Curvy Girl Summer

Chapter 24

My heart thumped in my chest, and my mouth went dry. Taking his outstretched hand, I looked over at my friends, who were gawking at him as they took steps backward. The shocked smiles on their faces seemed to be the opposite of the stunned expression on my own. I didn’t know how I felt.

My heart was racing. My stomach was in knots. My hands were shaking. And my mind was spinning.

Refocusing my attention on the man who had just taken me into his arms, I allowed my mind to catch up with my body.

“You look… wow,” he said softly.

“Ahmad,” I breathed. “How… What are you doing here?”

“Happy birthday.” Pulling me in close, he leaned down. “I’m showing up for you the same way you showed up for me.”

A wave of emotion hit me, and my eyes pricked with tears. With my face buried in his neck, I inhaled deeply and took in his cologne.

He looked as good as he smelled.

Wearing a dark-green-and-black suit that seemed tailored for his muscular body, he looked good. The color didn’t just complement what I was wearing, it looked good against his toffee-colored skin. I felt his thick beard brush against my shoulder, and I immediately had a flashback to the way my juices had glistened on his beard twenty-four hours ago.

Fuck.

The throb between my thighs was intense as I allowed him to lead us around the dance floor. My nipples hardened, and I tried to keep my body close to his so no one would notice.

He moved skillfully, much like when he was behind the bar. He floated around, and I merely held on and enjoyed the ride. We didn’t say anything else the entire dance. We just existed in the moment together.

It felt good.

It felt right.

It felt overwhelming.

The song was starting to come to an end, and I swallowed hard. “Thank you.”

“You don’t have to thank me. You were there for me when I didn’t know I needed you. Did you think I wouldn’t be here for you?”

“I appreciate that, but you didn’t have to. I didn’t go to the hospital so you’d owe me. I…”

My tongue felt heavy, and my heart thudded as my sentence trailed off.

“Shout-out to Aaliyah, the birthday girl!” the DJ called out as the song came to an end.

“Can we talk?” Ahmad whispered against my ear.

I swallowed hard. “Not here.”

“And shout-out to the brother in green,” the DJ continued as we left the dance floor. “He was late, but he swooped in with style, didn’t he?”

“Then where?” Ahmad countered.

“Follow me.”

A popular song pulsed through the air while we made our way to the lake house. I had so many thoughts and feelings stirring within me that I didn’t even feel my feet damn near bleeding inside my shoe. But when I got inside, I immediately went to the staircase.

He shut the door, muting the music. The sound of the catering team cleaning made the house sound big and empty.

“You look incredible,” he complimented me again.

I took a breath. “Thank you.”

Holding on to the railing, I slipped out of my heels and into my flats.

The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I felt him close to me.

He cleared his throat, and I knew he had moved closer. “How has—”

“Why did you come?” I asked, keeping my back to him.

Wrapping his hand around my wrist, he turned me around. “Why did you leave?”

I opened my mouth and then closed it, unable to answer the question.

“I didn’t like the way things ended with us last night.” His thumb ran over my skin. “Talk to me.”

I didn’t want to have the conversation with him right then. We clearly weren’t on the same page, and I wasn’t trying to get into a big emotional argument on my big night. I’d just had my hair and makeup done for this occasion.

“I don’t know what to say,” I whispered. “It’s my birthday, and I’m not trying to get into a whole thing with you, Ahmad.”

“Just answer one question for me…” He searched my eyes and his fingers flexed against my wrist. “Was Asia right? Asia said you had feelings for me.”

“Of course she did,” I scoffed.

“And she said the reason I wasn’t feeling your date was because I had feelings for you.”

I swallowed hard. “O-okay.”

“So my—”

“Birthday girl!” my nosy cousin Mecca called out as she entered the lake house. Her smile grew as she eyeballed my arm still in Ahmad’s grasp. “You two looked good on the dance floor.” She turned her sights on Ahmad. “How long have you been with my cousin?”

I started to deny that we were in a relationship, but he spoke first.

“We started seeing each other at the beginning of summer,” Ahmad answered.

“Is it serious?” She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

“I can only speak for myself, but yeah.”

I looked up at him, surprised by his responses. My heart skipped a beat when I found him staring at me. I inhaled slowly, trying to steady myself.

This man…

“Well, I guess I’ll head to the bathroom and stop interrupting what you have going on.” Mecca giggled. “Go, cuz!”

Ripping my eyes from him, I watched her as she continued down the hall to one of the bathrooms. Seconds later, two others came in to go to the restroom. They headed down the hall, and as soon as they were out of earshot, Ahmad began again.

“Do you—?” he started to ask as my cousin came out the bathroom.

Shaking my head, I cut him off. “Not here,” I mumbled as I bent down and grabbed my heels. Ahmad followed me as I climbed the stairs. When we walked down the hall to my bedroom, I glanced over my shoulder at him. “My cousin will listen to our conversation and tell everyone. She’s great. I love her. But she’s nosy.”

“Understood,” he replied, removing his jacket and laying it over his forearm.

I opened the door, and he came in, closing it behind him.

“I still can’t believe you’re here,” I expressed.

I placed my shoes on the floor next to my luggage and then turned around.

Ahmad tossed his jacket on the chair near the door and slipped his hands in his pockets. As he made his way to the middle of the room, my eyes coasted up his body. When our eyes met, the air left my lungs. The intensity of his gaze caught me off guard.

“I can’t believe you left last night,” he countered quietly.

I took a step back and bumped into the wall. Allowing it to hold me upright, I closed my eyes and shook my head. “I can’t do this right now. It’s my birthday, and we’re in the middle of my party.” I pursed my lips. “Why are you here?”

“You said you needed a date for your birthday,” he explained.

“How did you know I didn’t have one?”

“I didn’t know for sure,” he admitted, running his hand over his beard. “But I had to make sure you were good.”

My stomach twisted. Shifting from one foot to the other, I broke eye contact. “Well, thank you.”

“I told you I got your back. By any means necessary.”

I gave a small nod. “You did say that.”

“And I meant it…” He took a couple of steps toward me. “I still mean it.” He paused. “But that’s not the only reason I came.”

I forced my eyes to meet his again, praying he didn’t see the emotion in them. “What’s the other reason?”

“Because you left. Because you’ve been ignoring the fuck out of me. Because I don’t have your number. Because I didn’t want to keep showing up at your place. Because of what happened last night.”

“Last night is not a true representation of who I am or how I get down.”

“But last night was real.”

Exhaling audibly, I felt exposed. It felt like if the conversation continued, I was going to say something I was going to regret. It felt like if I didn’t end the conversation right then, I was going to say too much.

Or worse, embarrass myself.

“I can’t do this right now. I have to get back to my party.” I made no attempt to move, but I wanted him to stop talking. “We can do this another time.”

“When?” he questioned me. He kept his voice low and steady, but there was a fire in his eyes. “Because I’m tired of going back and forth with you.”

“We’ve already talked. We aren’t on the same page. We don’t want…” I closed my eyes for a moment. “We’re in different spaces in our lives, and that’s okay. We don’t have to get into it. I respect what you have going on. What more is there to say?”

“Oh, I think there’s a lot more to say.” He licked his lips. “About the ring—”

“I forgave you for that lie of omission,” I interrupted. “I didn’t like being misled, but I understood the situation, and I respect where you are with that.” I glanced down at his hand and saw he wasn’t wearing it. “You are—where’s your ring?”

“I’ve only been wearing it when I bartend lately,” he answered softly.

My mouth snapped shut.

I was not expecting him to say that.

He licked his lips and took a step closer. “And last night… last night isn’t representative of how I get down either, but with you…” He shook his head slowly. “With you, it was different.”

“Different, huh?” I scoffed softly. “I don’t see how. I’m just the homie, right?”

He frowned. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Never mind.”

“No, what is that supposed to mean?” His voice demanded an answer.

“It means I’m just the homie. Isn’t that how you described me to your friends?” I burst out, feeling like the emotional dam was breaking. “And you didn’t fuck me because you thought I was different—you were jealous and didn’t want me giving my time and attention to someone else. You told me that you wear the ring because you’re not ready to be involved with anyone. You said you wanted to be friends. So, I don’t know what you’re trying to pull here—”

“Trying to pull?” He unbuttoned his shirt sleeves and forced them up. “What the fuck?”

“And last night, you could’ve just been jealous and looking for something to do—”

“If I was just looking for something to do, I would’ve kept condoms on me, ready and waiting for the opportunity. If I was just fucking you because I was jealous, I would’ve made a move after your second app date with ol’ boy with the wife. I’ve known I’ve wanted you since then.”

“And you didn’t say anything! Between not telling me you weren’t married and calling me your homie, it’s difficult for me to buy that you think this”—I gestured between us—“is something different. Something that you’re ready for.”

“You think I would try this hard to get you to talk to me if I didn’t think this was different? If I didn’t think you were different?”

If you were bored.

He took a step toward me. “You think I would risk my dad’s business to have sex with you in the back office if I didn’t think this was different?”

If you were horny.

He stepped forward again. “You think I would be here tonight if I didn’t think this was different?”

If you felt like you owed me for coming to the hospital.

He took another step. “You think I would buy this expensive-ass suit in your favorite color if I didn’t think this was different?”

I stilled. “You remembered my favorite color?”

“Yes.” He stopped a couple of feet in front of me and tilted his head slightly. “There’s not much I don’t remember about you.”

My heart beat so loud that I was sure he heard it, too.

“You said you’d answer one question for me,” he continued.

“What’s the question?” I wondered.

He didn’t say anything for a moment, and then he asked, “Do you have feelings for me?”

My automatic instinct was to deny what I felt. Even though I could feel the energy between us being reciprocated, and even though he alluded to his own feelings, it was hard for me to believe he felt something more than a physical connection between us. The sex was exquisite, so I understood the confusion. But the idea of me acknowledging my true feelings, while his feelings were based on how good the sex was, was laughable.

Not going to happen.

I opened my mouth to say no, but the word never formed. Instead, I shook my head.

He stepped into my personal space and searched my eyes. “No?”

Looking away, I clarified, “No.”

He was quiet for a moment. “I’m calling bullshit.” His voice lowered to just above a whisper as he placed his hands on the wall next to my head, caging me between his strong arms. “Look at me and say it.”

I swallowed hard and forced myself to look him in his eyes. I wanted to deny it. The combination of self-preservation and pride was a hell of a drug. I was never one to run away from my feelings. But at the same time, I never invested in lost causes either. In that moment, I couldn’t get my mouth to cooperate.

“It’s bullshit, isn’t it, Aaliyah?” His voice rolled over me like his touch did the night before, and I shivered. A ghost of a smile played at the corner of his lips. “Because you feel something between us, don’t you?”

My heart drummed in my chest as I tried to bottle up my emotions. With each passing second of his question hanging in the air, I felt everything threatening to erupt out of me. I knew I needed to put some distance between us if I wanted any chance of getting my feelings in check. But I couldn’t move.

Unfettered lust for Ahmad simmered inside of me, just under the surface, waiting to come roaring to the forefront. Overwhelming desire to feel Ahmad’s lips on mine again sent a chill down my spine. I was barely holding it together.

The room was thick with tension. I felt like I was going to suffocate as we stood there staring at one another, breathing each other in. His breaths were coming more rapidly as his face hovered over mine. My eyes dropped to his lips just as his tongue ran from one corner of his mouth to the other.

That was a bad idea.

I shook my head slightly, trying to force my feet to move. I needed to put some distance between us. If I didn’t, I knew I would end up saying too much, doing too much, feeling too much.

“Did you shake your head?” Ahmad brought his face closer, rubbing his nose against mine. “Haven’t we been through this? Why are you lying to me, Aaliyah?”

My lips parted as I felt his breath on my face.

“Do you know how I know you feel something between us?” he murmured, taking my breath away. He waited, stretching the already tense moment out. “I know you have feelings for me because I could taste it.”

I sucked in a sharp breath.

“I could taste it in your kiss,” he breathed, brushing his lips against mine. “I could taste it when you came on my face.”

I squeezed my thighs together and pressed my back against the wall. “Ahmad.”

“I can hear it in the way you say my name,” he continued. “I can see it in your eyes. But I knew for a fact when I felt the way you came on my dick.”

“I don’t…” My attempt at denying it was failing me as my feelings started to overtake me.

“You don’t what?” he challenged.

My lips parted, and short, shaky breaths escaped. I couldn’t answer him. I couldn’t do anything. It was taking more and more effort to restrain myself.

“We don’t want the same thing,” I said finally.

“What is it that you want?” he asked.

“I want the real thing.”

“And you don’t think I want something real?”

“I don’t think you want something real with me,” I choked out in barely a whisper.

Ahmad roughly forced me to look him in his eyes and pinned me with his body. “Something real with you is the only thing I want.”

I trembled in response. My hands instinctively fisted his shirt. I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to be pushing him away or drawing him closer. Either way, I was holding on to him. His closeness and his warmth hardened my nipples as they brushed against the satin of my dress, teasing me.

“Ahmad,” I murmured.

“Let me be very clear about something… I want you. This isn’t jealousy. This isn’t uncertainty. This isn’t a rebound. This isn’t anything but the fact that you walked into that bar and changed my fucking life.” His mouth moved over mine teasingly, seductively, and just when I was about to give in and kiss him back, he pulled away. “But I need you to tell me what you want,” Ahmad demanded.

Pulling away slightly, I peered up at him through my lashes. “You haven’t been clear.”

“How can I make it clearer?” Ahmad grunted before he let out a low, rumbling breath. “The fact that I’m here should make it clear. The fact that I drove up to damn near every lake house looking for you should make it clear.”

My eyes widened slightly, and my voice trembled. “You drove?”

He nodded. “I needed to get here, and I didn’t know exactly which house it was.”

“You drove?” I repeated.

His chest rose and fell. “For you, yes.”

“I thought…” I gaped at him.

“I had to do what I had to do. If there was another way, I would’ve found it. But it was for you. I wasn’t going to miss your birthday. I wasn’t going to let you be here without someone. And I wasn’t going to let last night be it. Aaliyah, I—shit!”

He swore, and his eyes closed as the palm of my hand applied pressure against the bulge in his pants. I rubbed him through the starched fabric that separated his skin from mine. My fingertips traced his erection, and from his facial expression, he could’ve exploded right at that moment.

“You did that for me,” I said more to myself than to him as I unzipped and unbuttoned his pants and reached inside. Wrapping my hand around his girth, I squeezed. “I can’t believe you did that for me.”

He sucked in a sharp breath and opened his eyes. “I’d do anything for you.”

His words caused desire to rip through my body.

I blinked up at him. “Anything?”

“Anything.” He kissed me softly. “I know you want this”—his hand covered mine as I continued stroking him—“and I know you want me. But until you tell me how you feel, I’m not making a move.”

Something tightened deep in my belly, and I let out a huff of air instead of the moan that was caught in my throat.

Unable to hold out any longer, I admitted it. “I want you.” Rising up onto my toes, I brushed my lips against his ear. “I want all of you.”

A deep, sexy groan rumbled from his throat. “Say it again,” he demanded, taking my hand from his pants.

“I want all of you,” I told him as he ran his fingertips down my neck, along my collarbone. When he got to my shoulders, he took the straps of the dress down with him. The satin material dragged along my skin, giving me a chill as my breasts were exposed. He tugged the formfitting garment down my body until it pooled at my feet. “I have feelings for you.” Tipping my head up, I locked eyes with him. “And not just because last night was the best sex I’d ever had.”

He licked his lips but said nothing.

“I want you, Ahmad.”

Without warning, he crashed his lips into mine, kissing me hard. He was rough, the force of the movement making me tremble with want. I felt his kiss all over my body, and I knew if I didn’t get some relief soon, I was going to explode.

“Tell me what you want,” Ahmad demanded.

Pulling away slightly, I peered up at him through my lashes. “I want you.”

“Tell me how you feel,” Ahmad grunted before he let out a low, rumbling breath.

“I want you the same way you want me,” I answered as I slid his pants and boxer briefs down and then cupped his balls.

He sucked in a sharp breath and opened his eyes. “I didn’t ask you to tell me what you wanted. I want to know what you feel.” He kissed me softly, restraining himself. “Tell me how you feel.”

I licked my lips, running my tongue from one corner of my mouth to the other, silently begging him to kiss me again. “I want to feel you inside of me.”

His chest rose and fell as if he were taking in my answer. “I can see it in your eyes, Aaliyah.”

My skin burned with anticipation as he leaned forward and trailed kisses down my neck. His fingers gripped my hips as he kissed his way to my breasts. Looking up at me as his nose nuzzled my hardened nipples, he smirked.

Biting down gently, he swirled his tongue around. I sucked in a sharp breath before sighing his name. I was already turned on from the way he kissed me, but when he suctioned his wet mouth around my nipple, I wasn’t just damp. I was soaking wet.

“Ahmad,” I moaned. “I feel—oh!”

My sentence was cut short by his finger sliding across my slit. The damp lace underwear was no match for how wet I’d gotten the material and how skilled Ahmad’s hands were. As he toyed with me, my head rocked back against the wall, and my eyes fluttered shut. Without warning, he slipped a finger past the lace and ran it over the length of my slit.

“All of this is for me?” he asked, finding his way inside me. He added another finger, and I almost came on contact. “You’re this wet for me, Aaliyah?”

“Yes, yes, yes, oh,” I panted. “Yes.”

He grunted his approval of the sounds he was pulling out of me before he covered my mouth with his own. His tongue played with mine as his fingers did the same.

I was in heaven.

“Shit,” Ahmad swore under his breath as he pulled out of the kiss and increased the pace of his fingers.

“I want to feel you. I want you inside me.”

I reached for his dick, but he grabbed my hand and held it against the wall.

“I’ve imagined how you look when you’re coming, and I missed it last night,” he uttered before kissing me. “I’m not going to miss it again. I need to see you… I need to see this pretty face as I’m playing with this pretty pussy. I need to see you come for me. I need it.” His rough tone combined with his gentle touch was causing a tingling sensation. “Are you gonna give it to me, Aaliyah? It sounds like it. Yeah, that’s it. Listen to how wet this pussy is. It sounds good. This pussy sounds so good. And all this juice is for me? I can’t wait to taste you again. I can’t wait to slide right in this pretty—that’s it.”

“Oh God!” I cried as the orgasm snuck up on me and caused me to buck against his hand.

“Yeah,” he grunted before his mouth covered mine hungrily.

I put my arms around his neck and deepened the kiss. Never taking his mouth from mine, he unbuttoned his shirt and stepped out of his pants. I thought he was bending down to move his pants out of the way, but he stooped down, grabbed my ass, and then lifted me without warning.

“Ahmad!” I gasped, clutching onto his neck. “You’re going to drop me.”

“I’m not going to drop you.” He moved across the room with surprising ease. His fingers dug into my ass as he traveled the short distance; carrying my two-hundred-plus-pound body didn’t seem to faze him at all. When we got to the bed, he met my gaze. “You doubted me. You should never doubt me.”

I touched his still-bandaged wound. “You’re going to hurt yourself even more. Is your arm okay?”

“My arm is good,” he assured me. “I’m good. You’re good. We’re good.”

I bit down on my bottom lip. “Ahmad, what are you doing?”

He ran his tongue from one corner of his mouth to another. “Making sure you know this is real.”

My gut twisted, and my heart pounded in my chest.

There was nothing and no one I’d ever wanted more than him in that moment. As he slid me down his muscular body, he placed me on the bed. With his dick hard and heavy at eye level, it was impossible to look anywhere else.

“Aaliyah,” he whispered as he stroked himself.

When I finally met his gaze, he looked as if he wanted to devour me.

“You know I want you,” he groaned.

Mesmerized, I watched his hand move over his thick eight inches. I nodded. “I want you, too,” I assured him.

I held his gaze as I slinked my way to the top of the bed. I made a show of removing my G-string. Keeping my eyes on him, I tossed it off the side of the bed. Running my hands over my breasts, I rolled my nipples between my fingers. Reclining against the stacks of pillows, I let my legs inch open. Propping myself up with one arm, I let my other hand move over my soft belly and stopped at the apex of my thighs.

“I think I made it really clear that I want you,” I reiterated.

Ahmad’s eyes were trained on my hand and the subtle movement of my fingers as he climbed on the bed.

My eyes closed in anticipation. I let my head sink deeper into the pillows, and I inhaled sharply. I could feel him staring at me as I played with myself. A moment of déjà vu gave me goose bumps as I flashed back to the fantasy I’d had weeks ago.

Remembering how hard I came then, combined with the reality of him watching me now, my teasing session turned into a real masturbation as I strummed my clit.

The thought of him filling me, stretching me, taking me the way he did the night before made me heady.

I moaned.

The second the sound escaped my lips, Ahmad was on top of me. Positioning himself between my legs, he parted my lips with his tongue, kissing me with a passion I’d never experienced before. My legs wrapped around him, pulling the fullness of his weight on top of me.

Breaking the kiss, he grabbed my hips and repositioned me at a tilt, spreading me open wider.

I licked my lips when I felt him pressed against me. My body was practically begging for him, but seconds passed, and he hadn’t pushed his way in. I opened my eyes to find him staring at me.

“Aaliyah…” Ahmad rubbed his dick in my wetness before moving it over my throbbing clit.

Closing my eyes again, I exhaled roughly. Excitement rippled through me. “Yes.”

“Tell me what you want.” The sexy grit in his tone gave me chills. “What do you want from me?”

“I want you to fuck me. I want you to stretch me out.” I rotated my hips. “I want you to make me come on your—oh, shit,” I cried out as I felt him push the tip in me.

“Look at me.”

I tried to focus on him, and as soon as I did, I felt myself become wetter. I watched him, sexy and determined as he took me in. Groaning, he ran his hands up and down my thighs as we stared at each other. His fingers dug into the meatiness of my legs as he set me in position.

“When I said that I want you, I didn’t just mean because you’re sexy as hell and your pussy is perfect,” he told me just as he gave me another inch of dick. “I mean… I do want your perfect pussy. I want your beautiful body. I want to watch you come over and over again. Can I have that? Can I have what I want?”

“Yes,” I panted, hoping my gyrations would give me more.

He put his hands on my hips and held me in place. “But I also want your conversation. I want your mind. I want your heart.” He gave me another inch. “Can I have that?”

My eyes started to roll back in sheer ecstasy. “Yessssssssssssssss.”

“So I’m going to ask you again… what do you want from me?”

Seeing the sincerity in his eyes, hearing the genuineness in his tone, and feeling the earnestness in his touch, I was wide open for him. My body was still buzzing. My erogenous zones were on fire. My heart was beating wildly. A thin sheen of sweat was on my brow. But my soul felt peace.

“I want you,” I answered honestly. “I want all of you. I want to be with you.”

“That’s what I’ve been waiting to hear,” he growled. His voice was louder, clearer, and full of want.

My head tilted back, and I cried out again as he applied more pressure. “God, yes…”

“Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear that from you?” he uttered as his grip tightened on my hips. I could hear and feel his restraint as he gave me one more inch.

I let out a muffled grunt as I struggled to maintain eye contact. “No.”

“Weeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeks.” His voice broke sexily as he inched his way in. “God, you… are so… fucking… wet. This pussy… Fuck.” With each inch, he filled me, stretching me out deliciously. “I love how perfect your pussy is.”

I moaned in response.

He leaned forward, and his tongue played with mine. He broke the kiss only to watch my reaction to his touch. I sucked in a sharp breath as his hands slid from my hips to my aching nipples. He rocked into me, and a fresh wave of chills ran down my spine as we adjusted to the tight fit.

Staring into my eyes, he started slow stroking me at first. We both let out a strained moan as we settled into our groove. He leaned forward again, but this time, he kissed me softly.

Working himself as deep as he could go, he held the position. “Are you mine, Aaliyah?”

“Yes.” My answer came out in a short, hot burst.

“Is this body mine, Aaliyah?”

“Yes.”

“Is this pussy mine?” Ahmad asked.

The feeling of fullness felt so good that I almost forgot to answer him. “Yessssssssss,” I cried.

Our faces were close, and I felt a flurry of emotions. I clenched around him.

“Shit,” he growled. “You like that, huh? Say it. Say the words.”

“This pussy is yours.”

He somehow felt like he got bigger, wider, deeper. “I love hearing you say that.” His lips met mine and when he pulled away, he whispered, “You’re going to let me take care of it?”

“Yes,” I panted.

“Tell me again,” he demanded, pulling almost all the way out and then working his way back in.

“This pussy is yours.”

The low, guttural groan he let out curled my toes.

I loved the feeling he gave me, and I loved watching his face twist in pleasure. My lips parted and a sound that was part moan, part cry, escaped.

My feelings for him combined with the yearning in my body, and I felt exposed—in the best way.

I didn’t try to hide it. I didn’t want to hide it. I wanted him to see me, all of me.

And he did.

I felt it, and I knew he felt it, too.

It wasn’t just his dick rubbing against my walls; it was his soul rubbing up against my soul.

With each stroke, I felt closer to him, connected with him. With each stroke, I felt like I was falling in love with him.

My heart thudded in my chest and knots coiled in my belly as the accidental thought entered my mind. His dick moved in and out of me with precision, holding the thought in place for a minute longer than necessary. Each time he bumped into my cervix, he tapped into something spiritual within me. He was making me think about a future with him. He was forcing me to fall for him. He was rushing me to orgasm.

Everything was moving fast.

As if something snapped inside both of us, he pushed my legs as far back as they could comfortably go, and he lifted my hips before he started ramming into me. To heighten my pleasure, he toyed with my aching clit, causing me to whimper.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” he uttered so softly I had to read his lips. “I want to know everything you like so I can take care of this pussy. Because it’s mine.”

“Yes, yes, it’s yours. All yours,” I panted.

It was so hard not to come when the most distinct pleasure was pulsating through my body.

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s it, baby. I want you to come for me. I want you to milk my dick as you get yours, baby. I want to feel you come. I want to see it and feel it. I want all of it. You good with that?”

His voice was low, gruff, sexy as hell.

I breathed heavily, unable to answer.

“You good with that, Aaliyah?” He brought his free hand to my nipple and pinched, causing a new sensation and a new wave of heat to course through my veins.

I nodded. “Y-yeah.” I was breathing heavily and starting to lose it.

He stared into my eyes for a beat too long. “I can feel how bad you want to give it to me,” he uttered thickly.

“Oh God,” I groaned loudly.

My eyes fluttered closed as each moan grew louder than the one before it. I clawed at his arms as he pounded into me over and over again. I felt so full as he touched spots I’d forgotten existed. I was at my breaking point, but it was his voice that pushed me over the edge.

“Let me feel it, Aaliyah,” he begged, using long, deep strokes to make sure no part of me went without being massaged. “Give it to me.”

“Oh, shit… Oh—I—oh God,” I began, unable to get the words out as I worked my hips harder, meeting him thrust for thrust.

When I hit the point of no return, I started bucking, lifting off the bed.

“Let me—oh, shit,” he groaned as I started to shake.

I had no control of my pulsating body as I gave in to the ultimate pleasure. My mouth opened, yet no sound came out as I succumbed to my orgasm.

Hearing his deep guttural moans spurred me on as I gave him full ownership of my body. His impending orgasm extended mine as we thrust into each other with reckless abandon. Each stroke more intense than the last. Feeling him lose control was it for me. I had an IUD in place, so I wasn’t worried about him coming inside me. But feeling his restraint wane and him succumbing to desire made me crave it. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him in deep and held him in place.

“Come inside me,” I panted.

“Aaliyah,” he grunted, his body becoming rigid. “Fuck!”

A second round of that tension that had been building released from deep in my core and spread throughout the rest of my body. I feverishly gyrated against him as we climaxed together.

I experienced the most intense back-to-back orgasms I’d ever had.

Our heavy, satiated breathing filled the room as our bodies came down from the high we were riding. Collapsing beside me, Ahmad lay in sated silence for a few minutes before pulling out.

“When I started to realize I felt something for you, we’d already established our friendship, so I was willing to fall back and help you get what you wanted. You said you were happy, and that’s what I wanted… for you to be happy. Now that I know what’s between us is real, I’m not willing to let you go.” He paused, pulling me closer and pressing his lips against my shoulder. “You said your body was mine. But is your heart mine?” he asked quietly.

Turning to face him, I stared into his eyes and felt nothing but affection, desire, and peace.

“Yes,” I whispered.