Chapter 12 Charisma
I’ve barely regained my breath before Chaos returns and is ready to go again.
He stands over the bed and examines every visible part of my body.
He licks his lips as though he cannot wait to taste me again.
When he joins me on the bed, his hands massage every part of my body, and I remember the man I fell in love with all those years ago.
I moved in with Chaos and Chrishanna, temporarily, the summer before my senior year after one of my mother’s boyfriends tried to attack me. She was famous for leaving them at home alone with me when I hit my teens, encouraging me to use my best assets and gifts to get whatever I wanted in life.
Chaos and Chrishanna were my refuge that summer. They had both been my best friends since middle school, but it wasn’t until that summer that I developed feelings for him, and it wasn’t until a year after college graduation that either of us acted on our feelings.
We crept around for an entire year, the year after graduation, before his mother and sister discovered we were messing around.
His mother was okay with it, but not Chrishanna.
She warned me that Chaos was only going to hurt me.
I didn’t believe her and continued another year and a half in the relationship before he broke my heart.
At twenty-five, I was pregnant and alone with no one to rely on but Chrishanna and their mother, Christina. Through the years that we were together, Chaos was my protector, and he was gentle with me.
That is what I feel in his touch now as he gently palms my breast and then pinches my nipple. His lips brush sweetly over mine before our hips collide, and he penetrates the very heart of me.
There is an urgency to be under him, touched by him, and filled with him, and we can’t come together soon enough.
My tightness grips him and suctions him deeper inside of me. I lick over the saltiness of his skin as I bite his shoulder and then alternate licks and kisses.
With every touch, prod, thrust, and taste of him, I recall what we once shared.
I never thought I would experience sex like this again after our last time.
Though I haven’t been with another man, I thought my body was just craving sex.
Now I realize that I was craving him and everything he made me feel and all the sweet, sexy words he used to utter to me.
“You know that no woman could ever make me feel the way you do when we’re like this, doncha?” he whispers when he lowers into me and brushes my hair back from my face.
The soft glance he gives is like a caress along my body and within my heart.
“I miss this, Chaos. That’s why I never had sex with anyone else. I knew that no one could make me feel like you do.”
“That’s because your body was designed specifically for me.”
He brushes a kiss against my temple and drives deeper into me, forging a secure connection between us.
“Does it feel good to you?” I whisper.
“Only you satisfy this deep ache within me,” he murmurs.
“I’ve felt so alone all these years, Chrishon. I missed you so much.”
I can’t help the tears that fall from my eyes. Sex with him is always this way.
He brushes his hands against the apples of my cheeks, wiping the tears away. “I’ve been just as lonely. Connecting with you is the only way this hole inside of me can be plugged.”
“I need you, Chaos. I need you so bad.” I cry out as he pushes my legs back and thrusts deep into me.
I feel the connection between us, but I also feel something else. He feels regret over being so open, and now he is erecting an emotional wall. It’s evident in the way that his affirmations change from loving and tender to raw and all about the sex.
I know that he’s worried that he’s already shared too much about the way he feels. This rawness between us is what I need.
“You’re so wet and tight,” he pronounces, swiveling his hips and pushing harder into me. “You got a nigga ’bout to lose his mind and cry; this shit so good.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer again.
He buries his face in the pillow beneath me as he steals every breath from my lungs.
It’s okay because I am lost in the heady aroma of his masculine scent.
It’s an intoxicating blend of earthiness with a trace of bourbon that somehow smells like home.
A smile graces my lips with that thought. He always smells like home.
Chaos lifts just a little and kisses my lips and then the shell of my ear. I nuzzle my nose into his neck as he inhales my hair.
“Gahdamn, girl. You still smell like cinnamon and sunshine after all this time.”
“I always remembered it was your favorite,” I reply in a breathy voice.
He bites my neck, and my heart rate and breathing increases as I yelp in surprise.
“You ready to cum for me again?” he asks, swiping his fingers through my sex.
I arch my back because my clitoris is extremely sensitive at just the mere touch of his hand.
“Yes, please.” Chaos lifts his imposing figure off my body just enough to stare into my eyes, and then he places his hand around my neck and gently squeezes. With every stroke, he either increases the pressure or releases it.
“All right. Gimme what I came for,” he commands, lowering his body on mine again and driving deep into me.
His touch, tongue, and the hypnotic look in his dark eyes are intoxicating. Every kiss of his lips and every look in his eyes burns me with desire and drives me crazy.
His tenderness has returned, and I’m floating on cloud nine while at the same time, I’m already hungering for more of him.
I can’t believe that I am about to cum again, but the warmth that flushes my body and the way my toes curl says it is so. I dig my fingernails into his shoulders.
“I’m about to fuck up your world,” he warns me.
And he does with a final thrust as his hips swivel from right to left, and his gaze penetrates mine.
His tongue plunders my mouth, not allowing me to utter a sound.
The storm that has been brewing sweeps through me like a hurricane and wrecks every bit of control I hold onto as I shiver and come apart underneath him.
He growls and moans my name. “Charisma, aww fuck.”
It’s not long before he pulls out and shoots his cum all over me.
When he finishes, all I want is to curl underneath him, cuddle up, and go to sleep, but that will never happen. Ours isn’t a romance or love story. I can’t believe that the wall that I had built around my heart and body has crumbled after reuniting with Chaos like this.
He was the reason I put those barriers into place all those years ago, and it only takes him plundering my pussy for me to dismantle it. I am a damn fool for this man, a man who will only hurt me time after time again.
I jump up, grab my clothes, and run into the bathroom, locking the door behind me.