Chapter 27
All I could think about was that kiss between Solei and me. I could tell that her body was yearning for me. The way she ran off had me worried about her. I thought about going in there to check on her, to make sure that she was alright.
Since she caught me in the rain, I came in and took a hot shower.
My dick was rock hard after we kissed, so I had to rub that shit out while I was in there.
It was dinner time, and Solei hadn’t made it to the table.
She started eating with me, but I think now she was dodging me because she didn’t want to admit that she was actually falling for me.
Shit didn’t even take sixty days either.
The chair scraped across the floor as I pushed back from the table and grabbed my plate. When I entered the kitchen, I saw Solei standing in there with a glass of water in her hand, with a facial mask covering her face.
“How come you didn’t come to dinner?”
Her eyes followed me to the sink.
“I wasn’t hungry,” was her response.
I placed the plate in the sink and turned to her. Solei backed into the island.
“What are you running for?”
“I’m not running,” she replied, which was a lie. She couldn’t move because she was pinned between me and the island.
“You scared?”
“Scared of what?”
“Of what you feel.”
Her breathing labored. “You got food in your beard.” Turning, she slid the cup onto the counter. “Come here.” Taking me by the hand, she led me out the kitchen and into her bedroom. We didn’t stop ’til we entered the bathroom. “Sit down.” She nodded toward the tub, and I sat on the edge of it.
I observed her as she looked through the cabinets to find whatever she was searching for. “When’s the last time you had a facial?”
“When I got my hair cut.”
“I mean a real facial. I don’t think they be knowing what they be doing for real,” she replied and turned around with all sorts of shit in her hands. She set the stuff down on the side of the tub where I sat. The first thing she did was apply a cleanser to my face and then used a brush to scrub it.
I gazed up at her, and she was all focused on what she was doing, standing there in one of my T-shirts that I’d left in her bedroom before I moved all her stuff inside it.
I’d been using that room for storage before she came.
I guess she took it upon herself to go through a couple of boxes that were left in the closet.
My hands firmly gripped her waist, and her body stiffened. She looked down at me before continuing to clean my face. Once she was done, she moved down to my beard, gently massaging the shampoo into it. I’d never had a woman do something like this for me before.
Normally, all women wanted was to know what I could do for them.
How much money I made. When I was gon’ be spending said money on them.
Ma hated every woman I’d ever dealt with.
She wasn’t too fond of Solei when I first brought her home, but she was warming up to her.
I think the reason being was that she was Bishop’s daughter.
Solei stepped back to admire her work. A small, satisfied smile rested on her lips.
As she looked at me, her eyes softened, turning heavy with a familiar, simmering heat.
She couldn’t hide it any longer if she wanted to.
I didn’t let her move another inch. I reached out, and my hands gripped her waist and pulled her firmly between my knees.
The thin cotton of the shirt bunched up under my palms, and I could feel the warmth of her skin radiating through the fabric. I looked up at her, my gaze traveling from her flushed cheeks down to where the shirt rode up, revealing her stomach and the top of her thighs.
“Stop running from me.”
She let out a shaky breath as her hands rested on my shoulders. I didn’t waste any time. I slid my hands down, gripping the hem of the T-shirt and bunched it up. I slid it slowly up her body. She helped me, lifting her arms as I pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it onto the floor.
She stood before me completely naked, her breasts heavy and her nipples already hard in the cool air. My eyes drifted down her belly. I reached out, my palm flattening against her stomach, rubbing the skin in a slow, possessive circle. She whimpered, her head tilted back and her chest heaved.
I gripped her hips and hoisted her up. Her legs instinctively wrapped around my waist. I felt her soaking wet pussy press hard against my thigh.
The heat of her arousal seeped through my pants.
I groaned, my hand sliding down to cup her ass, squeezing the plush cheeks as I pulled her chest flush against mine.
I captured her lips in a bruising kiss. My tongue slid deep into her mouth, tasting her. While we kissed, I worked my pants down, freeing my dick. It sprang out, hard and pulsing, throbbing with the need to fill her insides.
I shifted her slightly, guiding my head at the entrance of her drenched heat. She was dripping. Her juices were lubricating the way. With one steady, powerful thrust, I buried myself deep inside her, bottoming out with a wet, heavy thud.
“Oh my God!” She gasped. Her fingers dug into my shoulders.
I didn’t let up. I started to move, my hips thrusting upward with rhythmic intensity.
Because she was wrapped around me, every push drove me deeper into her, hitting her cervix and making her toes curl.
The sound of our bodies slapping together echoed off the tiled walls.
A wet, rhythmic drumming that fueled the fire in my gut.
I pulled back almost all the way, leaving only the head of my dick inside her before slamming back in. She let out a loud, needy moan, her head tossing from side to side. I could feel her internal muscles clamping down on me, milking my dick with every stroke.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” I growled, my breath hot against her neck. “Wet as fuck for me.”
I accelerated the pace, my thrusts becoming faster and more desperate. I gripped her ass tight, pulling her even closer, wanting to erase every millimeter of space between us. Her body shook. Her breathing came in short, frantic pants. Her pussy pulsed around me in waves of pleasure.
I felt the tension build in my lower back, the pressure becoming unbearable.
I gave her a few more deep, punishing shoves, my teeth grazing her collarbone.
“Fuck!” She let out a high-pitched scream.
Her entire body stiffened as her orgasm ripped through her.
Her walls squeezed my dick in a violent grip.
The feeling of her climaxing sent me over the edge. I let out a roar. My hips locked as I delivered one final, deep thrust. I came hard, pumping thick, hot loads of cum deep into her womb. The intensity of the release left me shaking and breathless.