Chapter Seven #3
“I can’t wait to be inside you. I already know it’s going to be so fucking good. Your pussy is as luxurious as the rest of you.”
The praise sends me over the edge and he keeps stroking me until I come down.
“How do you feel now?”
Every single cell in my body is vibrating. My thighs are slick with me and him, and I’m sweating, trembling, heart racing. I can barely breathe. But I pant out the first word that comes into my head. “Alive.”
“Good girl,” he croons against my lower stomach, pressing a kiss right beneath my belly button before he moves from between my legs and lays down next to me on the bed.
I thought I was spent, but the heat of him, the faint spicy scent of him makes me throb. I roll over, get to my knees and straddle him.
I grind my hips against him and gasp at the friction between my sensitive, soft center and his rigid bulk. His strong hands grip my hips and he matches my rhythm.
Even with our clothes between us, it’s delicious. I cup my breast, squeezing it in time to our simulated fucking.
He sits up and puts his mouth to my free breast and manages to find my nipple through the fabric of my blouse and catches it between his lips.
“Oh my god, what are you doing to me?” I demand and speed up the movement of my hips when I hit a spot that makes my toes curl.
I grip his biceps and my head falls to his shoulder. I put my mouth on his neck and lick his heated skin. His sweat is so salty and clean and I suck the skin I just tasted.
He hisses and tilts his head to give me better access. “Fuck this is so damn hot,” he pants and then his rhythm falters. “Shit.”
He rolls us so he’s on top of me and lifts one leg up onto his shoulder and starts moving frantically between my thighs.
“Shit, Sin. Shit,” he pants, his face tight with tortured restraint. A vein bisects his forehead and he bites down on his lower lip.
Then he flings himself off of me and sits on the edge of the bed. I crawl over to watch him take his dick out and stroke himself through his orgasm. He comes all over his trouser leg, trembling and gasping. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
He flops back on the bed, his chest heaving, eyes closed. “I almost came in my pants. I haven’t done that since I was sixteen.”
He wipes his mouth with the sleeve of his shirt and sniffs his fingers. His eyes open and move to me. “Hey,” he murmurs.
“Welcome back to Earth,” I murmur, resisting the urge to stroke his face.
“Shit. Woman. You should come with a warning sign that says highly addictive.”
“Oh stop,” I brush his words away but grin like a loon.
“God, you’ve got a gorgeous smile.” He cocks his head to the side and looks me over. “Gorgeous everything, really.”
I’m not used to or comfortable with praise like this. I feel like a thousand lights are shining on me and it’s too hot. “You’re just trying to get laid,” I quip.
“That doesn’t make it not true.” He winks, reaches over, and squeezes my thigh. He lets to go too soon. “I’m going to get cleaned up. I’ll be right back.”
I roll over with an exhausted, sated sigh and stare blankly at the ceiling, wrung out, turned out and greedy for more.
If I couldn’t feel my body so acutely, I’d be afraid this was all a dream.
He’s perfect. Handsome, thoughtful, curious and maybe…my sexual soul mate. And he’s a lawyer from Ghana.
My parents will be thrilled.
I wonder what the job market for journalists is like in LA.
I sit up, horrified. What am I doing? This man just picked me up and made me come like it’s what he does for a living.
For all I know, it is what he does for a living and I’m over here ready to scribble his name in the margin of my diary.
This is exactly how I ended up with the no-good piece-of-shit man I’m just about to be rid of.
He got me to settle and hold my career back and support his and he didn’t even give me orgasms.
What kind of foolery would I find myself in over Kwame?
Sin, girl, you’re in danger.
My younger brother’s voice is so clear it’s like he’s in the room with me.
“What have I done?” I crawl off the bed and gather my things, cursing when I can’t find my left earring. I drop to all fours near the window, feeling around in the thick area rug.
The shower stops and I freeze. “Shit.”
My aunt gave me those earrings. A thud on the other side of the bathroom door makes up my mind for me. “That’s what I get for acting like I don’t have sense.”
My Aunt Agnes, God rest her soul, used to warn me and my sister that good sex was every woman’s kryptonite. I’ve never had sex good enough to understand. Until now. Hell, I didn’t even have sex and I’m already imagining what our kids would look like.
My eyes used to be bigger than my stomach.
Figuratively and metaphorically. I’ve learned the hard way. This is more than I can handle in every sense.
My phone beeps with a text. I slip my shoes on and scribble a note of apology and hurry out of his suite like the hounds of hell are after me.
I nearly weep for joy when the elevator doors close in front of me and I’m certain he’s not going to catch up with me.