Running Into You

by Taylor Love

  Andrea didn’t think he knew just how much she wanted him, but he would in the next few minutes. She slid her hands around to his defined abs before she tackled his belt. She wanted him naked, in her hands…in her mouth. She dragged his jeans down his hips, hooking his briefs along the way, before pushing everything to his thighs. She broke their kiss to squat in front of him, then continued removing his clothes. When she got down to his feet she fully kneeled, so she could slide everything off, including his socks.

  When she was done, she slid her hands up the backs of his strong calves, then around to the inside of his muscled thighs, until he parted his stance. She could hear the change in his breathing already, and her lips curved into a naughty grin of her own. When she moved one hand to cup his balls, she heard him inhale deeply. She lifted herself on the balls of her feet until she could run her tongue up the underside of his penis. She slowly licked all the way to the tip. She did it again, starting from the base, her tongue moving along the thick, pulsing vein. She intended to take him in her mouth during the next pass, only to feel his hands pushing at her shoulders.

  Andrea firmed her grip around him possessively. She viewed him through her lashes with an actual scowl on her face. “I want to.”

  He loosened her grip and dragged her up. “I got you, don’t I always give you want you want?” he whispered, wrapping her in his arms.

  “But I want-”

  He cut her off by taking her mouth and shifted them until she was facing the bed. There was no way in hell he would last long enough to get inside her, if she gave him head right now. Just looking at her on her knees licking up his shaft, had almost done him in. When he thought she was sufficiently distracted, he pushed her onto the end of the bed, kneeling down to remove her socks. By the time he was finished, Andrea was already trying to wiggle her jeans and panties down over her curvy hips. He started tugging them from the bottom to help.

  Once her clothes were out the way, he joined her on the bed. Rolling onto his back, he pulled her on top of him. When she started kissing down his body, he didn’t stop her. Instead, he said “Baby turn the other way for me.”

  Andrea’s mind was on her goal, which was below his waist. She turned slightly annoyed and confused eyes his way.

  He just smiled and shook his head. “Come sit on my face…just backwards, so we both can have what we want.”

  When what he was suggesting finally clicked, she quickly moved her body over his, until her head was over his straining penis. She didn’t waste much time looking, before she dipped her head and finally took him in her mouth. She sighed as her lips wrapped around him tightly, giving that first tentative pull.

  Cam groaned before distracting himself with her sweet wetness. He parted her folds and ran his tongue down the center before curling it to dip lightly inside. He started kissing, sucking, and licking her pussy in earnest as the first taste of her entered his system. It was like his body had been missing a vital supplement, and now that he had it, he wondered how he’d gone without it for so long.

  Andrea had never had sex in the sixty-nine position before, however she was sure it wouldn’t be the last time. Since concentrating on her task was impossible with his talented tongue driving her crazy, she just let instinct kick in. She loved that they could give each other pleasure at the same time. The more he gave to her, the hungrier she became…for his cock, in her mouth, against her tongue. She stroked and squeezed him, then licked and sucked him, fondling his balls in her palms, making both of them moan.

  Every time she moaned around him, he felt it along his entire length. This woman was going to drive him insane. With one hand, he rummaged in his bedside drawer for a condom. He needed to be inside her now! He gave one more long lick to her pussy, before slapping her ass smartly. When she looked back and saw what he held in his hand, she swiped it from his fingers and put it on herself. He smiled shamelessly as he watched her sheath him in protective latex. When she was done, she returned the smile.

  Pulling her up across his chest, all smiles were gone, as he tangled his hands in her wild curls for a frenzied kiss. He rolled until he was above her, parting her thighs with his knee. As he began to push forward, they broke off the kiss to look into each other’s eyes. Cam felt something tighten in his chest as he slid home inside her.

  Andrea felt something loosen in hers as their bodies connected again. She spread her legs wider wanting him closer, needing him to be a part of her. Clutching him by the hips, trapping him with her thighs, she felt him begin to move in long, slow thrusts. She was already so sensitive and primed from his tonguing. Her nerve endings were already on fire, her heart rate racing quickly.

  Cam stayed low, wanting as much of their bodies to touch as possible. Each time he stroked forward, he brushed her clit, making her tighten around him, until he withdrew and did it all over again. He rained kisses along her neck and shoulders, wanting her to know how precious a gift it was to be with her. But he also wanted her to know she was his. That there was no going back this time, no escaping what was between them. He slipped his forearms beneath her shoulders, so he could lock her in place for his bucking hips. Then he increased his speed, and the power behind each thrust.

  Andrea cried out as Cam picked up the pace. She dug her nails into his back, lifting her legs to fully wrap around his waist. She wanted everything he had to give! She loved the feel of him pounding into her, the friction against her clit made her want to scream. So much so, she buried her face in his neck and bit down on his shoulder. He responded with a growl that sent an instinctive shiver through her whole body. His hand snaked into her hair, pulling her head back roughly so he could claim her mouth in a fierce kiss.

  Cam was so close. When she had wrapped her legs around him, it had given him a deeper angle. When her inner muscles started to spam around him, it triggered the start of his own release. He bit her lip hard enough to make her lust-clouded eyes open. He wanted them in this together as they went over the edge. Gazing at one another, they soon both cried out in sexual bliss, their climax rocking both their bodies at once.

  When it was over, he let the rest of his weight drop down onto her, trying to catch his breath. A few seconds later he tried to move, only to have her legs wrap tighter around him. So tight he felt small ripples of aftershock move through her. She finally released him so he could dispose of the condom. He returned to bed, pulling her to his side, tucking her head in the crook of his neck. He waited until her breathing went back to normal and her fingers made lazy patterns on his stomach before speaking.

  “Are you okay?” They both knew he wasn’t talking physically.

  Andrea tilted her head up, a dreamy satisfied smile playing on her lips, before draping a leg over him possessively. “I’m fantastic.”

  “You don’t have a sudden urge to go home right?”

  “No, but I do have a pressing need to do it again.” She reached out and grabbed his manhood. “That is, if you think you’re up to it.”

  That startled a laugh out of him. He quickly rolled on top of her. “My buddy may have to catch up, but I can think of some things to get us started.”

  Chapter Eighteen

  Andrea smothered a yawn as she drove down the highway. Even though she only had another hour of her drive to go, she hadn’t quite woken up yet. Of course, she blamed Camden. Yesterday, during their Wednesday lunch date he had convinced her to stay the night with him before hitting the highway. She’d agreed of course, wanting another night in his bed. After all, she would be gone for the long Christmas weekend. As she continued to drive, she thought back on the last five days.

  After the second time they’d went at each other on Friday night, they’d fallen asleep and hadn’t gotten out of bed until almost noon on Saturday. Since it was lunchtime, they’d eaten leftovers from the night before. Afterwards, he’d hauled up a fake Christmas tree from the basement with boxes of ornaments, along with various tree trimmings. They had sat around in nothing but robes, decorating. He mentioned
it was the first tree he’d helped decorate since he’s parent’s death. That led him to telling her funny stories about his childhood and she’d shared some of her own as well.

  A playful fight with tinsel, ended with them having sex in front of the tree. The rest of Saturday had been spent alternating between doing nothing and more fooling around. Sunday, when he’d woken up with a morning hard-on, she’d been more than happy to take care of it. She was sore in all the best places! He’d given her a massage that ended up being more for his benefit than hers, before they finally settled down. Rounding out the majority of that day watching movies and talking.

  At around eight o’clock that night, she’d made noise about needing to go home because of work the next day. They’d had sex one last time, with her bent over the end of the couch, before she headed out. When she’d finally gotten home, all she’d wanted was a proper soak in the tub. Since she was afraid of falling asleep and drowning herself, she’d settled for a hotter-than-normal shower instead. They hadn’t seen each other until their lunch date three days later.

  She had never been a sex-crazed woman. Sex was usually nice for her, but had never left her craving it. She had always been able to take it or leave it. But with Camden, the flood gates had been opened and she seemed to want him all the time. Which was why she’d gone home on after work, loaded up her luggage and headed to his house for more intoxicating lovemaking.

  She’d been caught off-guard by what else she’d gotten from him. They had been naked on his bed when he’d reached over into his nightstand, where she’d assumed he was getting a condom from his never-ending supply. Instead, he’d pulled out a jewelry box.

  “Cam you didn’t!”

  “I did.” When she just looked at him, he continued. “Aren’t you going to take it?”

  “I can’t take a gift from you.”

  “You don’t even know what it is yet.”

  “Whatever it is, I can’t accept it. You didn’t have to get me anything because we’re…you know.” She nodded to the bed.

  “Baby you good in the sheets, but I got this for you when I was in California before the holidays. I meant to give it to you last weekend.” He tweaked one of her nipples and grinned at her. “However, I had other distractions. Come on, Andrea take the gift, it’s the season of giving after all.”

  She had reluctantly opened the slim gold box to reveal a cable wrapped amethyst stone, with a ring of tiny diamonds on a sterling silver chain. “Oh, Cam it’s beautiful!” Before she could say anything else, he was putting it around her neck and fastening the lobster clasp. She went to speak, and he shook his head.

  “Just say thank you.”

  “Thank you. It’s so lovely.”

  “I’m glad you like it. When I saw the color, I thought of you.” He caressed the jewel dangling right above her breasts.

  “I feel bad. I didn’t get you anything.”

  “I can think of something you can give me right now.”

  That had been the end of that conversation, or at least the verbal kind. Andrea couldn’t believe he’d bought her something for the holiday. Sure, she had accepted a few gifts in her previous long-term relationships. Her last boyfriend had gotten her diamond earrings for their six-month anniversary. Which was partially why, when the one-year mark hit, she’d been expecting a ring of the engagement variety, and had been sorely disappointed. She shook off that unpleasant memory and focused on how good it would be to see her parents.

  She had grown up happy, in a middle-class neighborhood, with lovely parents. Cincinnati could be either a nicely blended city, or a very racist one. Strangely, she was thankful for the rough edges she’d had to learn to navigate early. They’d served her well through college and throughout her career as a black woman who needed to be taken seriously. Being a Change Management Consultant at PWC was no easy feat. She made a living telling mainly rich, high-level white men and women what they were doing wrong within their company. She had thick skin, and had to use it on a fairly regular basis.

  She attributed a lot of her strength to her mother. Who to put it plainly, didn’t take shit from anyone. Oh, she never started anything, but she sure would finish it. Bernadette Cole was a freedom fighter and womanist rolled into one. Conversely she was also one of the nicest people you would ever meet, fun, loving and outgoing. Her mother had taught her right from wrong, and how to fight for the right when no one else would. She knew how to stand her ground when adversary came knocking. Now her father, was mostly the opposite of her mom. He was forever calm and easygoing. Oh, he could be a little serious at times, which is where she got that side of her personality from, but he was the perfect balance to her mother’s feistier persona. They were definitely an opposites-attract story, but they made it work. They had planned well and provided for her and their own early semi-retirement. Now, they were able to enjoy their late-fifties by relaxing and waiting on her to pop out a grandkid. Andrea gave a little chuckle at that last thought as she made the final turn into their driveway. She was home!

  “Bernadette, stop squeezing that girl so tight before you cut off her circulation.”

  “Earl, you know you’ll be doing the same thing in a moment. Our only baby is home!” Bernadette sometimes wished it had been medically possible for her to have more kids. Not a lot more, but at least one other. However, Andrea was a blessing, one that she would always be grateful for.

  “You right. Hand me my baby girl!” Andrea was passed to her father, who was sporting a truly ugly Christmas sweater. It was an odd tradition that her father did each year which annoyed her mother. Though she never technically said anything, there was a good bet it would disappear after this weekend, forcing him to buy a new sweater next year. Her mother took her coat and her dad grabbed her bags.

  “Are you hungry?”

  “I could eat.” She’d left Camden’s house at seven in the morning, and had only paused long enough to hit a drive-thru for some coffee.

  “Then follow me to the kitchen and I’ll whip up some lunch for us. We didn’t eat, as we weren’t sure what time to expect you.”

  “Sorry about that. I wasn’t sure this time around when I’d be hitting the road.” Usually, Andrea called them the night before with her plans. Instead she’d forgotten, and called them this morning when she got on the road.

  “It’s fine, your mother just worries about all the idiots driving during the holidays. I’ll go set your things in your room. Go catch up with your mother. Make sure she gives me extra meat, whatever she makes.”

  The house she grew up in was a ranch-style house with a partially finished basement. The main floor housed three bedrooms, one of which had always been the guest room, slash her mother’s craft room. Andrea had urged her mother to dedicate that room strictly for her projects and make her old bedroom the official guest room. Her mother wouldn’t hear of it. Insisting her only child would always have “a room” in their home. As such, Andrea always returned home to a bedroom that still held touches of her high school and college days.

  Now, she sat at the kitchen counter watching her mother pull out the makings for a sandwich, salad, and some frozen sweet potato fries. She was happy to see her mother using the air fryer she’d gotten them last year. Andrea went to work on her father’s sandwich so she could sneak him that extra helping he wanted.

  Her mother saw what she was doing over her shoulder and just rolled her eyes, then took a good look at her daughter. She looked relaxed, if a bit tired, but good overall.

  “So, tell me, how are you doing? Everything okay? Didn’t get a call from you last Sunday.”

  It was not unheard of, but it was rare for her to forget to call. She hadn’t thought of them once while rolling around with Cam. “I’m sorry, Mama, I was just really busy. Everything is good, really good.”

  “Hmm, okay. Pretty necklace you have on! Is that something new you bought yourself for the holiday?”

  “No…” Should she lie…what for? Then again, it was her mother who had
taught her not to take gifts from boys, least they want something back in return. However, her mother was probably the least stuffy person in this house. At the end of the day, she wouldn’t care. “A friend gave it to me for Christmas.”

  “Oh, that was nice of Mika.” Bernadette knew damn well Mika hadn’t given her that necklace. If she had, Andrea would have just said so.

  “Not Mika…another friend of mine.”

  Bernadette resisted rolling her eyes again as she turned over the fries in the fryer, then went to work on the salads. Her daughter could drive her crazy with the way she would circle around a subject before giving information. “Does this friend have a name?”

  “Cam, I mean Camden Holden.”

  Bernadette gave her a pointed look over the salad bowls before asking, “Is he black?”

  “You sound like Mika.”

  “There’s a reason I like that girl. So, answer the question.”

  “Yes, he’s black.”

  “Just checking. With his name, especially the last name, it could have went either way. Anyway, that’s a really pretty necklace. I see it’s your favorite color too. Are those real diamonds?”

  “Yeah, I think so.”

  “Hmm…how long you two been dating? Why is this the first time I’m hearing about him?”

  “Oh, about four months. It’s not serious…I mean it wasn’t at first…I don’t know why he never came up.”

  “I see.” Bernadette let the kitchen lapse into silence as she read between the lines of what her daughter didn’t say. She figured it was serious, which was why she hadn’t heard about this man. Besides, men who weren’t serious didn’t buy necklaces with real diamonds, in a woman’s favorite color after only four months. She was starting to get a pretty good idea of why her daughter hadn’t called her last Sunday. Biting her lip to keep from smiling, Bernadette thought it was about damn time! It had been forever since she’d heard Andrea even mention a causal date. She was happy to know there was a man who’d gotten under her daughter’s skin.