SEXUAL DESIRE TWIRLED IN THE pit of Richmond’s gut and shot straight to his throbbing rod as he held Kayla tight to his bare chest. Praying his tingling member didn’t turn to stone against her belly, he tried to throttle the dizzying current racing through him. With an arm lingering about her collar bone, he dragged his hand upward to palm the back of her head as her tremors tapered off. Poor woman had seen him come out of the closet naked and ran upstairs into the wrong room. He chuckled inwardly.
Not that he was cocky or anything, but most women had the same reaction as Kayla whenever they saw his bare shaft for the first time. They acted like the size of it scared them. Even Salina had had a similar reaction when she’d seen his erection for the first time, too.
His insides jangled with excitement. Want. Desire. God, it felt heavenly to have a warm female body pressed against him like this. Tempted to make a hot move on Kayla, Richmond caressed her spine, then curling his fingers around her biceps, he pried her from him.
Tilting her head back, he studied the tantalizing features of her caramel-complexioned face. Blinking, her long eyelashes curled over her high cheekbones. Flustered, a brownish-red tint stained her round cheeks. As much as he wished he could deny it, he felt a slender, delicate thread form between them.
“I’ve made a complete fool of myself.” Her sensual voice, her dark squirrel eyes, and her sexy, curvy figure caused his blood to boil inside his veins. Caused his spheres to harden. Caused the head of his manhood to leak fluid from its slit beneath the warm towel encircling his waist.
Standing inside the room he once shared with his deceased wife in front of Kayla, Richmond’s aroused body was betraying him. Making him feel things he thought had long ago vanished. Had him wanting things he thought he’d never want again—to feel the slickness of a woman’s hot sex coating his hard length. Jesus Christ. Let him hurry up and get Kayla out of this room before he ended up trying to make love to her. Before he snatched off his towel, threw her on the bed, and delved between her legs.
Tightening the white towel around his waist, heat spread like wildfire through his bones. His eyes wavered down the creamy expanse of her slender neck, then back up at her face. His chest clenched. “You didn’t make a fool of yourself, Kayla.” He put a hand to her spine and steered her out of the chilly room, closing the door behind them.
Kayla glanced up at him. “If you say so. All I know is that I feel like a complete idiot for running into that room. I promise I won’t again.” It was then that Richmond realized his hand was glued to her spine.
Wishing his body would cool off, he snatched his palm from the lower area of her back. “By the way, why did you come to my room downstairs in the first place?”
“I needed a towel and a washcloth.”
“I’ll go get them for you right now.” Leaving Kayla standing at the top of the staircase looking at him, he descended the steps. Inside his room downstairs, he grabbed a washcloth and towel from the bathroom closet, then headed back upstairs.
When he reached the side of the guest bedroom on the second floor, Richmond paused. I need to give Kayla these towels and leave immediately. The longer I’m around her, the more difficult it becomes to fight off the temptation crawling through my system.
Talking himself into giving Kayla the towels and then leaving right away, Richmond entered the room to find her sitting on the bench at the foot of the bed, waiting for his return.
“Hot damn, you like Kayla for yourself.” Zeke’s words came slamming into his brain as he handed her the towels. Okay, so maybe he had a sexual thing for her, but that was it.
Piercing his soul with those gentle, dark eyes of hers, Kayla took the towels and stood. “Thanks.”
Turning his head towards the sleigh bed, he glanced over at CJ, who was sound asleep. “He had a full day today.”
Strong glints of love soaked up her eyes as she looked at her son sleeping. “Yes. He and Isabelle. They get along so well.”
“Yes, they do. I’m glad she has met a new friend. Well, if you need anything else, just holler.”
Kayla giggled. “I’ll make sure to knock on the door before I enter next time.” He zoned in on her soft-looking lips, mentally caressing her qualities. The way I feel right now, you don’t ever have to knock. Just bring your fine ass right on in my bedroom anytime you feel like it. Feeling the curves of your firm breasts pressed into my chest felt pleasurable. Damn, should’ve kissed you when I was holding you. When I had the chance. “Richmond.” Kayla waved her hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his sexual trance.
Richmond shook his head, snapping completely out of his reverie. “What’d you say?”
“Isabelle had mentioned earlier today she wanted to get in the Jacuzzi, so I brought my bathing suit. Is it still okay if I get in?” Silence. Nothing. “Never mind.”
“No. Yes. It’s fine, Kayla.”
Blinking her long eyelashes, she tilted her head. “Are you sure?”
“Yes. Go ahead and get in, and enjoy yourself. Have a good night.”
“You, too.”
“I most definitely will,” he said, leaving the bedroom. Tonight had to be the first and last time that Kayla and CJ ever spent the night. There was no telling what may end up happening between them two if he allowed her to stay again.
Brief seconds later, Richmond entered his bedroom downstairs and shut the door. Aiming the remote to the sixty-inch plasma television mounted to the wall, he pressed the red power button. The gigantic screen lit up, tuning into ESPN, his favorite station other than CNN.
What a night, what a night. Letting the towel fall from his waist to the floor, he treaded inside his bathroom. In dire need of a cold shower to cool off his loins, he yanked open the glass shower door, turned the faucet, and stepped inside.
The cool water shooting from the spout down onto his body did nothing to subside his arousal for Kayla. Rubbing the bar of soap over his chest, he couldn’t stop thinking about the fine woman upstairs inside his house. He couldn’t stop thinking about how she’d made him feel when he’d held her. Couldn’t stop thinking about the sensual glow in her eyes whenever she looked at him. Or the sweet caress of her voice every time she spoke to him. Most importantly, he couldn’t get over how quickly Isabelle had taken to her. Now that’s a first. Normally Isabelle was standoffish, but not with Kayla. His daughter already liked the woman, and her son.
Churning sounds emanating from the outdoor Jacuzzi on his deck buzzed inside Richmond’s ears. Kayla’s outdoors. Unable to resist getting a glimpse of her, he slightly hefted the window inside the shower and peeped through the small crack. What happened next sent him into a whirlwind of tumultuous emotions.
Covered in a cotton pink robe, Kayla stood barefoot on the deck in front of the Jacuzzi. Bubbles foamed at the top of the water. She twirled her hand in the bubbly jet stream water. Untying the sash of her garment, she gazed out toward the dark marsh tapering into a wide river, then shrugged her arms from the sleeves of her robe.
The material slipped from her body to the floor, revealing her sexy, curvy figure sheathed inside a one-piece fitted bathing suit. Waves of excitement charged through Richmond’s system as his eyes latched on to her boobs perching from the material of her lavender swimwear. The way the thin material looked stretching over her curvy, plump butt sent his sex to pulsating. Look at her brown, voluptuous thighs. He liked a woman with some meat on her bones.
She put her hand to her abdomen, then clambered inside the water. Closing her eyes, she laid her head on the curb of the Jacuzzi. Bubbles floated around her sexy neck. “Oh God. This feels…soooo good,” she moaned.
Arousal surged through Richmond. His hairy, wet shaft hardened, inched down his thigh. Feeling himself grow immeasurably, he glanced down between his legs. The round head of his erection was swollen, looked like it was about to pop with fluid. He quietly lowered the window, then relocked it.
Damn you, Kayla. Horny as hell, he held the tip of his
bulbous head with his thumb and index finger, then began vigorously scrubbing his erection with the large bar of soap. Up and over, round and round, he washed his thick, heavy rod. Needing to relieve himself, the blood pushing at the veins in his shaft made it pound with an erratic rhythm.
With water streaming down over him, he tossed the bar of soap to the floor, put his head to the wet tile, and fisted his soapy member. Picturing Kayla’s pretty face, her luscious figure, he slapped a hard hand to the wall and wildly jerked himself up and down. Up and down.
Fucking his tight fist, a deep groan rattled inside his chest. Imagining Kayla’s lips wrapping around the head of his pulsating stem, he thrust his hips. Ran the pad of his thumb over his engorged head, seeping with pre-cum. “Arrrggh,” he grunted.
Warm water pelted his flesh. Feeling his orgasm nearing, he squeezed his tool harder. Rocked his pelvis more solidly. His own deep grunts filled his ears. Mashing and pulling. Squeezing and stroking. Cum boiled inside his hard jewels and traveled up the length of his throbbing sex.
Groaning like a beast, sperm detonated from the slit of his steely erection and flew on his jerking grip. With his pole remaining hard in his messy hand, Richmond suddenly realized he could make love all night if he had a special woman in his life. Kayla’s got to get her ass out of here first thing tomorrow morning. Causing me to resort to masturbation while imagining her face, I’m never going to let her spend the night here again.
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