Chapter 18 William
Kit pressed against me. Her dark eyes gazing back at mine in the mirror.
I watched as Kit’s hand slowly rolled down her body until she reached her center.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I watched as her fingertip gently traced her crease.
I wanted so badly to touch her there and feel how smooth was, but I had dreamt of watching Kit.
Kit gasped a little and gave a satisfied sigh as she pressed her fingertip against her pleasure point.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her hands. She pitched back against my chest as her hand started to move in slow, small circles.
I felt Kit’s chest rise and fall as her breathing changed from gentle sighs to more ragged moans.
Kit braced herself against my thigh with one hand, parting her legs slightly to let her fingers move deeper and faster.
She pressed against my growing erection as she rolled her hips and pressed against her fingers.
“You’re so sexy, Kit,” I whispered in her ears.
I pinched the tan buds on the tip of her breast until she closed her eyes and cried out for more, her hand moving faster.
“Seeing you like this is driving me crazy. Will you come for me?” I practically growled in her ear.
She frantically nodded. I squeezed her nipples again as I watched her fingers work against her swollen clit.
Her ass was now pressing directly into my erection, and her rhythmic rocking against me felt so good.
Kit turned around so that she was facing me. She stopped me from closing in on her by gently pushing her wet fingertips against my lips. I stepped back as I tasted her excitement. She pushed past me to the bed.
In a quiet whisper, she said, “I want you to see what I look like when I fantasize about you.”
Kit moved to the center of the bed and slowly spread her legs.
I had never wanted someone more. Without looking away, Kit slowly started circling her clit again, but this time, I had a full view of her.
She licked her lips and pinched her nipples as she moved against her own hand.
Her eyes met mine, and she said, “I thought about you after we spent Christmas together and again on New Year’s Eve. ”
I nodded. “I know, baby. Tell me what you wanted.”
And she did. Between gasps and moans as she touched herself, she told me how she wanted me, what she longed for.
I couldn’t take my eyes off her fingers as they moved around her pleasure point.
I loved how her hips moved against her hand.
My eyes moved up to her perfect breast, then to her beautiful face twisted with pleasure.
I commanded her, “Come for me, Kit. I want to see you make yourself come.”
Kit locked eyes with me and nodded. She slowly shifted her weight and rolled onto her stomach.
She spread her legs and slid one hand beneath her so that she could continue to play with her clit but now with more pressure.
Seeing this view of Kit’s beautiful body made me so hard that I had to stroke myself through my pants as I watched her hips circle in a slow rhythm.
She lifted slightly onto her knees so I could see her fingers working against her clit, bending in a way looked like she was beckoning me to her.
Kit’s body tensed, then relaxed. I looked down at her swollen, wet crease and imagined how good she felt.
She gasped, “I’m coming.” She threw her head back and cried out. She turned and looked over her shoulder at me as she pushed herself up, so that she was on all fours, and in a whisper begged, “William, please I want you.”
I quickly moved to the nightstand to get a condom.
Then I moved to the center of the bed so that I was behind her, placing one of my hands on her hips.
Kit looked over her shoulder at me. She started caressing her pussy again.
I could tell by how easily her fingers glided that she was ready for me.
As soon as I had the condom on, Kit pressed her ass against me.
She reached between her legs and guided me to her slick, wet entrance. ?
Kit turned and pleaded, “Fuck me, William. Please.”
I had no restraint left. I grabbed Kit’s waist with both hands and let my fingers sink into her juicy hips.
I pushed into her with a full thrust. Kit cried out for more, and I moved against her repeatedly until we found a rhythm that was faster and harder than we’d ever done before.
Kit moaned, her back arching. I moved my hand from her hip to her shoulder, then to her hair.
I pulled Kit’s head back so that I could see her perfect, beautiful face.
I could see the need in her eyes, and I demanded, “Come on me, Kit. You're mine. Come on me.”
She gasped, and I felt the spasms. I released her hair and held her hips, pressing deeper inside her as she clenched around me, over and over again, giving me just what I needed to finish with her. ?
We collapsed onto the bed. She was on her stomach, and I was on top of her.
I wanted to cover every inch of her. I softly kissed her cheek, then the spot on her neck just behind her ear.
I slid my hands beneath her so that I could feel her breasts and said, “I have never seen anything so beautiful and sexy in my life.”
We lay in bed for a while holding each other and kissing.
Until finally, Kit and I got up to get ready for dinner.
We got into the shower together. I quickly washed my body then hers.
I watched the water create rippling streams over Kit’s body.
I made a soapy lather between my hands and rubbed her body.
She pressed her back against me and practically hummed as my hands slipped over her breast and between her legs.
Kit let me bring her to climax again, then turned and kissed me deeply.
I loved the feeling of her wet body against mine. I dutifully rinsed the suds off her.
“I’m loving how attentive you’re being.” Kit smiled at me and then asked, “But what time is our dinner reservation? Do I have time to wash my hair?”
I’ve come to learn that Kit’s curly hair care routine can take five minutes or five hours, depending on if she washes it—and that it’s best not to make suggestions unless I want a lengthy university-style lecture on curl care. I stepped out of the shower and dried off.
“Our reservation is in an hour, but I can change it. We can go tomorrow. That way you can take your time getting ready,” I suggested. “Maybe we could do something a little more casual tonight?”
Kit turned the water off and peaked around the glass shower wall. I handed her a towel. She was frowning. “I’m sorry. Did I cause us to miss our reservation?”
I laughed and watched as Kit tucked the towel into itself.
“Kit, you just fulfilled my favorite fantasy. It’s a helluva reason to miss the reservation!
No reason to apologize. I’ll just reschedule it for tomorrow if I can.
And if I can't, there are plenty of amazing places I can take you in Atlanta.” I kissed her forehead.
“But for tonight, let’s just go out and see where the night takes us. ”
I changed into a pair of shorts, a T-shirt, and some Jordan 1 lows. I sat on the sofa in the suite living room and clicked on the tv to see if the NBA semifinals were on.
“Ready to go?” Kit asked, appearing in the bedroom doorway.
I looked up. She was wearing a purple sundress with a pair of low-top Converse sneakers.
Her hair was pulled back in a low braid with a few loose curls around her face, like the first day I met her.
I felt a now familiar warmth in my chest.
After heading down to the lobby, I called an uber. I gave the uber the address. Kit scooted in behind me and sat a little closer than necessary, which I loved.
“Where are we headed?” Kit asked.
“There’s an art gallery I want to check-out,” I told Kit. “It’s a building in our portfolio. I heard about the gallery, and I thought it might be something you’d like.”
“Your portfolio. Sounds so fancy. An art gallery, too?” Kit’s eyes lit up.
“I spent so much time visiting art galleries growing up. My mom, obviously, loved to visit galleries when we traveled, but really it was my dad who took me to the most galleries as a kid. Anytime we were in a new city, he’d take me to a museum or art gallery.
I think that’s how I became interested in archives, which, in a way, led me to my love of libraries. ”
“That’s really cool,” I said. I loved the way her face lit up when she told stories. “So, you like art galleries, then?”
“Oh yeah,” Kit grinned. “I never have a bad time at a gallery. If the art is good, then it’s an enjoyable visit because I got to see good art. But if the art is bad…” Kit laughed. “Well, sometimes that’s even more enjoyable.”
As we drove through Atlanta, I pointed out buildings that were part of projects that I had worked on. The car took us through the West End of Atlanta. I pointed out a red brick building as we passed. “This is where my dad went to college.”
“Oh, this is where your parents met?” Kit said looking out the window at the college buildings.
I smiled. It felt nice for someone to know a little about my family’s story. “Yeah, this whole area of Atlanta is rapidly changing,” I said as we passed by a new mixed-use development.
“Do you think the changes are good?” Kit asked. I could see her eyes scanning the buildings behind me as the car made its way to our destination.
“Only sometimes,” I admitted. “Neighborhoods change over generations. That’s just part of how communities work, but the change isn’t always positive.
For a neighborhood like this one, with so much history, I think it’s important for the right people to be part of the redevelopment and revitalization of the area. Otherwise, it’s just gentrification.”
I thought I noted a glimmer of relief in Kit’s expression. “You seem to know a lot about urban development.”
“It’s kind of what I’m known for,” I said. “I built my career on redeveloping cities.”
“How’d you end up in Creekstone?” Kit asked, her brows pushing together.
I sighed. “The company answer is that we have a lot invested in the redevelopment of the regional hospital and all the surrounding areas, and Creekstone is part of that. But the real answer is that my boss, Braithway, wanted me to prove I could do more than these urban development deals.”
Kit looked as if she was considering what I’d said. She asked, “Do you miss living in the city?”
"I love cities, but I’ve found Creekstone to be surprisingly good in so many ways.” I put my hand on her leg and smiled at her. She smiled back, and it may have been wishful thinking, but I sensed a bit of relief wash over Kit.
Then the Uber driver pulled up to a row of warehouses. I thanked him as we got out and made sure to tip on the app. Kit walked around the car and looked at me a bit puzzled.
“Have you been here before?” I asked.
She shook her head. ?
“Welcome to The Candler Warehouse,” I said. “It’s an industrial park housing various artist collectives and galleries. At night, the galleries have parties and food trucks pull up.”
“How fun!” Kit said. “I love all these things! Art. Parties. And food trucks!”
“I thought you might,” I said with a chuckle. “I wanted to check out this one gallery before it closes for the night. Then we can eat.” I looked up at the unit numbers above the doors as we walked.
We walked past several gallery fronts that had closed before I found the right one. “It’s just over here.”
The lights were still on. I opened the door for Kit so that she walked in before me.
I could feel myself getting nervous. I had planned this gallery visit for Kit, and I wasn’t sure if she’d like it or not.
Suddenly, I felt an uneasiness in my stomach and worried this might be too much.
Kit must have noticed because she reached for my hand and said, “What’s wrong? You look nervous.”
“It’s nothing. I guess I’m just nervous you won’t like this,” I confessed.
“I’m sure I’ll love it. This is such a cool space.” Kit squeezed my hand as we walked into the gallery.