The Best Part of Me

by A'zayler

  Goody’s tough exterior ran for the hills, and her flirty side resurfaced. Her arms wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer to her. She looked at his face intently before stopping on his lips. She stared for a minute before smiling goofily.

  “Tell me what I got to do to get fucked up, so I can do it. I like getting fucked up.”

  Neither Goody nor Jerrico held their laughter after that. His hand wrapping around the back of her thighs heightened the sexiness of their current aura.

  “I see you like to test the waters.” Jerrico pressed the button, and the elevator moved again. “I got you, though. This finna be fun.”

  “What is?”

  The elevator doors opened, and Jerrico grabbed her hand, pulling her behind him before winking over his shoulder.

  “Making you like me.”

  Goody snickered because she didn’t know about all of that, but she could definitely see herself keeping him around for a good laugh and maybe some headboard banging sex if he acted right. If he didn’t, she’d throw his ass to the wolves without a second thought.

  When they entered his house, the whole feel was calming. It was decorated nicely, and it was clean. He got two thumbs up for that. Normally, niggas were nasty as hell with half decorated apartments. Jerrico didn’t look to be most niggas, though. His next movement proved that. Before she knew what was happening, Jerrico had picked her up and was carrying her down a long hallway.

  With a slight smile on her face, Goody wrapped her legs around his waist and held eye contact as he walked. The hallway was kind of dark but illuminated once they reached the kitchen. Her eyes closed, and she relaxed in his arms the moment the smell of the food hit her nose.

  “Ready to eat?”

  Goody nodded with her eyes still closed. Jerrico sat her on the kitchen counter and stepped between her thighs.

  “I’ll feed you in a minute. I want you to get comfortable first.”

  He nodded toward the t-shirt on his counter while he picked up one of her feet and began to unbuckle the straps to her shoes. One by one, he took them both off and set them on the floor next to the cabinet.

  “You can go down the hall and change in the living room, or you ca—”

  His words were cut off when Goody slid from the counter in front of him and pulled her dress over her head. Since it was so tight, it got stuck around her breasts, but Jerrico came to the rescue and pulled it the rest of the way. When their bodies touched, Goody purposely pushed her chest out more, making sure he felt her warmth.

  In nothing but her thong and bra, she grabbed the shirt and slid it over her body. Since being on her own, Goody had a new-found confidence that easily overpowered most people, but much like he’d been doing all night, Jerrico showed her that he wasn’t most people. He didn’t offer any words, but he didn’t shy away from watching her either.

  He hadn’t blinked once until it was time to put her back on the counter. When she was comfortably seated in his over-sized shirt and swinging her feet back and forth around his waist, he moved away and began to gather her meal. He looked so at home in the kitchen; she could literally watch him cook all day. He was that peaceful.

  “Jerrico, you look like you fuck chest to chest. Do you?”

  He stopped and looked at her with a sly grin. “Chest to chest? What does that mean? I have an idea, but I’d like you to be sure.”

  Goody smiled. “You look like the intimate type of man. One who likes to make love chest to chest, looking at each other… talking… kissing, sharing feelings. You know, romantic love type stuff.”

  Jerrico looked her up and down while walking toward her with a mouthwatering plate of food. “Is that what you like? Or want?”

  “I don’t know. With you, I might.”

  “So, that means you’re planning to give me your body?”

  Goody looked down to the middle of his silk pajama pants and shrugged.

  Jerrico licked his lips slowly before blowing the piece of steaming fish he’d just taken from the plate. Goody watched him blow on her food without anything rude coming to mind. She was making progress. Normally, she would have cursed somebody out for even putting their hands on her food, let alone their breath. Jerrico, though, he was cool. He put it to her mouth, and she took it. Lord, she died and went to Heaven; it was that good.

  “I’d fuck you any way you want me to.” He picked a piece of fish up from her lip and put it into his mouth. Goody’s body jumped at the amount of intimacy in such a simple notion. “Or make love. Whatever mood you’re in.”

  Goody watched him, unsure of what she wanted to say to that, so she said nothing. Neither did he. However, he made good on his words and fed her. Jerrico literally stood in front of her and fed her the entire plate of fried fish and homemade fries, smiling at every moan she made.

  Later, she found herself stuffed to the max and on the verge of popping an orgasm all over his sofa. Though it was her feet he was rubbing, it felt more like her clit. Her body was so wound up and feeling better than it had in so long that all she could think about was riding him.

  “Jerrico, if you keep rubbing my feet like that, I’m going to fuck you.” She pulled her foot away, but he grabbed it right back. “Just stop.”

  “I think I can keep you from fucking me.” He smiled, and she returned one just as large. “Just enjoy the massage. You don’t have to be in control all the time.”

  “This is me warning you, not trying to control you.”

  Jerrico picked her foot up and placed a kiss on the bottom of it.

  Her lashes batted slowly. “Oh, you trying me now.”

  That boyish laugh that had been winning her over all night came again along with a smile that was too cute not to enjoy. With her phone already in her hand, Goody snapped his picture. Thankfully, her phone stayed on silent, so it didn’t click when she took the picture, but Jerrico’s eyes still rose to her.

  “You taking pictures of me?”

  Goody looked confused. “What? No.”

  “Sure, you didn’t. It’s cool, you can take pictures.” He pulled her body down the sofa so that she was closer to him.

  So close that her private parts met his, touching… Oh, the heat that it brought. Goody looked down at their bodies. Her long, brown legs thrown across his much larger ones while his shirt that she was wearing rose, exposing the lace from her black panties. With her black fabric meeting his, the subtle jump in his pants didn’t go unnoticed or unfelt.

  “Take that picture.”

  Goody’s eyebrows rose.

  Jerrico took her phone and took a picture of where their bodies met. He then tapped her screen some before handing it back to her.

  “I sent it to myself.” His hands circled her back, and he snatched her closer.

  Practically sitting on his lap, Goody licked her lips and took a deep breath. Jerrico wasn’t saying much out of his mouth, but his body was darn near singing. His chest widened as he breathed and held her snugly against him. His eyes hadn’t stopped their dancing all night, nor had the methodic rubbing of his fingers against her back. The tension was building to something that Goody wasn’t sure she could handle with her panties still on, so she tried to back up some.

  “Don’t move.” Jerrico was stern, and she obeyed. “You’re powerless like this.”

  Goody’s soft eyes went to his face.

  “You can fuck some shit up with that mouth, but now I see.” His large, chocolate hand gripped the top of her thigh and squeezed it as he rubbed up and down her leg.

  “See what?” Goody breathed lowly.

  “How to disarm you.” He pecked her nose. “How to make you weak.”

  “I’ll never be weak. I don’t care what position I’m in.” Goody found her voice at the mention of being weak for a nigga. No way, no how. “Don’t get this sex shit confused with me being soft.”

  Jerrico sat calmly, allowing Goody to mouth off without interruption. He was so calm that it almost made her feel stupid for going off the way that
she had, but stupid or not, she’d meant what she said.

  “You done?”

  More egg dripped down her face. She kept it G, though.

  “Maybe.”

  Jerrico pushed some hair from her face so he could grip the side of her neck. “I didn’t mean weak in a bad way, so don’t take it like that.” His hand went back to her hair, rubbing and pulling. “I meant weak for me.” His lips came dangerously close to her mouth. She jumped, and he smiled. “See what I mean?”

  Damn. She did.

  “This is the first time you’ve been as soft as I need you to be.” The length of his fingers dropped between her legs and found a place that she seldom allowed visitors anymore. “So, just be quiet and let me do this.”

  Goody’s head fell back, and her eyes closed. Jerrico’s mouth was now on her neck, his tongue licking small circles around her throat. His full lips accompanying the warm moisture that the thickness of his tongue left. Slowly, he ran his finger along the seam of her panties. Not going too far in, but definitely no longer on the outs anymore.

  “Paradise, tell me what makes you feel good.”

  Goody’s eyes fluttered open, and she raised her head so she could look at him. Confidently, he sat staring at her while seducing her with just the pads of his skilled fingers. Like he’d been doing all night, Jerrico eyed her shamelessly. He was waiting for an answer, and she was trying to think of one.

  “Why? Are you going to do it?”

  He grabbed his bottom lip between his teeth and finally pushed his finger into her panties. It was dripping wet and sliding his finger from one spot to the next. Expertly, Jerrico pushed in, and Goody gasped. It was tight, and her eyes were fighting to stay open.

  “So, I’m assuming it’s not just me that you’re mean to?”

  With closed eyes, she inhaled. “Why you say that?”

  “By the feel of you, ain’t too many men been up in here.”

  Goody’s thighs trembled as he added his thumb to the already quaking equation. He rubbed, pushed, pulled, and massaged her to the brink of explosion. She’d long ago started breathing heavy and preparing herself for a release, so when Jerrico leaned down and bit her nipple through the shirt she was wearing, she fought no more.

  “Jerrico, oh myyyy gohhh.” She moaned, and he leaned back upright so he could watch her.

  The way she moaned made him release one of his own. His eyes were cast down between their legs, watching her body perform for him. With her in such an ecstasy induced state, she came… hard. Goody was so in and out that she didn’t even bother to stop him when he picked her phone up from beside them and assumingly took another picture.

  She breathed heavily, still worn out from the easily arrived orgasm that he’d just pushed her to by the soft strokes of his fingers. The old her wanted to be shy, but the roaring dragon that hadn’t been fed in a little over a year was fighting to rip Jerrico’s body to pleasurable shreds.

  “Jerrico.” Her hands grabbed both sides of his face.

  He looked at her.

  “Stop, please,” she whimpered. “I don’t want to fuck you and regret it tomorrow.”

  “Why would you regret it?”

  “Because I don’t like you.”

  Soft laughter shared their space.

  “What if I don’t fuck you chest to chest tonight? What if we do it another… less intimate way?”

  Goody looked away to think of reasons why she shouldn’t sleep with that man. Her body and mind were already sold, but her heart was somewhere totally different. She was bent on keeping him out of it, but sex for her always complicated her thinking.

  “I can tell you need it.” Jerrico pulled his finger from her body.

  All the breath in Goody’s body floated away, and she visibly deflated when he stuck it in his mouth. He licked it clean before returning both hands to the tops of her thighs. Her mind was somewhere in la-la land while he looked completely composed. Well, outside of the full-grown erection standing between them. Goody’s eyes went to it and stayed. Moments later, Jerrico had her hand in his and was making her rub up and down the length of it.

  “I want to ride it so bad.” She palmed her forehead with her free hand and sighed.

  Jerrico scooted down so that he was on his back and pulled her so that she straddled him. Goody wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but anything that did was going to be out of her control. Anything that even resembled some sort of fight in her had run for the hills.

  To see Jerrico lying beneath her in all his chocolate, chiseled glory didn’t help. His chest and arm muscles bulged every time he lifted her small body and slid her back down on him. The friction from his hardness rubbing against her already sensitive love had Goody’s body awakening once again.

  “We’ll just enjoy the feeling. How about that?”

  Goody grabbed a handful of her hair and inhaled sharply. Jerrico had a just gripped both sides of her small butt and was squeezing it for dear life.

  “Tell me what it feels like to you.”

  “It makes me feel like rapping.” She smiled. “It feels like inspiration.”

  Jerrico’s smile lit up the entire living room of his loft. “Rap to me then.”

  Goody now had a smile as big as his. Their eyes met and danced as she pushed away all the words coming to her mind. She loved to rap more than anything in her life, but there was a time and place for everything. Right then it was time for some dick, and that was really all she could think about.

  “Later, baby.”

  Jerrico’s face grew serious as he nodded and continued grinding their bodies together. With his hips working her from her beneath while his hands had free range of her body, Jerrico did the unthinkable. He took her there, with no penetration. Only the feeling, and of course, the friction.

  “Mmm.” She groaned painfully good.

  The moment her head fell forward again, and she squeezed the muscles in both of his arms, she heard him grunt deeply. Goody’s eyes went to his; his dark tide raging for her as he stared back. Encompassed in their silence was the satisfaction of their desire for each other.

  “Don’t stop moaning. I’m doing it too.” He grunted as Goody moaned and rode the shivers derived from her second orgasm of the night.

  Although Goody couldn’t feel it the way she wanted to, the sticky, warm moisture soaking through his pajama pants told it all. With both of their eyes trained on his pajama pants, they enjoyed the evidence of whatever they’d just shared. Surely the large wet spot had come from her, but in there somewhere, he’d come too. She’d felt it.

  “Lay on me.” He pulled her down so that their chests touched.

  Goody looked away and scratched her head. “You don’t think we should clean up?”

  “We can, or we don’t have to.”

  “We’re going to be sticky.”

  He shrugged. She laughed.

  “You don’t care?”

  “Not for real. We’re not doing anything but going to sleep. It can wait until we wake up in the morning.”

  Goody was all for cuddling, but after the day she’d had, she’d really like a bath. Even if it had to be a hoe bath, she’d take that over sleeping dirty and wet. When she didn’t get comfortable on his chest or say anything, Jerrico grumbled and sat up on the side of the sofa with her still in his lap.

  “Come on then.” He huffed and stood to his feet, still carrying her.

  Goody snickered as he walked them into his bedroom. It was all black. Every single drop of it from the furniture to the painted walls. She wanted to look around, but he was moving so fast, she hadn’t been able to. She was whisked from one room to the next with no time to enjoy the scenery.

  Still holding onto Jerrico like a child, Goody watched him turn the shower on and test the water before standing her in front of him. With precision, he removed her shirt and bra. He paused at her panties and raised his eyebrows at her. Goody nodded, and he rolled them slowly down her legs and onto the floor. His pajama bottoms came n
ext.

  Goody decided to take a page out of his book and didn’t look away. She took in every weighty inch of him. The darkness of it made the perfect background for the long, thick veins stretching from end to end. Still semi-erect, the head seemed to swell at just the feel of fresh air. Goody smiled when it jumped and hurried to step in the shower. They’d done what they’d done, and it was time for her to calm her fast ass down.

  “Don’t run now,” Jerrico teased, stepping in behind her.

  She giggled when he shied away from the water. Even stepping into one of the corners, so it didn’t touch him.

  “What you doing all that for?”

  He squinted at her. “Man, that’s you wanting to take a damn shower. I was good the way I was. I didn’t feel like getting in no water. I was comfortable.”

  “You are being such a boy right now.”

  Jerrico looked at her and smiled. “You can stop cutting them li’l Chinese eyes at me. I told you upfront I was good with just going to sleep.”

  “I wanted to go to sleep clean.”

  “It didn’t get no cleaner than what we just did. I didn’t even put my dick in you.”

  Goody’s stomach jumped, and her girl was ready to play again.

  “Even if I had done that, we still could have gone to sleep. It ain’t nothing but us.” He shrugged and finally stepped under the water.

  He didn’t bother trying to avoid her. His body touched right up against hers as he stood with his chest to her back. One arm stretched out next to them, pressing against the wall beneath the shower head. Goody felt so protected. Simple as the gesture was, she felt good being surrounded by him like that.

  He probably wasn’t even paying attention to what he was doing because it was minuscule, but she surprised herself with how much of the little stuff she missed when it came to being with a man. She’d been purposely single for so long that she forgot the small things.

  The water ran over Jerrico’s head, splashing droplets of it all into her eyes and hair. She was sure her curls were going to be dead in the morning, but for that moment, she’d manage.

  “Gone take your li’l shower. You were begging for it, so go ahead and get done.”