Episode 71
Episode 71
One Kiss Is All It Takes
MEMPHIS
Dinner was amazing and went better than I’d expected. Everyone seemed to genuinely like Naomi. However, even with all the fun and celebration, my father had taken me aside and grilled me good.
“Son, if you have more to share about your relationship with Naomi, now is the time to come clean,” he’d warned. His light brown eyes pierced straight through me, as if he could see the conflict behind them.
My heart beat so fast and hard I thought it might explode out of my chest like a rocket being launched. I could feel my palms become damp as the nerves kicked in. There was no way he could’ve known how Naomi and I had really met or the circumstances behind our marriage agreement.
“Dad I…” I lost the words entirely, my mouth suddenly so dry I could barely speak.
How does someone tell their father they’re marrying for money? I was sure he’d not only be pissed, but it would disappoint him tremendously. And the last thing any of us kids wanted to do was disappoint our parents. They’d given everything to provide us a great life filled with love, honor, and family. Marrying for anything but true love would be abhorrent to them.
“Son,”—he squeezed my shoulder—“is Naomi pregnant?”
The relief that rained down over my entire body was a deluge of electrical sensation skittering along every exposed nerve ending. So much so, I burst out into uncontrollable laughter.
“No, Dad, no!” I said through bouts of chuckles.
“Then why are you moving so fast? After your announcement you said you both planned to be married in a couple weeks. If there’s no baby news, I can’t wrap my mind around why the two of you are rushing.”
“Says the man that married his high school sweetheart the week after graduation?”
“Times were different back then,” he blustered.
I shook my head. “Why wait when you know you’ve found your soulmate?”
Dad jerked his head back. “Soulmate?”
“Yeah, Dad. I met her in Las Vegas. I sat down in an empty seat at the bar, turned to say hello, and about swallowed my tongue.”
“She is a rare beauty, just like your momma,” he quipped.
“It’s more than that. We started talking, ordered drinks, then dinner, and talked all night long. It was effortless. I told her about the family, Ma’s garden, the injury that stole my career, and she listened, Dad. She listened and asked questions and genuinely cared. Everything about her screamed she was the one, and we’d barely had a few hours together.”
“And then you kissed her…”
“And then I kissed her.”
“And you knew.” He smiled.
“And I knew.”
“Just like me and your momma. Your granny and grandpa before you. One kiss is all it takes.”
“What’s got you so quiet? Afraid to show me your place? Is it messy?” Naomi teased, breaking me out of my reverie as I unlocked the door to my modest apartment.
“It’s a place to hang my hat and catch some Z’s. It’s close to the college and my folks. I actually don’t spend much time here,” I said while flicking on the lights.
Naomi walked to the middle of the small living room. The kitchen was open to the primary living space, a bar separating it, which had been great since I would cook and watch the game. The entire apartment was maybe nine hundred square feet with just one bedroom and a single bath.
I watched as Naomi ran her hand along the arm of my black leather couch. There was a glass coffee table in front of it with nothing but a tray that held the remotes to my TV and surround sound system. A single leather chair was wedged into the corner, and across from all of that was my entertainment center. My mother and sisters had given me framed photos of the family and my teammates from college to display across the flat surface. The 60-inch flatscreen hung above it. The only decoration I had hanging on the walls was above the couch, and it consisted of two football jerseys. Mine from my first year playing college ball and Dad’s from his high school glory days. Our last name was printed in bright white letters on the back. Those jerseys were my most precious possessions, and Dad had been so proud when he saw them hanging up next to one another.
“Both yours?” She lifted her chin toward the hanging jerseys.
“Nah, mine from college. Dad’s from high school.”
Her expression gentled. “That’s sweet.”
I looked away for a moment as my cheeks heated.
“And your bedroom?” She batted those fake eyelashes with intention.
I extended my arm toward the small hallway that led to my bedroom and a miniscule bathroom I barely fit in. When I took a shower, the curtain would stick to my side half the time, but the rent was affordable when I was in school and worked part-time.
We entered my bedroom and I smiled. Paris and Cheyenne had done me an even bigger solid than I’d expected. The entire place smelled fresh and there wasn’t any dust in sight. The bedding had been washed, and the smell of Tide and sunshine-dried sheets mixed with a big bouquet of flowers sitting in a glass vase in the center of my dresser.
Naomi pointed, pursed her lips, and propped a hand on her hip. “You had fresh flowers delivered while you were gone? Or is someone expecting you home?” Her tone was pure sass.
I chuckled and raised my hands in surrender. “I will admit to texting Paris and Cheyenne, promising them forty bucks a piece if they made sure my place was presentable to the woman I’d be bringing home. The flowers were all them, I assure you.”
She grinned, and her body language relaxed. “Well, that was mighty kind of them.”
“It was. Though I kind of liked the idea of you being bitten by the green-eyed monster,” I taunted.
Her mouth dropped open as she spun around. “I am not jealous.”
I scoffed. “Could have fooled me.”
Now both hands went to her hips. Uh oh. In my vast experience with five sisters, a mother, and a granny, a hand on a cocked hip meant that she was about to throw shade. A hand on each hip meant a woman was about to lay down the law and teach your ass a lesson.
“I’ll have you know, I am perfectly capable of controlling my base instincts. If I was jealous, and I’m not saying I was, the point would be moot because you wouldn’t know it anyway.”
“Is that right? So you have no problem with the woman on the elevator slipping me her number before we exited on my floor,” I deadpanned.
“She did what now?” Her voice rose an octave, and her eyes blazed. “You know her? What apartment does she live in?” Naomi shook her head. “Did she not see the ring on my finger?” She held up her hand and wiggled her fingers, those long nails clacking against one another. “The gall. And I was right there. Let’s go.” She pointed at the door. “I’m going to give that woman a tongue lashing about the importance of the sisterhood and keeping her hands, eyes, and phone numbers to herself.” She moved to storm past me.
I caught her around the waist and hauled her flat against my chest as I chuckled. “Baby, there was no number exchange. And yes, I do know that woman. She’s happily married with kids and works the late shift at an events center. I’ve gone to some shows downtown with her and her man.”
She pouted and narrowed her gaze. “You tricked me.”
“I did.” I smiled.
“Now I feel embarrassed,” she whispered.
“There is not one single thing to be embarrassed about, Nay. Yes, you were jealous of the idea another woman hit on me. That makes me feel some type of way. A good type. But the fact that you were willing to confront her directly, sticking up for yourself and our relationship…now that, baby, is all kinds of hot.”
She peered up at me with those dark doe eyes. “You think so?”
I dipped my head and whispered against her lips. “Hell yes.” And then I kissed her.
Naomi wrapped her arms around my neck, tilted her head, and opened her mouth. I took the offer and plunged my tongue inside to tangle with hers. She sighed dreamily as we stood there and kissed for a long time. Soon, the desire for more overcame us both, and we were peeling one another’s clothes off. I yanked down the long zipper of her jumpsuit as I ran my lips along her sensitive neck. She moaned as I pushed the fabric down her shoulders and urged her body backward until she hit the bed and went down.
I knelt and pulled off one sexy-as-fuck stiletto and then the other before grabbing the fabric that had fallen down to her waist. I slid the jumpsuit down her legs and tossed it over my shoulder. She was clad only in a slinky royal blue bra and lacy thong.
Naomi lifted up on her elbows and stared as I stood and pulled off my shirt, unbuttoned my pants and shoved them unceremoniously down my legs. I kicked off the Jordans, wincing as I unintentionally may have scuffed one, but getting to see Naomi laid out in her lingerie on my bed was worth any price.
My girl smiled coyly and gestured at my gray boxer briefs. “Keep goin’ baby. I want to see the beast.” She licked her lips and bit down on the bottom one.
I eased my fingers into the waistband of my briefs and slowly dragged the fabric over my hardened cock. It sprang free of the confining cotton, and I groaned at the relief.
Naomi sat up then, put her hands on my waist and dipped her head. Before I could utter a single word, she had the head of my cock in her mouth, and that talented tongue of hers was making figure eights. I closed my eyes and hissed through the intense pleasure.
“Woman, this is going to end before it even begins if you keep it up with that mouth,” I warned.
She sucked hard and pulled back, letting the tip go with an audible plop . I grunted in response.
“I thought you liked my mouth, especially when I do this.” She dove for my cock, taking me halfway down her throat in one fell swoop. It felt so good, my vision blurred at the edges. I cupped her jaw and watched as she ran her tongue all along my dick. Arousal beaded at the tip and then slid down the side, headed for the base when she licked it up with a flick of her tongue. She hummed after, as though that single drop was liquid gold.
I tunneled my fingers into the back of her hair and maneuvered her head where I wanted it most.
“Suck me good, baby, fuck yeah, just like that.” I groaned and tipped my head back as she blew me deep, her mouth bobbing up and down my shaft, swirling that tongue around the sensitive underside before she took another plunge.
I was going to lose it too soon at this pace. With great restraint, I eased my hips back, and hauled her to a standing position.
“Hey, I wasn’t done playing,” she griped.
I was too far gone. My desire for her had reached a fever pitch, and I wanted, no, I needed to be inside of her, and since she took birth control, we’d agreed to forgo protection.
“Turn around,” I ordered.
“But…”
“Baby, turn around,” I demanded with more grit to my tone.
She spun around, gifted me the view of her toned ass, and I had to bite back a moan. Instead, I pushed my hand between her shoulders. “Bend over, present that fine ass to your man.”
“Good Lord, you’re in a mood.” She bent in half, primly bracing her hands on the bed as I palmed both ass cheeks.
“Yeah, Nay. I’m in the mood to fuck you good and hard. You ready for that? Or do I need to sample this sweet honey first?” I yanked her panties down to mid-thigh to restrict her movement, spread her ass cheeks and licked from clit to winking pink rosette. Her sugary cunt was dripping with her desire. “Just as I suspected, you’re weeping for my cock.”
“Shut up and fuck me already.” She mewled and wiggled her ass, shifting her legs as though she couldn’t wait a minute longer.
With the taste of her sweet cunt on my tongue, I wedged my cock at her entrance and plowed all the way to the hilt.
“Fuuuuuuck” we both moaned simultaneously.
After a few test thrusts, she adjusted to my intrusion, and I rode my woman hard. I dug my fingers into the fleshy bits of her hips, and pounded as deeply as I could get with each thrust.
Naomi was bucking wildly, moaning, hissing, and arching her spine, fully giving herself over to me and her pleasure. I ran my hand up and down her back as I fucked her, watching her body respond to mine. Her skin misted with sweat and shone like golden umber beneath the low lamplight.
“God damn you are beautiful. I just want to touch, kiss, and fuck you forever.” I bent in half and ran my tongue along the top portion of her spine. “Lift that knee up onto the bed. I want more,” I growled.
She tried to move, but her panties prevented her from doing so. I used my foot and stepped between her thighs taking the flimsy lace to the floor. When she was free, she cocked one knee up on the bed. I wedged my knee alongside hers and gained another inch with her spread open so wide. “Fuck yeah,” I ground against her, glorying in the way her body accepted mine.
It was beyond anything I’d had before. Naomi was one-of-a-kind in every way.
With my heart in my throat, and my cock balls-deep in beauty, I set a feverish pace, pumping into her until her entire body locked me down tight. Her core clenched around my cock so hard my breath caught.
She screamed with her release, and I rode her through it, wanting to wring out every last ounce of her pleasure before I took my own. My legs were starting to shake, and my back pulled tight at the awkward position, and I desperately wanted to go longer, take even more, but Naomi felt too good. I gritted my teeth, tightened my hold on her hips and planted myself as deep as I could go, then I let the pleasure take me.
Absolute nirvana.
My release coated her insides until I trembled with the effort to hold still any longer. Naomi must have been at the same breaking point because her top half slumped to the mattress, her face turned to the side, air sawing in and out of her lungs.
I got my bearings and slowly eased out of her body, watching with primal satisfaction as a trail of our combined releases coated her silky thighs.
“Hold there, baby. I’ll be right back,” I leaned over and kissed one firm butt cheek, then the other before quick-stepping it to the bathroom where I used a cloth to wash off my cock. Once the water was warm, I wet a new washcloth and brought it to the bedroom.
Naomi hadn’t moved a muscle.
“You sleepin’?” I chuckled as I wiped her clean.
She simply hummed, eyes still closed. When I finished my task, I tossed the cloth into the hamper near the closet and pulled down the covers. Naomi crawled to the center of the bed.
“I’m gonna close down the house,” I said, then walked through my home and made sure the doors and windows were secured and lights out before I climbed into bed behind her. I curled around her, tucking her against my body. She wiggled back until we were touching from top to toe.
She yawned. “Today was a wonderful day.”
I pressed my nose against her delicious smelling neck. I’d tried and failed to figure out what type of perfume she wore but it was a complicated mix of roses, something nutty, and coffee beans. All I knew was that it was intoxicating and made me want to run my nose all over her skin.
“It was a good day,” I finally agreed.
“I like your family,” she murmured.
“I’m glad because they seemed to like you too. I haven’t seen my mother and father smile or drink that much in a while. They were fully celebrating our pending nuptials and that makes me happy.”
She smiled and sighed, then slipped off to dreamland.
“Now we just need to get your parents on board,” I whispered into the quiet of the night.