Queen of His Heart

by Adrianne Byrd

  They stopped dancing, but didn’t move away from each other. In fact, Jalila realized belatedly, Keenan was moving closer. He was so close that she was sure that at any moment he was going to kiss her. At the feel of his warm breath against her upturned face, she closed her eyes and waited with aching anticipation for the magic that she was sure to come.

  And she was not disappointed.

  His lips were soft. His tongue was gentle, and he tasted divine. She stretched her arms up his chest and pressed closer. Keenan’s responsive growl caused the ache between her legs to intensify.

  Keenan’s hands left the small of her back only so they could roam freely through her thick hair. His strong fingers were incredibly erotic. Within minutes, desire seized her and left her trembling.

  What are you doing? the voice in the back of Keenan’s head said. He ignored his conscience by squeezing his eyes tight and deepening the kiss. He didn’t want logic or reason to ruin this moment. His hands left her curtain of thick hair to roam between their bodies and settle on her soft lush breasts.

  He swallowed her sigh as her body sagged against him. Instinctively, he swept her up into his arms and carried her inside the house.

  Jalila broke the kiss and glanced around. “Where are you taking me?”

  “To your bedroom,” he answered simply. “Any objections?”

  Their gazes locked and Jalila’s entire body ignited. “No,” she whispered.

  “Good.”

  Chapter 9

  Keenan carried Jalila into her bedroom like it was a scene straight out of an old black-and-white classic movie. But when he kicked the door closed in Cujo’s face and they began to tear at their clothes, things got a little more X-rated.

  Jalila knew that Keenan had broad quarterback shoulders. But to see them and his bare chest made her pulsing clit throb. Apparently, she wasn’t getting out of her clothes fast enough because with one tug, Keenan ripped her delicate lace bra. Her full D-cup breasts bounced out, her toffee-tipped nipples stood erect and ready.

  Keenan’s eyes widened as a growl of hunger filled the room. In the next second he launched toward her.

  They toppled onto the bed. Jalila in just her ripped bra and panties, Keenan in his black silk boxers.

  “Oh, Gawd,” he groaned, taking one breast into his mouth.

  “Oooh.” Jalila’s head fell back as she arched upward. It’s been so long.

  Keenan moaned while his free hand cupped and squeezed her other breast.

  Damn that feels sooo good. Jalila squirmed, her body covered in goose bumps. Keenan shifted his weight so he could sample the other breast. When he moved, his hard cock rubbed against her upper thigh. Her panties went from damp to soaking wet in point-two seconds.

  “You taste so good,” he murmured, skimming a hand down her body. “Look at these pretty titties.” He pulled at her marble-size nipples and then released them so he could watch them bounce and jiggle before his eyes.

  A lazy smile turned up Jalila’s lips.

  Keenan’s hand slipped inside her panties. He ran his middle finger deep inside her slick honeypot. “Damn, baby. You’re so wet.” He eased in another finger and stirred them around.

  Her body’s juices made a smacking sound against his lubricated hand. Pleasure surged through her body as she rotated her hips counterclockwise to his hand.

  “Mmm. You like that?”

  “Y-yes,” she panted. “Oooh.” Air seeped from her lungs. The room spun while her body’s temperature rose. She wanted to say “slow down” in order to make the moment last longer but her pussy screamed for him to go faster.

  “C’mon, baby. Don’t hold back,” he whispered.

  That was the last thing she was doing. Everything was short-circuiting, left, right and center.

  Keenan inched down her body, leaving bright red passion marks in his wake.

  Jalila started shaking.

  “Are you comin’, baby?”

  She couldn’t answer. A white light flashed behind her eyes as her body candy-coated his hand.

  “Aww. That’s my girl,” he praised. “Let me get a good look at you.” Keenan grabbed the waistband of her panties with his teeth and then dragged them down and off her body.

  Still floating down from her orgasmic high, Jalila’s eyes fluttered open to see Keenan planted in between her legs.

  “Open up for me,” he ordered.

  She hesitated.

  He leaned forward and kissed her brown lips. “C’mon. Let me see you.”

  Emboldened, Jalila reached down between her legs and spread herself open, exposing her pulsing and glistening pink clit to his greedy eyes.

  “Let me see you play with it,” he said.

  The request took her by surprise, but she so wanted to please him that she complied. With two fingers keeping herself open, Jalila used her other hand to slip more fingers into her wetness.

  Fascinated, Keenan watched her masturbate, then he leaned forward and blew a soft, steady stream of air around her clit.

  Her eyes rolled up, her breasts tingled. Jalila felt wanton and free at the same time.

  “Let me get a little of this.” Keenan reached toward her, dipped his fingers in and stole some of her honey and then rubbed it up and down his thick cock.

  Jalila smacked her lips, hit with the sudden craving for chocolate. Just thinking about how good he’d taste was enough to send her over the edge. “Aww.”

  “That’s what I’m talking about,” Keenan bragged. “Has anybody ever told you how beautiful you look when you’re comin’, baby?” He moved closer, his warm breath teasing. “Such a pretty pussy.”

  Jalila held her breath.

  “You want me to help clean you up?”

  She swallowed.

  “Hmm?” He flicked his tongue across her clit.

  Air rushed from Jalila’s chest, her mind spun.

  “Hmm?” Another flick.

  “Oooh.”

  “Is that a yes?” Flick.

  Jalila nodded.

  “I can’t hear you, baby.” Flick.

  “Y-yes.”

  “Good. Because I can go for some dessert.” He hooked her legs over his shoulders and then sat up. This lifted Jalila’s body up so that all that remained on the bed were her shoulders and head. There was no way to avoid watching him devour her.

  Slowly and deliberately his tongue unfurled so deep within her it caused a series of orgasms to erupt in quick succession. Her toes curled and uncurled behind his head. All the while, he feasted and moaned as if she was the best home-cooked meal he’d had in a long time.

  Everything he did caused tears of joy to flow like a river from her eyes. When she was finally limp as a wet noodle, he lowered her body and then hovered over it.

  Jalila was suddenly overwhelmed with a case of shyness. Never had any man made her scream the way he had for the past half hour. Hell, she hadn’t even done anything for him yet.

  “Why are you blushing?”

  Instead of confessing, she reached for his erection and was surprised at just how smooth and hard it felt. Had she been blind she doubted that she would have been able to tell it from a steel pole.

  Keenan struggled to act as if Jalila’s soft fingers weren’t doing a number on him. So much blood had rushed to the tip of his cock, it had darkened to a shade of blue-black. However, he remained determined to play it cool and allow her time to get familiar with his body.

  “How big is it?” she asked with wide-eyed wonder.

  “Why? Are you afraid it won’t fit?”

  She blushed again, which he found strange. “You’re not a virgin, are you?” Surely he hadn’t missed that fact.

  “No,” she admitted to his great relief. “But it has been a while.”

  His brows climbed. “How long?”

  “Two years.”

  Keenan’s eyes widened. He couldn’t possibly have heard her right. Two years sounded like it should be a crime.

  “You probably think that’s a l
ong time,” she said.

  “Just a little bit,” he joked, but then he thought about it. Two years. Her body must be extremely tight right now. The ache in his cock intensified at the thought. Had he been a weaker man, he would have hopped right up and climbed between her thick thighs and gone to town.

  Patience, he reminded himself. Patience was going to get them both where they needed to be. “I’m surprised you haven’t jumped my bones by now.” He chuckled.

  “Believe me, I’m getting to that,” she warned.

  “I have condoms in my pants pocket and we can do whatever you like.”

  “Whatever I like?” she asked, brows lifted.

  Keenan leaned back against the pillows and folded his arms behind his head. His cock sat straight up like a black pillar. “It’s all about you, baby. Have your way.”

  “In that case…” Jalila crawled down in between his legs and then opened her mouth wide.

  Keenan’s eyes nearly rolled out of his head as he sucked in a long breath through his teeth. He held his breath as he watched Jalila’s mouth sink farther and farther down his long cock. She took her time, letting her mouth adjust to his size. Soon, he could feel the head squeeze toward the back of her throat.

  It was exquisite, amazing—just so goddamn good that it sent shivers down his spine and then shot out toward his toes. “Damn, baby.” Keenan squirmed, feeling pre-cum drip down her throat. At this rate, he was going to explode before they even got started. He reached for her just as her head bobbed back up. Her lips smacked the tip of his mushroom-shaped head.

  “Oh, Gaaawd,” he groaned.

  Down she went again.

  Keenan started to sweat. Maybe he was out of his league. Baby girl had the potential of turning him out. Flippin’ the script. Have him writing checks to pay her mortgage. Her throat squeezed and he actually felt his eyes water. “Damn, baby. You’re going to make me cum.”

  Jalila released him and smiled. “That’s sort of the point.” She reached across the bed for her discarded panties. She wrapped the lacy material around the base of his dick, effectively cutting off circulation and guaranteeing that he would stay nice and hard for some time.

  She went back to sucking him, concentrating on the plump head while rubbing her panties up and down his thick shaft.

  Keenan ran his fingers through her hair, knowing he had, at best, thirty seconds before he shot off. When it was time, Jalila glanced up, her mouth still working its magic. It was her turn to watch him come.

  “Oooh, Gaaawd!” His face twisted from the raw pleasure that seized him.

  Jalila’s mouth popped off as his hot creamy lava erupted and gushed down the sides of his still-hard cock. It was quite beautiful.

  Panting hard, Keenan smiled wickedly. “That wasn’t supposed to happen,” he said.

  “Says who?” She laughed.

  He was pleased that she’d overcome her shyness. “Says me.” He grabbed her and settled her under his arms so they could exchange a few light kisses. He dipped his hands between her legs to make sure she was still wet.

  It was definitely time.

  Seconds later, condom on, Keenan asked, “What position do you want to be in?”

  Missionary? Doggy-style? Top side? Jalila had a hard time choosing.

  “Tell you what,” Keenan said, grinning. “Why don’t we do a little of everything?”

  “That works for me,” she murmured, watching him above her. Trembling with anticipation, Jalila couldn’t wait another minute to end her two-year drought.

  “You ready,” he asked.

  Hell, yeah. “Yes.”

  Keenan eased the tip of his dick in first and then teased her by slowly sinking into her. Turns out he was right. Her body was as tight as a drum, and sliding into her slick narrow pathway caused an army of sweat beads to pop out along his hairline.

  Jalila automatically wrapped her legs around his waist while her hands slid down and cupped his firm, muscled ass cheeks. When he was buried as far as he could go, she gyrated her hips, making it difficult to tell exactly who was screwing whom. In no time, their bodies were hot and covered with sweat.

  The house was filled with sounds: Keenan and Jalila’s bodies slapping together, the headboard banging against the wall and Cujo howling in the hallway.

  “Give it to me, baby. Give it to me,” Keenan panted, his chiseled chest heaving.

  “Oooh, Keeenaaan.”

  “That’s right, baby. Scream my name.” He stopped, flipped her over and even took a second to kiss her pear-shaped booty before ramming back into her with one long stroke.

  Words eluding her, Jalila settled on another orgasmic scream.

  “Gawdayummm,” Keenan panted. “So tight.”

  Jalila heard nothing. Behind her eyes were heaven and stars.

  However, there was no rest for the weary. Keenan peeled off one condom and replaced it with another. “Hey, I got an idea.” He proceeded to fold her body over like a taco and then entered in a way in which she watched him grind into her from the backside. She had a clear view of his mountainous cock sliding in and out of her. And, being so close, she flicked her tongue out to tease his balls.

  “Jesus,” Keenan moaned, his voice cracking. To prolong the moment he did a few strokes and then changed up to grind his hips in small, but intense circles. But when his cheeks tightened, Jalila knew he was about explode again.

  “That’s right,” she panted at him. “C’mon for me.”

  “Aww.” He released her.

  Jalila quickly unfolded herself and removed his condom. “Here, let me clean you up.”

  He tried to pull away, claiming his dick was sensitive now. She didn’t want to hear it. They were in a competition of endurance and she was determined to win.

  She quickly lapped him clean and then watched as he returned the favor.

  As the night rolled on, they lost count of how many orgasms they shared. But the last one, Jalila performing the backward helicopter, practically knocked her into a deep comalike sleep. Never had she been so relaxed or satisfied. Hell, she was even dreaming about fairy dust and unicorns, if you could believe it.

  Hours later, she slowly woke up, stretching and smiling. Her body was sore and tingly, but in a good way. She peeked over at the clock and saw that it was well past noon. But she didn’t care. Jalila closed her eyes, stretched again and rolled over to reach for that incredible lover who had made her feel like a woman again.

  However, her hand hit nothing but empty space. One eye peeked open and then the other. “Keenan?” She sat up and blinked in surprise to see Cujo lying at the foot of the bed.

  Woof!

  Now why did it sound like he’d just called her a fool?

  Chapter 10

  Twenty-four hours after that amazing sex-fest, Jalila was still waiting for Keenan to call. This particular situation was a first for her. Not that she hadn’t ever had a one-night stand. She had—complete with awkward breakfasts at the local IHOP where they would each pretend that they were actually going to continue seeing one another. But this was actually a guy sneaking out of her house while she was still asleep. That was foul. “Wait. You don’t know whether he snuck out,” she reasoned aloud. “He could have been called away on business.”

  It was a shaky excuse at best, but it was one that she was desperately clinging to at this point. She was on entirely new ground and she didn’t know what to do. Her first inclination was to call him, but that didn’t seem right. He’d left her bed. Therefore, he should call her. She was certain that was in the rule book somewhere.

  After forty-eight hours, Jalila was concerned.

  After seventy-two hours, she was pissed.

  Needing to vent, Jalila grabbed her camcorder. “All right, YouTubers, this is your girl, Jalila,” she said tightly. “I know it’s been a while since I’ve done a video, but your girl has been running around lately. You know how it is. Anyway, let me cut to the chase. Right now, I’m pissed the eff off.” Jalila recounted the entir
e evening. Cujo’s birthday, Guy X dropping by, dinner, margaritas, music, dancing. “I’m telling you, I couldn’t have dreamed a better evening,” she said. “Next thing I know we’re kissing, right? And then he’s carrying me up to my room like I’m Scarlett O’Hara in damn Gone with the Wind.

  “But none of that had jack to do with what came next,” she admitted, staring into the camera lens. “Giiirrrlzzz, when I tell you that brother man put it down, I mean brother man put it down.” She clucked her tongue and rolled her eyes. “I’m screaming, he was growling and the dog was barking. It sounded like animal kingdom up in here.” She shook her head and held up her hand like she was in the middle of church service. “So, after we’re going at it for a couple of hours and I pass the eff out, how come this brotha creeps out of here like the police showed up at the door?

  “Gone. Ghost. I mean, am I that chick that gets played like that? Yeah, I’ve put up with my share of losers, shoe-sniffers and the like, but damn. Hell, the only thing that was missing was money on the nightstand. Look, I am a strong—and I do mean strong—black woman and you know what? My ass is still waiting for the phone to ring. How pathetic is that?

  “I don’t know. Maybe he’s waiting for me to call him. But I ain’t calling. Why should I call? He’s Mr. Lightfoot.” She shook her head. “And before you ask, his butt hasn’t been in no accident. I’ve checked all the hospitals and called all the police stations. Bottom line, brotha man rolled up in here, hit it and then quit it. Now I’m stuck looking like Boo Boo the Fool.”

  Disgusted with herself, tears glossed her eyes. “You know what? I’m gonna have to holler at y’all later. I’m too emotional right now.” She turned off the camera. She knew without looking that the recording was way too long and that she would never upload the video to her channel—especially since Keenan viewed her channel. Right now it just felt good to vent.

  Her waiting game continued.

  “You slept with your producer?” Fantasia shouted wide-eyed in the middle of Las Brisas restaurant.

  Jalila wanted to crawl under the table.