn’t think I intended to.
After a brief hesitation, she nods. I turn her into the steam of water, watching all evidence that I came all over her in the stairwell wash away.
Her breasts are round and proud, and as I stare, her nipples swell.
“More washing.” She laughs. “Less gawking.”
I angle a smile at her and squeeze soap onto the sponge, working a lather into her taut brown skin.
Her breath hitches when I wash her breasts, taking my time to lift their weight and clean the soft undersides, then I linger on her nipples, bend to take them, wet and turgid, into my mouth.
I go down on my knees and drag the sponge over her legs, behind her knees.
I wash her feet, paying special attention to the graceful arch. Her toes twitch.
“Ticklish?” I chuckle.
“Something like that.” She runs a hand over my hair and looks down at me, affection softening the bold lines of her face. “That night at my house, on the roof, I thought you were the most beautiful boy I’d ever seen. I knew you’d grow up to be a beautiful man, Naz, but I had no idea.”
Hearing her refer to our past, however brief it was, does something to me. My chest tightens, and I swallow deeply. We only had one night, but it’s one I’ve never forgotten. She is the one I’ve never forgotten.
“I feel cheated,” I admit, gently pushing her to the bench in the shower.
“Why?”
“What if we could have had this all along? What if we’d gotten to see then where this could go?”
“It’s the past,” she says, caressing the nape of my neck.
I push her legs open and sit back on my heels, studying her pretty pussy. No one will take this—her—away from me again. My will hardens, and I grit my teeth.
Fuck two weeks.
When I open her up, her clit still seems a little swollen.
Not sure if it’s from last night’s clit clamp or arousal.
She tasted so good. I loved waking up, smelling her all around me, all over me.
I hitch one of her thighs over my shoulder and French kiss her slit, pulling the nub of nerves into my mouth.
“Ooooh, Naz, yes,” she moans, undulating into my kiss. “That’s it.”
In seconds, I’m devouring her, barely cognizant of her cries.
She’s slick with water and her own essence.
Her scent mixes with the bodywash, and it’s heady and intoxicating.
She digs one hand into my scalp and the other into my shoulder while she rides it out, stiffening with her orgasm and slumping into the wall.
When I look up, her pupils are blown wide with lust and satisfaction.
Her mouth hangs open, staccato breaths forced from her heaving chest. Our eyes lock, and for long seconds, neither of us says anything.
Our connection, even though we haven’t fully consummated it, is incredibly sexual, but it’s also intimate.
Every hot touch is tender and caring, even the ones that carry a sting of pain like her nails digging into my arm. Worth it.
She stands, taking my hand and pulling me to my feet. With a gentle shove to my shoulder, she pushes me down to the bench where she was just seated.
“Stay here,” she says, her voice hushed, husky. “I’ll be right back.”
She’s only gone seconds, and when she returns, it’s with a gold foil square. My eyes zip to her face. She holds it up, and for once, her smile carries a trace of uncertainty.
“I mean…” She slides her eyes to the mosaic tiles of the shower. “If you want to.”
I reach for her, grab her by the ass, and pull her toward me to stand between my long legs spread where I’m seated on the bench.
“I want,” I mutter, my voice so deep and low I barely recognize it. “I want everything you have, Kira.”
And I don’t just mean her body. We’ve only been back in each other’s lives for such a short time, and we only had one night years ago, but I want everything from this woman. Her secrets, her fears, her hopes, and ambitions. I want to see where we could go.
She eases her spread thighs over mine, and my legs are so long and so much bigger than hers, it stretches her wide open. Compared to me, she’s small, and it makes me want to be careful. As strong as she is, the last thing I would ever want to do is hurt her.
“Hey.” I take her jaw into my hand and wait for her to look at me. “I want you to know this is important to me. You’re important to me, Kira.”
She blinks, surprise and pleasure darkening her beautiful eyes. “For me, too,” she says.
I lean in, cupping her head and kissing her, urging her lips open so I can taste her again.
Her sweetness mixes with the saltiness of my cum on her tongue, and I growl.
Tasting myself on her unleashes a primal urge inside me, and I grip her butt in my hands, bringing her close to hover over my stiff dick.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, sir.” She grins, holding up the condom again. “What you not gonna do is hit it raw the first time. Let’s wrap this right on up. This is the biggest condom I have. I hope it fits.”
We both laugh as she slides the condom over my length with fingers that tremble the slightest bit.
When it’s fitted over me, our laughter dissipates.
Her expression sobers, and she leans forward, grips my nape, and rains kisses over my nose, my cheekbones, my chin.
I catch her mouth with mine, groaning when she sucks my tongue inside, exploring the roof of my mouth.
Finally, she presses her forehead to mine, bracing her arms on my shoulders to lift and then sink down onto me.
A shared breath whooshes from us both as she takes as much as she can.
“Fuck, Naz.” She grimaces.
I look between us, almost losing my mind at seeing myself halfway in and her body stretched around me.
“How much more?” she asks, breathless.
“You can do it,” I murmur, squeezing both cheeks of her ass and running my hands up her back. “I know you can take it all.”
“Just gimme a sec,” she pants, easing down another inch or so.
“Shit!” The word explodes from me as her tight pussy clamps around my dick, taking more of me.
My mind spins and my abs clench as she moves the slightest bit, rocking her hips in tight undulations all while sliding down a little more until she’s spread over me, and when I look between us, I don’t see my dick at all.
Her pussy has eaten me up, swallowed me whole.
She lifts her chin, eyes alight with triumph and lust.
“I did it,” she gasps, rocking onto me.
“You’re so good.” I grunt into the wet curve of her neck. “So good. I knew you could do it, baby.”
I slump back into the shower wall, holding her hips as she rolls over me, the muscles of her thighs flexing as she rises and falls, her expression twisting as I screw up into her body.
Her breasts bounce, and she throws her head back, bottom lip trapped between her teeth, drops of water spraying over her back and shoulders, droplets gliding down her belly to christen the place where our bodies interlock.
I rub and pinch her clit, and she screams, her shoulders shaking with hoarse cries as our movements turn frenzied.
Her muscles seize around me as she comes, burying her face into my neck, shaking with her release.
I stand, keeping her close, not allowing space between our bodies, and walk over to the shower wall.
Pressing into her, pinning her there, I reach for her leg to anchor at my back.
She’s listless, still coming down, her eyes rolling back and her mouth slack.
I give her no time to recover, but surge inside her.
“Oh!” Her eyes go wide. “Naz.”
There’s a drum in my head, in my heart. It’s primitive, percussive, unrelenting, and it possesses me. I pound into her, pushing her body into a wet slide up the wall. Her legs slip on and off my ass while she tries to anchor herself.
“Is it too much?” I manage to clear my head long enough to ask, unable to even let up while I wait for her answer. I only pray that if she says it’s too much, I can pull back.
She digs her nails into my neck, jerks my head toward her until her lips are at my ear.
“Harder.” Her breath is hot at my throat as she locks her ankles at the base of my spine. “I wanna have trouble sitting down. Can you do that for me, Naz?”
“Jesus, Kira.” I grunt, planting my feet wider, gripping her thigh so tightly I’m afraid it will bruise. “You shouldn’t have said that.”
I’m like a berserker who’s lost the thread of time and reason, lost to a fever, to madness.
Whatever beast this woman awakened in me roars out of his cage and fucks her into that wall, heedless of anything but the legs splayed and the tight opening dripping for him.
He takes and takes and takes and takes. He takes until he’s satisfied. He takes until she is, too.