Chapter 8
“Damn! You look good enough to eat,” I said when Eva stepped out of her room.
She wore a short black dress that was fitted around her waist and ass, dipped low around the neck, and hung loosely. On her feet were a pair of gold-heeled sandals with straps.
“You already did that. Do I look good enough to fuck?”
I chuckled because she was big mad about me not giving her the dick.
“You do, and I will, in due time.”
Her eyes traveled the length of my body as she licked her lips.
“You look good too. Is the car here?”
“Yeah. He just pulled up. Let’s go.”
I offered her my hand, and we left the house, hand in hand. After helping her into the car, we were on our way.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“A steakhouse inside a fancy hotel.”
“Good, because I’m starving.”
“I had a snack, so I’m okay.”
“Did you enjoy your snack?”
“It was by far the best I’ve ever had. It could be an appetizer, a main course, or a dessert, depending on my mood.”
“What kind of mood were you in today?”
“Oh, beautiful, I was just getting started. It was the perfect appetizer for what I have planned for later.”
She shifted in her seat, and I imagined she squeezed her thighs together. I couldn’t wait to get back to the house and experience Eva in every way. I’d never experienced a pussy so wet, and I couldn’t wait to slip my dick inside her walls.
When we arrived at the restaurant, we were seated right away. After pulling Eva’s seat back, I sat next to her because I wanted to be close enough to touch her. We ordered drinks before perusing through the menu, and by the time the server returned, we were ready to order our food.
“I know you said you’re an only child, but tell me about your parents,” she said, seemingly out of the blue.
“My parents died almost twenty years ago. They were both addicts.”
“Oh, wow. I’m sorry. I didn’t know.”
“No need to apologize. How would you have known?”
“Is that another reason having a family is so important to you?”
I nodded. “What about you? I think I’ve met your parents in passing, but tell me about your family.”
“You already know Elaine. She’s eight years older than me, and growing up, she sometimes felt like another mother.”
“I could see that. Eight years is a pretty big gap.”
“Yeah, but now that I’m older, I wouldn’t have it any other way. She’s my best friend—really, my only friend besides a few of my cousins. My parents have been married for almost forty-three years. They’re retired and still act like teenagers with each other.”
“That’s dope.”
“It is. I find myself smiling when I watch them interact. Black love is so beautiful. They’ve had some rough times over the years, but through the good and the bad, their love for each other never wavered. I want a love story like theirs.”
“It sounds incredible, and I bet it’s dope to witness.”
“A lot of the advice and recommendations I give to my clients come from my parents.”
I laughed. “It sounds like you need to give your parents half of your paycheck.”
“I probably should. Sometimes, the books and theories shit don’t work with my clients. They need some real shit from real lived experiences.”
“You gotta do what works.”
“And it works every time.”
The server brought our appetizers and another drink since we’d emptied our glasses.
“You asked me earlier what I was looking for in a woman. Now, I want to know what you’re looking for in a man.”
“If I’m one hundred percent honest with you, can you promise not to take it too seriously?”
“Sure.”
“You promise.”
“I promise, woman!”
She blew out a nervous breath, which made me more intrigued about what she would say.
“You.”
“Me what?”
“You’re the kind of man I’m looking for, . . . at least what I’ve learned about you so far.”
“I’m not sure how you can share information like that and expect me not to take it seriously.”
“I just . . . I like how things are flowing between us now. Our attraction is mutual, but there’s no pressure. We’re vibing, and I like it.”
I nodded in agreement. “I like it, too, but your confession will be in the back of my mind.”
“As long as you don’t make a big deal about it, that’s fine.”
“Well, I have a confession of my own.”
Her eyes widened. “Oh, really? Let me hear it.”
I put my elbows on the table, leaned toward her, and whispered, “I can’t stop thinking about how good your pussy tastes, and I can’t wait to taste it again.”
She shifted in her seat and closed her eyes for a moment.
“I’m glad this dress is black because you just made my pussy leak.”
I raised my brow as I reached for a hand wipe on the table. She watched as I opened the small packet and wiped my hands.
“Let me feel it.”
“Right now?”
“Why not? Open your legs.”
“We’re in a public establishment.”
“And? Do you know these people?”
“No, but—”
“Open your legs.”
I slipped my hand underneath the table and tapped her thigh. She opened her legs, but not wide enough for me to do what I wanted to do.
“Baby, you can’t tell me your pussy is leaking and not let me feel it. Open up.”
“Fine, but don’t make me act a fool in here. If your fingers are lethal like your mouth and tongue, we’ll be escorted out of here, pronto.”
She opened her legs wider, and I slipped my hand between them. I expected to have to move her panties to the side, but when I didn’t feel any material, my dick throbbed.
“You out here with no fucking panties on, E?”
She shrugged. “I didn’t think I needed any.”
“You didn’t—open wider!”
As soon as I found her nub, I pressed my thumb against it. She closed her eyes just as the server arrived with our food.
“Here you—ma’am, are you okay?” he inquired when Eva gripped the sides of the table.
Her eyes opened, but they were low as she nodded. It took a moment, but the server caught on to what was happening, and he quickly put our food on the table and disappeared just as I slipped my finger into her slippery hole.
“Ssss,” she hissed as her head fell back.
“This pussy is gushy, and I love that shit. With every stroke, it gets wetter and wetter. Give me some more, E.”
“Fuck, Solo.”
When she came, it would surely be a mess, and I couldn’t have her out here like that. When her pussy began to throb around my fingers, I snatched them out. Her gasp could probably be heard throughout the restaurant.
“Why did you stop?” she spat, not hiding her annoyance and giving me the evil eye.
I licked her sweet nectar from my fingers before responding.
“Because you’ll have that whole seat wet, and your juices would be dripping down your leg. I can’t have you sitting here like that.”
“It would’ve been dry by the time we finished eating,” she whined.
I chuckled. “Possibly, but I want all that juice in my mouth, not dried up between your legs. Let’s eat. The sooner we finish, the sooner I can get back to business.”
“Fine.”
We began eating our meal, critiquing the food and discussing other random things while we ate. She asked me if I played other sports as a child, and I asked her if she always liked being in other people’s business. Those two topics alone carried us for the next thirty minutes.
Eva had a great sense of humor, and one of my favorite things about her was that she could laugh at herself.
Her smile lit up every room she entered, and her laugh was contagious.
Even if she didn’t give me the opportunity to taste her goodness again or feel her pussy wrapped around my dick, I’d enjoy the next twelve days in her presence.
“Thank you for this. It was nice.”
“You’re welcome. I’m glad you enjoyed.”
After I paid our bill, we gathered our to-go containers and headed out front. The driver was waiting, and minutes later, we were on our way back to the house. Eva sat a lot closer to me this time than she had the last few times, and I didn’t mind.
“Can I ask you something?” I asked.
“Always.”
“Have you been tested?”
“A few hours ago, your tongue was so deep in my pussy, you were tickling my damn uterus, and now you’re asking if I’ve been tested?”
I laughed because she had a good point. “Just answer the damn question.”
She lifted her phone from her lap and asked for my number.
Seconds later, I received a screenshot of her results from a little over two months ago that were negative for all sexually transmitted diseases and HIV.
I swiped through my phone for my test results from about a month ago and sent them to her.
“I guess we’re safe from diseases, but I’m not on birth control.”
“Understood.”
We rode in silence for the next ten minutes, and the next sound I heard from Eva was the gasp she released when I pinned her against the door once we were back at the house.
“Did I scare you?” I asked with my lips less than an inch from hers and my hands holding her waist.
“No. I—”
I cut her off with my mouth covering hers. I didn’t realize she was tense until I felt her relax. She greedily returned the kiss, grabbing the front of my shirt and pulling me closer. Our tongues dipped in, out, and around each other’s, becoming more intense as each moment passed.
My hands moved from her waist to the hem of her dress, which wasn’t very far, and I slipped my index and middle fingers underneath on each side. Slowly, I lifted her dress until the hem sat above her waist, leaving her bottom half exposed.
Pulling my mouth away from hers, I kissed my way down her body until I was kneeling in front of her, and my face was directly in front of her pussy. I brushed my nose against her clit and inhaled.
“Wait, Solo. I need to shower,” she said, trying to push my head away.
“Move your hands, E.”
“Let’s—”
“Move your fucking hands.”
I had to ask twice and put some bass in my voice, but she moved them, and I went to town. Before she could form another word to discourage me, her legs were on my shoulders, and her pussy was smothering my face.
“Oh God!”
Because I still had her against the door, there was nothing for her to hold onto but my head. The palms of her hands pressed against the back of my head, applying pressure that wasn’t needed but welcomed.
I was still in awe of how wet Eva’s pussy was. It had been less than a minute, and her juices were already dripping down my chin onto my neck. She moaned, screamed, and even banged her fist against the door a few times. Her climax was powerful, and she sprayed me down while shouting obscenities.
It was official. I was addicted.