10. Zaire
Zaire
T he drive to his home was a silent endeavor. I stared out the window while Ms. Beowtch was unusually quiet. Wraith wasn’t his usual self either. He was quiet and although he reached over and grabbed my left hand, he said nothing on the entire ride to his place. I didn’t realize how close he really was to me until about fifteen minutes later, we were pulling up to his house in the Garden District.
He pulled into the driveway and it took us all the way around to the back. The house, if you wanted to call it that, was beautiful. Built in that grand, old plantation style, the mansion had towering white columns, ivy covered walls and a wraparound porch. He even had a pair of rocking chairs near a window. There were trees on the property that would provide shade during a hot summer day. I was impressed and had questions all the same.
Eventually he came to a stop and parked, not bothering to go inside his garage. Still silent, the weight of the entire day and night was heavy on my mind, and I was pretty sure it was on his as well. I tried to grab my bags after he opened my door, but he took them, including the cat’s carrier.
“Come on, let’s get you inside,” he said, leading me inside, locking the door behind us. He glanced around, making sure the house was secure. His movements were calculated. Protective. “I’ll give you a tour later.”
“Okay,” I said, not really caring about a house tour at this moment.
We went through the twisting halls and went up the spiral staircase. We stopped in front of a room. “That’s my room and while you’re here, this one is yours,” Wraith said.
He had pointed to the one across the hall from his, then opened the door and flicked the light on. “Make yourself comfortable. I need to make a couple of calls before we talk.”
“Yeah, sure. Thanks for everything,” I said, mind still reeling.
He touched the side of my face so gently. “There’s no need to say thanks to me, Zaire. I’ll always come when you call.”
And just like that, he left me standing alone in a beautiful but enormous room. Ms. Beowtch was fussing, so I hurried and let her out, then sat down on the king size poster bed. I was feeling the weight of exhaustion settle into my bones. So much had happened in such a short period. I needed to know what was going on.
Wraith’s voice had raised from his room, and I figured he would be on the call for a while long, so I sank into the bed, relishing how comfortable it was. Before I knew it, my eyes were closed, and I was out.
“Zaire,” his raspy voice called. Slowly opening my eyes Wraith stood over me. His gaze slid over me, darkening. “Still want to talk or do you prefer to sleep?”
Suddenly him this close to me, sleep was the furthest thing from my mind. His eyes fell to my lips and I licked them. The subtle groan from him was enough for me. The desire that was always between us fanned to life. I wanted him. I wanted to forget this night. He could make it better. I reached up and pulled his face close to mine and kissed him hard and fierce. The mood between us shifted and we were both on the same wavelength.
“I want you,” I managed to whisper, breaking our kiss.
He stared at me, his gray eyes had darkened. Lust filled. “You sure about this? You had a rough night.”
I pushed him back and sat up. I didn’t respond, instead my fingers grabbed the hem of my shirt and I slid the t-shirt over my head while he watched. Wraith didn’t look away, but watched with hunger. I reached behind my back and undid my bra, then threw it to the side.
“Fuck, woman. You’re going to undo me,” his voice was raspier and lower. It was such a turn on, that my panties were soaked. “I’ve been wanting to sink my dick into you ever since the moment I first saw you. All I wanted was you. Now, let me finish doing what you started.”
He closed the space between us and kissed me senseless. My brain was misfiring as his lips were soft against mine. The hard man had a tender side. I parted my lips, allowing our kiss to deepen, tongues dancing with each other. The need for him was growing uncontrollable, and I moaned into his mouth, wishing he would fuck me already. But he was taking his time
“There’s no going back, firefly, if we do this,” he said against my lips.
“Then let’s not go back. We only move forward from here on out.”
“God, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he said, as his fingers trailed all over my skin, leaving little fires in their wake.
His fingers dug into my waist, creating ripples of pain that turned into pleasure. A gasp slipped from my mouth as his lips moved downward, the way his hands had went. His fingers curled under the bands of my sweat pants and panties, then swiftly pulled them down to my ankles. With one quick motion, they were completely off. Wraith took me all in with his eyes then spread my legs wide, exposing my center to him.
“I’ve been imagining what you looked like with nothing on, and the sight is nothing like I imagined. It’s fucking better.” He slid a finger through my folds and it came out, glistening with my essence. I watched him as he licked it off. “Fuck, baby. You taste so damn good. You got me so fucking hard right now.”
He fell to his knees, grabbed my thighs, kissing the inner part of each one before he pulled me closer to the edge of the bed. His deep groan had me calling out his name, squirming underneath his touch. What undid me was the swipe of his tongue against my pussy. His tongue swirled around my clit before alternating with suction and licks.
“Oh god, it feels so good,” I cried out. My hips bucked while he feasted, eating my pussy like it never has been eating before. I was floating on cloud nine as he fucked me with his mouth. I rode his face like it was a damn horse. Chasing that elusive sensation that hit me all of sudden, without warning. I gushed all over his face as I came. My body shook from the hard orgasm that still had me craving more.
“That’s right, give it me,” he growled. “Give me another.”
He filled me with his fingers, brushing over the sensitive spot that had me squirming and squeezing my thighs tighter around his face. If he died while still licking and sucking on me with his mouth, I would be sad, but damn it would be a good way to go. He continued to scissor me with his fingers and I gladly took the pleasure he offered me. Honestly, it didn’t take long before I was coming again. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh god, fuck,” I chanted in between breaths.
“I need to be inside of you right now, baby.”
I opened my eyes and noticed how his dick strained against his zippered pants. The imprint was impressive. He took stood and took a step back, allowing me to watch as he stripped out of his clothes. Surprised that he was a giant muscular teddy bear underneath his clothes. He toed out of his shoes while undoing his pants. My mouth watered when he dropped them to the floor and stepped out of them. He didn’t wear underwear and I made a mental note of that. Wraith palmed his curved dick that was dripping with pre-cum and worked it over until he was breathing heavy. Watching him pleasure himself was such a turn on, I didn’t even realize I had slid my hand down between my legs and was rubbing my clit while watching him.
He stroked it back and forth slowly, then grinned. He knew what he was doing. “See something you like?”
“Mmhmm,” I said. The want was now a need. Pure desire was burning through my body. Even after two quick orgasms, it wasn’t enough. I needed to feel him inside of me. “I do. Now, bring my dick over here.”
He laughed. “As my lady wishes.”
I didn’t even think about asking him to put on a condom until after the fact.
Oh, fucking well. I’d worry about it later.