by Dane, Sanya
“I’m here for you. I saw how attracted you are to me and I know you want to play.”
“What do you mean I want to play? Do you break in to people’s houses often?”
“You know what I mean Naira.” Vincent rubs his lower body against her making sure her clit feels the most pressure. Naira bits her lower lip trying not to show how good his body feels. Vincent rubs against her licking where she is biting her lip. Her eyes glaze over and he says, “Tell me to move and I will.” He waits for her to speak; when Naira lifts her hips grinding her clit into his cock, Vincent kisses her. He pulls her cami under her breasts allowing the material to prop them up. He clasps his hands with hers, sucks her nipple into his mouth and lightly glides his body across hers. Naira whimpers her back arching, causing her to press against him. As Vincent moves faster, rubbing her harder, all the pleasure shooting through Naira’s body pulses in her clit. Just when it’s getting ready to explode something hits Naira’s stomach and she sits up in her bed. Cheeky meow’s, petting her Naira says, “You couldn’t have waited fifteen seconds longer?” She kisses Cheeky’s head and places the cat on the bed next to her then goes back to sleep.
Chapter Two
Naira paces the boutique floor anxious for Vincent to arrive. The desire to know whether he’ll like the suit as much as she does gnaws at her. As a designer sometimes her ideas are more contemporary or abstract then some people like and usually that’s not a problem for her but this piece is different. Two hours later Naira is on the verge of climbing the wall when Vincent walks in. That surge of heat shoots through her body and all she can do is smile when she sees the same heat in his eyes. Naira shows him the dressing rooms and gives him a garment bag. When Vincent exits the dressing room Naira, Lisa and Sarah all sigh, “Damn”.
Vincent asks, “Does that mean it looks good?”
All three ladies shake their heads yes. Naira regains the ability to move, she walks around him smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles. Standing in front of Vincent again she asks, “So do you like it?”
“Given all of your reactions, yes, this is exactly what I’m looking for.”
“What, women who want to ride you like rodeo stallion?”
Lisa exclaims, “Naira!” Sarah giggles.
Naira covers her mouth, “Did I say that out loud.”
Vincent bites the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “No, a suit that makes me look good and says thank you for welcoming me to the team, but isn’t overkill.”
Out of the corner of her eye Naira sees Lisa and Sarah slip into the storage room. “Well you will definitely make an impression.”
“Especially with you by my side.”
“Always the charmer aren’t you?”
“Only with you.”
“And why is that?”
“I want you to know with all certainty that I interested in you.”
“Vincent I think it’s only fair that I tell you even though I am very attracted to you that I don’t know if I can agree to see you exclusively.”
“Why is that?”
Because I don’t know if I can trust you. Naira says, “Normally after guys find out what I want in a relationship they don’t want to see me anymore and I’ve grown tired of putting off prospects for someone I won’t be with in two or three weeks.”
“What do you want in a relationship?”
Naira shrugs, “Two men to call my own.”
Being sure not to show a reaction Vincent asks, “Why?”
“It’s just what I want.”
“I’m letting you know where I stand. I intend to make you mine.”
“I believe I’m going to enjoy getting to know you.”
“Me too.”
Naira changes the subject by asking where and when they are supposed to be meeting the next day. After a little discussion, Naira reluctantly agrees to let Vincent pick her up at her house but she advices him that if he kills her, she will come back to haunt him. Vincent laughs assuring her that he is not a murderer, He laughs harder when Naira adds “That’s what a murderer would say.”
“You’re a little peculiar.”
“I’ve been told that a time or two.”
They finish making plans and before Vincent leaves Naira gives him a shirt, tie and socks to go with the suit. Lisa and Sarah come out of the storage room smiling. Naira shakes her head at them, “You two back there making out again?”
Lisa winks, “Us never.”
Sarah playfully taps Lisa, “We were trying to give you privacy but your responses were making us laugh.”
Naira rolls her eyes, “I’m going upstairs.”
As she heads up to her office she hears Lisa and Sarah laughing. Sitting down to work Naira thinks about how much she’s attracted to Vincent but she feels it’s only fair that she be honest with him about how quickly things fall apart for her. She knows this is the best way for her to handle the situation; he won’t be willing to fulfill her desire. What man would agree to date a woman who wants to be with two men?
The rest of the day goes by quickly. After leaving the shop Naira stops by Le’Bistro to pick up dinner then heads home to relax. She watches TV while she eats and after dinner she curls up on the couch with a book.
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Naira stretches as she wakes up on the couch. She places the book in her lap on the coffee table and stands to stretch. She decides to eat breakfast before she showers since she is closest to the kitchen. After eating, she showers and runs out to do her Saturday errands. She returns in time to do some cleaning before getting ready for the banquet. At six pm the doorbell rings, Naira opens the door and tries not to swoon at the sight of Vincent. “Wow! You looked good yesterday but you look amazing today.”
Vincent looks her up and down taking in the way the blue cocktail dress hugs her plush curves. It isn’t lost on him that her dress is the same color as his eyes. He leans forward and brushes his lips across hers. On a second pass Naira opens her mouth on a moan and Vincent slips his tongue inside. The longer they kiss the hotter it gets until Vincent has her pressed against her front door. When he finally breaks the kiss Vincent says, “You are gorgeous.”
Naira tries to compose herself, letting out a breathy, “Thank you.”
He guides her down the short pathway of the courtyard that leads to her front gate and compliments the design of her home. As they drive Vincent comments,
“The Spanish eclectic architecture of your house is beautiful.”
In his peripheral vision he sees her tense up. “Is everything okay?”
What, are you wondering how I can afford it. Naira forces herself to relax, “Yeah everything is fine. Thank you, the style is what attracted me to it.”
Curious as to if he’s right that she’s sensitive about the topic of her house he says, “It seems huge for one person. I bet it is pricey too?”
Trying not to cringe and not wanting to get defensive Naira replies, “It’s a nice size for a single family house. What about your house?”
“I’m currently sharing an apartment with my brother which is convenient because neither of us is ever home.”
“Is he a doctor too?”
“No, he’s in law enforcement. He’s been working a case that takes him back and forth to the east coast.”
“Oh, that sounds interesting.”
“He seems to enjoy it.”
Vincent expects her to continue talking, when she doesn’t say anything he lets it go. He turns on the radio and Naira immediately perks up and starts singing along to Katy Perry’s ‘Roar’, all her anxiety forgotten. Fifteen minutes later they stop in front of a large banquet hall. The valet opens Naira’s door to help her out then goes around taking the keys from Vincent. Wrapping his arm around her waist he escorts her inside. A slightly balding, ginger haired man in his late-fifties approaches them with a smile on his face. “Vincent! You have perfect timing. I want to introduce you to everyone. Who is this lovely lady?”
George, this is Naira Cahill.
Naira, this is Dr. George Braithwaite, he runs San Diego General Hospital and he is my boss.”
Naira holds out her hand to shake the doctor’s own, “It’s very nice to meet you Dr. Braithwaite.”
Smiling he kisses the back of Naira’s hand, “It’s my extreme delight to meet you Naira. “
“Are you looking to replace me so soon?” A blonde woman in her mid-fifties cheerily asks while walking up to them.
Dr. Braithwaite pulls his wife close to him and kisses her cheek, “You could never be replaced. Emma you remember Dr. Kincaid.”
“Of course it’s nice to see again, I know our pediatric department will be in great hands. Who is your date?”
“Emma this is Naira Cahill.”
Naira and Emma shake hands. Emma studies Naira then says, “Your dress is beautiful.”
“Thank you.”
Vincent adds, “She made it herself. She owns Alluring Designs in the Gaslamp District.”
“Really!” Emma glows excitedly. “I’ve passed your store several times and I’ve wanted to come in but I wasn’t sure the styles are for women my age. Some people believe that a woman of a certain age should only dress in a particular way. I on the other hand, feel that though I maybe seasoned it doesn’t mean that I can’t have fun with my attire. The blue in that dress and the damask print around the hem just pop. Not to mention, it looks phenomenal against your skin tone.
“Thank you. I’m always glad to meet people who appreciate my designs. I understand your concern; I have many clients who are seasoned as you call it. I have a line designed especially for those who want something that’s sophisticated and fun. “ Naira takes a business card out of her purse and hands it to Emma. “Call me when you want to come in and I’ll pull different outfits in an 8 and have them waiting for you.”
Emma gasps, “How did you know my size?”
Naira smiles, Vincent and George walk off and leave Naira and Emma to talk. George takes Vincent around the room introducing him to various members of the staff and hospital board. Emma leaves Naira to go supervise the catering company preparing the buffet.
After dinner Vincent goes to walk the room and talk to more people. Naira sits at a table checking her email on her phone when she feels like someone is watching her. She looks up and intense green eyes meet hers. There is an instant attraction and Naira’s body heats up. She glances down his body and bites her lower lip. The man across the room doesn’t move he just stands there staring at her. Feeling more than a little uncomfortable, especially because she’s there with another guy, Naira turns her head and looks right at Vincent. The sight of him sends a hot flash through her body and starts a hard throb in her clit. She squeezes her legs together and closes her eyes while slowly counting to ten. When she opens her eyes Vincent is standing in front of her. He casually pulls her up and over to the dance floor. His calm demeanor belies the protrusion pressing against Naira’s stomach.
He nips her ear causing Naira to shudder, “How am I supposed to concentrate when you look at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Don’t play with me baby. I see the desire in your eyes.” He presses closer to her, rubbing his erection into her body.
Naira moans and inquires, “Will you think I’m easy if I ask if you’re ready to leave?” She leans into him, “I’m this close to begging you to fuck me.”
Vincent stops dancing and walks away from Naira. She watches a little confused as he walks over to George, says something, shakes his hand and heads back towards her. When Vincent reaches her he doesn't stop he just takes her hand then continues out the banquet hall. He gives the valet the ticket but doesn’t say anything while they wait. Once they are in the car Vincent takes off down the road. Naira asks him to slow down, a short while later he pulls into a vacant parking lot. Before she can ask what he’s doing Vincent moves the seat backwards then lays it down until it touches the rear seat. He kisses Naira as he drags her to the back seat with him. He swallows her moan; she automatically opens her legs straddling his body. He squeezes her bountiful ass allowing his silk covered groin to press against the V of her body.
Unable to think all Naira can do is whimper, “Please.”
Her plea is more than Vincent can handle. He helps her sit on the seat now lying flat so he can flip up her silk and chiffon skirt. Sliding Naira’s panties down her legs, he pulls them off. He spreads her thighs then gently rubs his fingers over the soft, trimmed curls on her mound. As he leans forward Naira tries to slide backwards. Looking in her eyes Vincent’s voice deepens as he says, “Don’t move”.
Naira stops and stares at him, a chill running down her spine. He spreads her legs a little further then leans forward, “Hold them there”.
She presses on the inside of her knees to keep her body open to him. Vincent rubs his mouth across her bare pussy lips enjoying the feel of smooth, satiny skin. He slips his tongue inside her tasting the sweet syrup leaking from her pussy. “Hmm, sweet and spicy.”
He flicks her clit with the tip of his tongue then sucks it into his mouth. Naira releases her legs to cover her mouth muffling the “Great shades of Elvis” she screams.
Vincent smiles at the sight of Naira’s eyes glazing over, she feels his fingers at her entrance and freezes as she grabs his hand. Vincent asks, Are you okay?”
He gives her a hard look but Naira doesn’t move her hand from his. When he sees fear in her eyes but she still doesn’t respond or move Vincent gently removes her hand from his, “Red to stop, yellow to pause. You knowing Dante means you know what that means.”
Naira replies, “Yellow”.
“What’s wrong?”
Naira turns her head, “I’m uncomfortable with that.”
“Look at me” Naira turns her head to him, “There is no need to be embarrassed. Do you want to stop?”
Naira’s eyes widen, “No Sir, hell no!”
Vincent tries not to laugh at her response.
“I just… not that.”
She reaches towards him then pauses before touching him, “May I Sir?”
When he nods Naira unbuckles his belt, undoes his pants and slides them off his hips with his boxer briefs. “Wow! I’m not quite sure it’s going to fit. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex. I could see from the bulge in your pants that you were well endowed but you’re even bigger than I thought.”
Vincent caresses her cheek with his knuckles, “No worries, it will fit”.
With a devious smile she says, “I think we should make sure it fits in my mouth first.”
Naira pulls her legs in so she can lie down on her stomach, Vincent watches as she licks her lips. She rims the crown of his dick, his hands reflexively ball into fists. Knowing he should have more control than he’s showing he clamps his teeth shut when she licks from his ball sack to the tip of his dick. His eyes roll back and he groans as she sucks him into her throat making sure to breathe her nose. Naira gets more excited when she realizes there are a few inches she can’t fit in her mouth. She hums sending a vibration right through Vincent’s dick. He grabs her shoulders and pulls her up onto his lap, he kisses her hard, tasting himself.
Vincent takes a gold foil square out of his pants and gives it to her, “Ride me.”
Naira blushes as she opens it and rolls the second skin onto him. She moans as Vincent presses his crown into her opening. Relaxing her muscles, she sinks down. Her hot wet canal consumes him. Once her ass hits his balls Naira sighs “Damn”, he feels like satin over steel inside her.
The tight fit of Naira’s body was already testing Vincent’s control but her being able to take of all him has him ready to explode. Taking a deep breathe he lifts her head off his shoulder so he can see her eyes. Seeing the glazed look of pleasure back in her eyes causes his tip to thump like a pulse.
“Move for me Beautiful”.
Naira lifts up until only the crest of his cock is in her then she drops back down on him. She wraps her arms around his neck and works her body on him. V
incent grips her ass as he picks up Naira’s rhythm and thrusts up into her. He continuously strokes deep inside her making Naira shiver. The temperature in the car skyrockets and they break out in sweat. Her legs slip on the seat opening her further, her whole body locks on Vincent when he hits her sweet spot. Naira bites down onto his shoulder. The sting of pain and the spasms in Naira’s body send a bolt of electricity through him. The force of Vincent’s ejaculation so strong it causes her to orgasm again. She squeezes her eyes shut and breathes through the tremors flowing through her. By the time their bodies stop shaking their both panting.
Once their breathing slows Naira slides into the front passenger seat to straighten her dress and tuck her panties in her purse. Vincent fixes his pants and feels that they are wet; ignoring it he pushes the driver’s seat up to open the back door and get in the front seat. Noticing how quite Naira is he looks over at her, she leans on the headrest with her eyes closed so he lets her rest until he gets to her house.
After a short drive Vincent parks in-front of Naira’s house. He wakes her to let her know she’s home. Vincent walks her to the door telling her how much he enjoyed her accompanying him to the banquet. He also lets her know that he is on call tomorrow but would like to take her to dinner the next night. Naira lets him know that she’s working on finishing her spring clothing line but she would like him to call her.
Chapter Three
Naira is awakened the next morning when she tries to roll over but can’t lift her head. Reaching up she sighs, “Cheeky would you please get off my hair.” She picks the tabby up and carries her into the kitchen to feed her. When she looks at the time she rushes to shower so she can meet Leah for Brunch.
Naira walks into Le’Bistro and sees Leah reading a book while she eats. Sitting she says, “Hey lady”.
“Hi Ara, you’re late.”
“I know I’m sorry. I was at the banquet with Vincent last night and I got up late. Did you order?”
