Chapter 11 #2
And I was right. Because a second later, he asked how I’d been.
I wondered what was going through his mind to make him check up on me again.
He’d already done that in the car. I wondered if my actions were as erratic as they felt for me, for him.
Because they were pretty erratic. I was just pissed at him.
Stormed out of his office and everything and now look at me…
swaying on a barstool at his spot, after saying things had to stay professional.
My actions were pretty questionable. In a way that would make anybody question how I’d been. Regardless, I hated that question.
I giggled, opened my eyes, and took a sip of my drink. “Why?”
“What you mean why? Because I want to know.”
“I told you I was smooth already,” I reminded him. “Why ask again?”
“Because I don’t believe you.”
“You never believe me.” I responded, avoiding the question, by standing to dance, my feet sliding against the cool hardwood floors with every sway of my hips.
He wouldn’t stop watching me. He never stopped watching me. But like I said, his eyes on me tonight were a little too heavy. Unsettling. Especially since he’d asked me that fucking question. What was it with him and wanting to know how I was. How was that important?
“So, stop asking me,” I said, steady swaying, drink in hand. “If you’re not going to believe me anyway… don’t ask.”
“Be honest. And I will stop,” sounding closer.
His energy engulfed me. Filled me up. It was as always, heavy and daunting in a way that made me want to both shy away and overdose on it.
I kept my eyes closed. Afraid to see where he stood.
Afraid that if I opened my eyes and he was standing right in front of me that I would end up throwing my arms around his neck, going in for a kiss.
A kiss I needed. To switch gears and to both shut him the hell up.
I didn’t want to talk about how I was doing. I wanted to fuck. Simple.
That’s what I needed.
Something to make me feel good.
Something to make me forget.
You know… about everything I was faced with. So, what if that something would only be short lived. Liked the liquor in my veins and the THC flowing through my system.
Hands on my waist prompted me to open my eyes. When I did, I exhaled and leaned in closer. God, he smelled good. God, he felt good. Instead of going in for a kiss like I thought I would, I wrapped my arms around his neck and laid my head on his chest.
“Aight, look… I won’t ask again,” he said against my ear.
“Good. I don’t want to talk,” I whispered, closing my eyes again. “Especially not about how I feel.”
His hands traveled from my waist to the roundness of my ass, and I tightened my arms around his neck.
He leaned down and buried his head into the side of my neck, his soft lips brushing up against the thin skin there.
Mmmh. This was what I needed. A strong pair of arms around me and warm breath against my neck.
With my arms around his neck, I swayed. And he swayed with me. In the middle of his kitchen, we swayed to SZA singing about being the side chick while technically, he was a side nigga. I wondered how he felt about that. I wondered if he thought about it at all.
Swaying with Crescent felt like moving on clouds.
I felt miles away from earth. Soaring in the sky.
Could have been the concoction of things moving through my system, yeah.
But I was sure it was him. Sure of it because I’d drank before.
I’d done edibles before. Together. And never had either of those things made me feel the way I felt in that moment.
As crazy as it might’ve sounded, Crescent felt like…
home. He felt like… safety. Like… a warm bed on a cold, cold night after a rough day at work.
“Hmm,” I cooed, as he softly gripped my ass cheeks and kissed me on the side of my neck.
“I missed the fuck out of us,” he mumbled.
I stroked the back of his neck. “What did you miss?” I challenged.
“Everything,” he simply responded, backing me up in the direction of the wall behind me. Before we could get too far from the counter, I sat my glass down with a giggle.
When we made it to that wall, he pulled away a little, and I did too.
We were face to face. Didn’t take long for our lips to meet.
It was slow. Unrushed but full of hunger.
I felt it in the moans that fell from his lips, onto mine.
I felt it in the way he caressed me. Not just my ass.
All of me. His hands went from the roundness of my cheeks to my waist, to my back, to my arms, and then finally to my face.
I closed my eyes while we kissed. He urged me to open them.
Told me to. I listened. As intense as it was to stare into his eyes while we kissed, I did it. My heart racing against his chest.
“I missed us too,” I said through kisses. “I missed us so much.”
I did.
I didn’t realize how much I missed him until we were together. Hadn’t had time to think about it otherwise. Life was suffocating. But with a little time to breathe, I remembered. Remembered what it was like to be with him. Near him. Talking to him.
We kissed against the wall for a while, making out like teenagers who couldn’t keep their hands off one another, before we moved to the living room to the massive black sectional.
He sat down. I straddled him. Within seconds, my arms were out of my jumpsuit, and he was pulling it down, freeing my titties from my bra.
I let him. I’d let Crescent do anything to me.
Whatever he wanted. If it meant feeling like this, I would.
Delicately, he gripped my breasts and placed soft kisses on each one of my nipples.
I gripped the back of his neck and threw my head back, putting my eyes to the ceiling.
Thank God. I know… crazy right? Insane to thank God while I was in the middle of committing adultery again.
Did this even count as adultery though? Yeah, I guess.
But I knew one thing for sure, it didn’t matter. It didn’t matter at all.
Crescent swiped his tongue from one nipple to the other back and forth. I could feel his dick harden. Slowly, I moved back and forth over it. Softly, he bit down on one of my nipples and tugged on it. I hissed and told him to bite harder. He was a little reluctant, but he listened anyway.
“Harder,” I moaned, moving my hips faster, damn near on the brink of cumming. “Mmhmm. Just. Like. That.”
He wrapped his arms around my body, holding me tighter, and grunted into my titties.
A second later, he flipped me over on my back, laying me down on the couch.
Hurriedly, I came out of my jumpsuit and underwear, while he undid this shirt, slipped out of it and did the same with his pants.
My mouth salivated at the sight of his long, thick dick pressing up against the thin fabric of his boxer briefs.
When he came out of them, I moaned and touched my nipples, arching my back, hungry for what he was about to give me.
Crescent got on top of me and went back to attacking my titties.
Slowly, he made a trail of wet kisses from them down between my legs where he parted them.
Before placing his lips on my pussy, he laid there, admiring it.
He separated the folds, grunted, and licked his lips, just…
staring at it. I tilted my hips, urging him to put his mouth on it.
He did. After a couple more seconds of staring. Once he did, I let out a sensual moan.
He feasted on me for what felt like an eternity. My knees buckled repeatedly and I came countless times. Do you think he let up at all? Think he shied away when I came? When I apologized for squirting? Absolutely not. He kept at it. Aggressively. Relentlessly. Moaning and groaning whenever I came.
After the last time I came, I sat up, ready to return the favor. My mouth literally salivated with anticipation. But he stopped me, delicately pushing me back down onto the couch. He mounted me, sliding into me, immediately hitting the bottom of my pussy. I gasped and wrapped my arms around him.
With the sound of an old Avant and Keke Wyatt song playing in the background, we made love.
Slow and sensual. Unrushed and full of emotion.
So much emotion that every time he slid in deeper, I felt tingles shooting through my fingertips.
I whirled my hips, matching the tempo of his strokes, as I caressed the back of his neck.
Our eyes met and behind his I saw so much passion.
I wondered if he could see the same thing behind mine.
After a couple of seconds of staring into what felt like each other’s souls, Crescent leaned down and buried his head into the side of my neck, sliding deeper into me.
“You feel fuckin’ amazin,” He muttered, gripping the back of my thigh, pushing my legs further open. “All of you. Everything about you. Don’t keep this pussy from me again.” He pushed deeper. “You hear me?”
“Mmmh. I hear you.”
“Don’t keep any part of you away from me. You mine,” He said. “I don’t give a fuck about nothin else.”
I knew what he meant. I could read between the lines.
He said, regardless of the ring… regardless of my last name.
. I belonged to him and in the moment, it felt that way.
Like Crescent was mine, and I was his. With his dick buried deep inside of me, we felt as one.
We were. Connected. But on a spiritual level, it felt like our souls were intertwining and we were truly becoming one, the way we moved in sync.
“I’m about to…” I moaned, “Oh God…”
“Mmhmm. Good girl… wet this dick up,” he said, before kissing the side of my face. “Let it go, baby.”
I listened.
I was a good girl.