Chapter Twenty-Five
Twenty-Five
I went up first, and this time Danuwoa listened to me and waited ten minutes before following me up to our room. I was possibly having sex tonight. Not just any sex, but earth-shattering sex with Danuwoa. My heart was racing. I hadn’t had sex in more than a year, and he seemed to be the kind of guy who liked surprising moves and sexy talk. I was not well-versed in any of that. I was flushed the entire ride up the elevator, looking at my beet red, rumpled reflection.
The head start gave me time to peel my soiled dress off and lock myself in the bathroom, warming my body in the hot shower and cleaning my lady bits well just in case. I wore my pajamas this time and didn’t wash my hair. It was the fastest I had ever showered, but I knew Danuwoa would be just as cold and sandy, and we weren’t there yet with sharing a shower. I would combust and die but, oh, what a way to go.
When I got out of the bathroom, he was already there, sitting on the bed in just his underwear.
“Do you never wear clothes at home?” I asked, my face warm.
“Not if I can help it.” He winked as he got up and walked right to me. We were inches apart, and I craved his lips on mine. He read my thoughts and kissed my cheek. “No peeking at me while I shower,” he whispered.
I stood rooted in that spot. I heard the door close over the sound of my own blood roaring in my ears. I was in way over my head. The sound of the water running broke my lusty trance, and I scurried to the bed.
I ordered minestrone soup and pizza from room service. Was it a weird combo? Yes. Was it a sexy food pairing? No. But I was starving, and the cold from the ocean lingered. My hot shower was too short to fully thaw me.
Danuwoa took his sweet time in the bathroom. I didn’t want to imagine what he was doing in there for so long, but my mind wandered there anyway, to all the possibilities. I tried very hard not to imagine the frothy washcloth spreading soap along his arms, up and down his abs, and lower. I no longer needed the minestrone; thinking about Danuwoa washing was warming me up from my core down to my toes.
The water stopped, and I fanned my face.
This time, when Danuwoa exited the steamy bathroom, he was wearing a faded Peter Gabriel concert T-shirt. His hair was dry and freshly wound in two shining braids.
“Peter Gabriel?” I asked him, skepticism coating my voice.
“He’s an unparalleled genius.” He walked to his suitcase and folded his soiled clothes and placed them in a drawstring bag. I was starting to understand that Danuwoa was a neat freak, but after living with Sage and now Joanna, I appreciated his order.
“Can’t say that I’ve heard much of his stuff.” I picked at a loose thread on my joggers.
“That can and will be fixed.” He closed his suitcase and jumped onto the end of the bed. “Did you order food yet?”
“Yeah, I have some pepperoni pizza and soup coming.”
“Soup?” He teased me with his smile as he rolled onto his side, his head propped on his hand.
“I’m cold.”
With his free arm, he tapped his chest. “Come here.”
He was inviting me to cuddle with him. I kicked him with my foot, and he rolled off the bed. It was a fight-or-flight response from my wild nerves.
“Hey!” His face looked bewildered at my betrayal.
“Be careful, Danuwoa, I wouldn’t want to ruin you,” I said, laughing.
He sat up and rested his arms on the bed. “It’s funny. I woke up this morning thinking, ‘I hope this girl destroys me.’?”
That earned him a pillow square in the face. I wanted to get to know Danuwoa. I loved kissing him, but sleeping with him could complicate things. My brain was doing it again…What if we were incompatible? I didn’t think he was exaggerating about the earth-shattering orgasm, but the first time sleeping with someone never culminated in an orgasm for me—ever. It would make things awkward at work if this was a failure. Eating in the lunchroom and avoiding eye contact because I would have intimate knowledge of what his penis looked like. That was a unique and uncomfortable experience I wanted to avoid. I mean, I did want that knowledge. It might take multiple sessions to really get a full grasp of the situation , but I did not want to crash and burn and be left with my heart in tatters and still have to take care of everyone—Auntie, Sage, Joanna.
“You’re blushing, so I know you like me,” he said smugly. He threw the pillow back at me, and I caught it in my arms, hugging it close to my chest.
“You mentioned a movie. What do you have in mind?” I rolled my eyes.
He got to work navigating the guide on the hotel TV. We had limited options with what was free. “We have Babe: Pig in the City and Unsolved Mysteries . What are you in the mood for?”
There was a knock on the door. Remote in hand, Danuwoa opened the door for the room service food cart. Once the waiter left, Danuwoa opened the metal covers.
“What will it be? I love eating while watching something,” he urged.
“Do I want nightmares of strange deaths, or do I want to watch a cute pig roam around?” I tapped my chin.
He clicked over to the pig movie, and we dug into our meal. I smiled to myself because he just got me. He was down to watch a children’s movie about a pig with me so I wouldn’t have nightmares. Granted, he wanted in my pants and I was gonna let him. We sat back on the fluffy bed, me slurping my soup and Danuwoa eating his pizza slices like tacos, folded in half and sideways. He moaned as if that pizza was the best thing he had ever tasted, and it made my core throb remembering his moans from the beach. I cleared my throat and continued eating. Once we had our fill, I moved our plates to the cart and pushed it away from the bed, turning off the lights for a cinema experience with the large flat-screen TV.
Back in bed, Danuwoa had shifted closer to the middle. I situated myself with the covers pulled up to my chest, arms crossed at my waist. He nudged my shoulder. Smirking, I nudged him back with my bony elbow. He thwarted my attempts at wiggling away by wrapping his right arm around me and pulling me into his side.
We were cuddling. We were watching a children’s movie. We were never going to end up as just friends. From the moment he knelt and handed me my ugly key chain, I knew Danuwoa was special.
I lay there against Danuwoa’s warm body, my leg curled over his as his hand rested on my hip. When the credits rolled, we stayed in each other’s embrace. Danuwoa brought his other arm around and lazily stroked from my hip down to my thigh. The hand that had been on my hip the entire movie slowly circled my ass. The warmth his hands left on me through the duvet melted the last of my walls.
I would let him kiss me again, because if he didn’t, then I would kiss him. Either way, we weren’t going to sleep tonight without a repeat performance of what we tasted at the beach. I glanced up to find Danuwoa staring down at me, a small smile on his lips. He bent his head and kissed me lightly, but that small touch unlocked the carnal hunger I had developed for him. The sound of whatever programming started after our movie faded. All I could focus on was Danuwoa’s lips on mine. His hand moved from my hip to my ass, and, emboldened, I clutched his shirt. He pulled away, and I gasped in outrage that he would separate from me after only the smallest taste.
“I don’t want to stretch it out,” he said and whipped the old shirt over his head and chucked it across the room. My hands found his bare chest more enticing than the material of any shirt could ever be.
“Shut up and kiss me,” I demanded.
And boy did he. Our showers and hot food energized our desire. Our passion on the beach was only a sampling of what Danuwoa could do. Being on a bed made it that much more intense. He sucked on my bottom lip, and my back arched to a degree I didn’t think was humanly possible.
I stopped my hands from wandering his chest to lift the hem of my shirt up and over my head. We were bare from the waist up. He kissed me with a groan before peeling his lips away from my mouth to trail kisses along my neck and down to my collarbone.
“Is this okay?” he whispered.
My “yes” sounded like a cross between a growl and a moan that was quickly silenced as he cupped my breasts, squeezing, appreciating their weight and softness. I had to give the guy credit: he made my little boobs feel full and desirable, even as one hand engulfed each entirely.
He put his mouth on my breast. The wet heat of his sucking drove me to insanity. I curled my toes and pressed my thighs tight around his leg as I clawed at his biceps. His tongue circled my exposed, hardened peak, and I was on fire. He played and nipped, his tongue trailing along between my breasts. His warm breath on my sensitive skin sent shivers throughout my body. I was near the edge of begging him to end my torment. Then he switched to my other breast. I whimpered, feeling his smile and chuckle as he bit down gently, and I bucked. It was not graceful, but I no longer had control of my body or my responses to his touch. Danuwoa was in control. My body, my pleasure, all of it at this moment belonged solely to Danuwoa and his tongue.
I was impatient, my hips grinding my core along his leg. It did nothing to ease the ache, and I was soaked through to my sweatpants. My primal instincts were in charge. With his lips on mine, I couldn’t remember why I hesitated at all, delaying this, because this felt more right than anything else in my life.
Danuwoa’s hands left my breasts and dragged down my torso, his calluses leaving a wake of goose bumps before they wrapped around my ass, giving me a tight squeeze. He yanked the waist of my pants down and stripped me bare, flinging my clothes in one swoop. The subtle bluish glow from the television illuminated our bodies, and in his eyes, I saw the hunger I felt reflected back at me.
His mouth trailed reverent kisses along my body, caressing every inch of skin before he nudged my knees apart, opening me for him. God, I had not shaved. I did not anticipate this when I left Oklahoma. His thumb rubbed my slit.
“Yes,” he said in a way that appreciated my slickness, that body hair or no, this was all for him. “You gonna share this pussy with me?”
Oh.
Danuwoa was a dirty talker. My core burned as hot as my cheeks. I had never been with a man like this. I’d never heard anyone speak like this. I loved it. It was hot and his mouth was filthy, and I needed it. I needed him.
“Yes,” I panted.
He threw his braids over his shoulder, and I watched as he slowly, so fucking slowly, lowered his head to my pussy. He licked it from bottom to top. His moan of pure approval and satisfaction sent my head back and my body arching. I was not Ember; I was a goddess, and this bed was my altar and Danuwoa my most devoted worshipper.
He licked and sucked, and I went wild, searching for the release that was building. He brought his large hand down onto my stomach to hold me in place as he continued to feast, and my muscles went taut as my orgasm ignited and my entire body shook. I came with his name on my lips.
Oh yeah, Danuwoa Colson was the Native Daddy of my dreams. Holy shit. That was the promised earth-shattering orgasm.
I was panting and never craved anything in my life as much as I craved more of Danuwoa. He kicked his boxers off, and his cock jutted free and proud. I grabbed him, my hand circling his river-rock smooth fullness, and when I gave him a firm squeeze, it throbbed in response. He growled before swatting my hand away and jumping out of bed.
“What the fuck?” I cried in outrage. I was not done with him.
He knelt before his backpack, and I admired his braids falling on his naked back, long dark arrows pointing down to his perfect bare ass.
“Got it!” He turned around, shaking a condom foil back and forth in his hand, his smile still glistening from my arousal.
He stood and ripped the foil open. “Close your mouth,” he chuckled.
I was nearly drooling, watching as he rolled the condom over his hardness. The foil was discarded behind him, and like a predator, he stalked toward the bed, crawling on his hands and knees, pushing aside the fluffy duvet until he was above me.
I let my legs fall open even wider, inviting him to settle his full weight on top of me. Creator, did we fit perfectly. He settled between my hips, rubbing his cock up and down and side to side on my slick slit. The anticipation was killing me. He did his job. I was a Slip ’n Slide down there. I hooked my ankles around his ass, using my strength to nudge him to give me what I wanted.
He kissed me then. Deeply. As he speared my mouth with his tongue, I felt myself stretch to accommodate his fullness and length. He slid farther and farther until he was at the hilt. Danuwoa released my lips and hissed a satisfied breath.
He slid out and back in, nature guiding our rhythm as we explored each other. He was languid, savoring the feel of me. I kissed where his neck met his shoulder, and he slammed home hard. Yes . Just yes. I needed more of that. I bit him right where I had just kissed, and it unleashed Danuwoa. In and out, it was a frenzy. I clawed his back and licked his neck, taking all he gave me.
When it was over and we were both spent and covered in sweat, we lay there, our pinkies entwined.
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The rays of dawn filtered in through the filmy white drapes, and I woke up as content as a cat lying next to Danuwoa. He was a stomach sleeper. I was a drooler. What a pair we made. I turned to my side to face him, his arm and a wayward braid draped over me.
Today we would go home. Would things go back to how they were? Would they continue to grow into something more? Or were we friends with benefits? God, Auntie would gloat in my face.
Danuwoa’s finger pressed the scrunched-up space between my eyebrows. “Shh. It’s too early to be thinking that hard.”
I swatted away his finger, but he grabbed my hand, playfully biting me before placing a kiss.
I giggled because after last night, I was surprised it wasn’t all a very vivid dream.
“So?” he asked me.
“So what?”
“Care to share what has you up so early, worrying?”
“I was just thinking about what happened last night…” I let my voice trail off. He had to be thinking the same thing as me, right?
“What about last night?” He grabbed me from behind my waist and pulled me closer to him.
He was going to make me say it. “If we would be having repeats in the future.”
“I think you can feel that a repeat performance is a definite possibility.” He shook his hips to illustrate the fact that he was rock-hard.
“That was not what I meant! I meant when we get home, how would things continue?”
“We just keep seeing each other until we don’t want to see each other. That’s usually how these things work.”
“Without seeing anyone else?”
“No one else.” His expression was serious.
“What about work?”
He kissed me before answering, “Work has nothing to do with us. We can keep things professional around the office.”
And that was the last of the conversation before we lost ourselves in each other’s bodies again, tangled limbs, the duvet and pillows on the floor. We had a few hours before the final meeting started and we flew back home to reality, and I was going to make the most of it.