10 – JABARI
The moment I opened the door to our suite at the Four Seasons hotel, Camilla connected her body to mine in a locked hug and a sensual, passionate kiss.
There was no need to ask if she was truly ready, because she showed me in every way. The way she wrapped one leg behind mine, how she locked her arms around my neck, the way she claimed my lips, and the sexy moans she released from her lips all spoke to her desire for me.
They also served to weaken my resolve to be gentle with her.
She had me wanting to break every barrier and limit with her, but I also didn’t want to run her away.
As open to our intimacy as she seemed to be, and as in control of her sexuality as she was, there was still something hesitant that I detected in her, and I wasn’t sure what it was.
I wanted to crumble her resolve and have her in a pool of wetness at my feet, bound and tied up, hungering, and begging for more. I wanted her without any control and completely at my will.
When we broke the kiss, I gripped her by her neck and stared into her russet eyes.
“Are you sure you don’t want a drink first?”
“You don’t have to prep the moment for me to do what I wanted to do anyway, Jabari,” she remarked in a seductive and throaty voice.
I pulled her closer and kissed her even more sensually this time, in a wet, loud kiss. Camilla pulled back. Her chest heaved, and her eyes were heavy with lust. When she spoke, her voice was slightly raspy and held a bit of a tremble. “I’ll be back; I need to use the restroom.”
I released her and watched as she walked to the restroom.
I turned on the sound system, poured myself a glass of bourbon, took a seat in the large armchair, and opened the humidor to prep a cigar.
It took her a while to return, and while I briefly wondered what she had been doing, I disregarded it and crooked a finger at her.
Rihanna’s song “Skin” was playing on the system, and Camilla’s hips rocked seductively to the heavy beat.
“Perform for me,” I ordered.
“What am I? Your entertainment?”
“Tonight—yes,” I replied with my teeth clenched around the cigar as I lightly twirled the glass of bourbon in my hand.
She narrowed her gaze seductively at me and slowly stripped to the beat.
I didn’t miss a move. I loved the way the peach lace bra barely held her rounded handfuls of breasts and how the matching thong sat low on her hips.
She danced and turned her back to me so that I could see the jiggle of her ass.
Camilla bent down and grabbed her ankles, and her ass and flesh parted, giving me the perfect view of her pretty pink flesh. My dick hardened in my trousers, but I refused to give myself any relief. My eyes closed briefly but immediately opened as she turned around to entertain me more.
By the time her bra fell to the floor and her hands were on her thong, I was no longer seated in my chair. I had put out the cigar, but I still held the glass of bourbon in my hand.
I stood toe-to-toe with her the moment her thong dropped to her ankles. I gripped her neck, sniffed her essence, and dropped my gaze to her plump lips that were juicy and moist.
“You fucking want me.” My voice was low and dangerous.
“Yes, I do,” she replied breathlessly.
“I can smell it on you.”
I covered her mouth before she could respond, and I licked around inside of it. Camilla’s hands gripped my shirt and freed the first few buttons. My free hand was all over her body, fingering her nipples, caressing her hips, sliding over her abdomen, and fucking her pussy.
“Jabari.” She moaned as her legs parted for me.
I slid my fingers easily in and out of her essence, loving the sound that her wet flesh made when my fingers invaded it.
When I finally pulled them out, it was so that I could tip her head back.
“Open,” I commanded. When she parted her lips, I poured some of my bourbon into my mouth.
She swallowed and stared hungrily into my eyes.
“Good girl.”
I sucked her lips as I slid my fingers into her pussy again. Just before she came, I pulled back and took a few steps away from her.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged.
I seared her with my gaze before I walked in circles around her and took her in from head to toe.
She watched my move before she remarked, “I’m not cattle, Jabari.”
“No, but I’m gonna consume you like a piece of Wagyu beef. Before I do, I want to make sure that I appreciate every part of you, including the visual before I taste, tease, and torture you.”
She lifted an eyebrow, but she didn’t challenge me, and I loved that. I wasn’t up for the games that some people played when it came to kinky sex. I wasn’t really on a head trip either. You either like it, or you didn’t, and I loved everything kinky about my sex.
I set the glass on the table beside us before I grabbed Camilla by the throat and tongued her down.
She moaned and finished unbuttoning the rest of my buttons on my shirt.
I slid my hand between her thighs and pleasured her so much that she finally came on my fingers.
I watched in fascination as her nipples seemed to tighten and pebbled even harder, and she struggled with her breathing before she crumpled before me.
I pushed her body back up and pinned her against the wall to prevent her from collapsing. I held my fingers to her lips.
“You want me to taste them?”
“If you won’t eat the meal, why should I?”
She eagerly sucked my fingers clean before I plunged them inside of her again to scoop more nectar.
This time, she watched me feed myself and feast on her sweet essence.
Her breathing grew heavy, and I could tell that she was being turned on again just by watching me suck her juices from my fingers.
I knelt before her. With one of her legs draped over my shoulder, I fastened my mouth to her flesh and greedily feasted on the meal I had hungered for all day.
The meal we had earlier of veal, roasted potatoes, artichoke hearts, and corn before we visited the gardens paled in comparison to her taste.
I savored her tangy flavor, and I could tell what she’d been doing in the bathroom.
She tasted like a strawberry-vanilla mix, and I knew she’d washed up in anticipation of what I might do to her.
Camilla ground her hips and held my head in place. I gripped her hips and held her still so that I could indulge in her the way I wanted to. My tongue prodded deeper into her and slid across her walls. Her honey oozed onto my tongue, and she slid down the wall.
She was sleek and smooth, and her body was responsive to everything that I did. Camilla was vocal, and I wondered if she would be that same way in bed. I couldn’t wait to find out.
When she came again, I stood and carried her to the shower. We had exchanged the status of our STI report, and we were both clean.
“You’re involved with someone else?” I asked, kissing her.
“No. Yes. No.”
“Which one is it?” I asked.
“I’m not, but my ex returned, and we had a night.”
“Since I’ve been with you?”
“No. Before I met you.”
“You didn’t use protection with him?”
“I did, but the condom broke. I had a scare, and I went to check myself for STDs and pregnancy just to make sure that everything was okay. I’m clean; you know that.”
“What about him?” I asked as I stripped my clothes.
“What about him?” she repeated. She wrapped her arms around herself as she stood underneath the shower.
“Is he still in the picture?”
“No. Why?”
“I don’t share, Camilla.”
“Are you saying you want to be exclusive?”
“I’m saying that I don’t share.”
“Neither do I,” she whispered.
I smirked but didn’t respond as I stepped into the shower with her. I knew she had been married, and I also knew that she’d recently been divorced. It wasn’t finalized until a week after I’d first seen her. I wasn’t sure what the story was, but I would let her tell me in time.
I lifted her leg and wrapped it around my waist. With my hand around her throat, I stared into her eyes and entered her sanctity. She closed her walls around me, and she sighed with contentment as though she had been waiting for the moment.
Camilla was soft, and her walls were tight. She was just what I needed. It had been a while because I was selective about who I took as a lover, and those were only the women at the clubs.
“God, you feel so perfect,” I whispered against her lips.
She cried out, “This is what I need. You’re what I need, Jabari.”
She was what I needed, but I wasn’t ready to show her what she had gotten into—not yet.