Tequila & Lace

by Kimberly Knight

  She finally nodded and I stripped her of her shirt, followed by mine, then took her mouth. She whimpered, her back pressed against the door, my body aching to be inside her. When I lifted my head, I realized she was wearing a bra.

  “Rhinestones?” I smiled.

  She bit her lower lip. “Do you like it?”

  “You wore this for me?”

  “I thought about what you said. About how you used to sleep with clients and since this one was a regular and you—” I silenced her with my mouth. “I’m not sure about sex, though,” she mumbled against my lips.

  “That’s okay, gorgeous. We’re gonna go as far as we can.” She nodded and I grabbed the elastic of shorts, looking her in her eyes. “Ready?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  I pulled her shorts down, revealing black lace panties that matched her black lace bra, minus the rhinestones. It was a sight that I would forever have burned in my memory. “Fuck, baby. You’re beautiful.”

  She blushed and I kissed her again, this time softer, emphasizing how much I loved her and not just how much I wanted her body. I pulled back, looking into her eyes again. This was the time. This was the time for me to tell her. I had to tell her before sex—or whatever this led to.

  “Andi,” I beamed, my hands on her cheeks.

  “Yeah?”

  “From the moment your smart mouth barged into my house, I fell in love with you. I had no idea that my new roommate would be the woman I wanted to spend every second of every day with, but she was. We both have a shitty past, but I don’t care. I want you in my future. I love you. I love you so fucking much.”

  A tear trickled down her cheek and I reached up, wiping it away. “I love you, too—”

  I didn’t let her finish her speech. I didn’t need it. I just needed the three words. My hands wrapped behind her back, unclasping her bra, then I pulled her into the shower, turning it on as our mouths stayed locked. Freezing water shot out of the shower head, but I barely noticed as my tongue danced with hers. My body was on fire. My hands kneaded her breasts, my fingers pinched her nipples and she moaned, her head tilting back as she broke our kiss.

  I adjusted the water and once I got it perfect I realized I still had my jeans and shoes on plus Andi had her panties on. Making quick work, I removed our soaked clothes, tossing them onto the bathroom floor. My dick stood at attention ready to play, my balls ached and my mouth watered—I wanted to devour her in every way possible.

  My gaze flicked up to meet hers, but she was looking down at my cock. “Give me your hand.” Her head snapped to look at me. “It’s okay.”

  Timidly she reached out and I took it, bringing it to my mouth and placed a kiss on her palm then ran it down my chest, the water from the shower letting it slide easily over each ripple of my abs. Her gaze never left her palm as she watched her hand go lower and lower. Just before we reached my shaft, I looked up to find Andi’s eyes already looking into mine. I could see the apprehension and nervousness she was feeling. After a brief nonverbal exchange, she lowered her gaze back down. I watched her reaction as her hand finally wrapped around the head of my dick. She sucked in a breath, bit her lip and then …

  She licked her lips.

  I smiled as I worked our hands back and forth over my cock. Once we started moving in one fluid motion, I removed my hand. Without my guidance, her soft hand glided effortlessly with the water and I groaned, my balls growing tight. I wasn’t sure how long I would last with my girl working me.

  “Fuck, gorgeous, that feels so good, don’t stop.”

  I braced myself with my arm against the tiled wall, enjoying her strokes as she worked the tension from my body. I wanted to give her pleasure in return, but I didn’t want to overwhelm her, so I focused on what she was okay with and that was loving her with my mouth. I kissed her, using my tongue until I couldn’t hold out anymore and I came, jerking until I was spent and could barely stand.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Andi

  I woke to a hand rubbing the inside of my thigh.

  Drip.

  Drip.

  Drip.

  After our shower the night before, we’d gone to sleep. I still didn’t know what happened on his date to cause Paul to come home the way he did and I wasn’t going to ask. When he was ready to tell him, he would—I’d hoped.

  Being able to be the one he came home to—to be the one he wanted—to be the one he needed—felt empowering. He told me he loved me, I loved him and wanted to tell him everything.

  Everything.

  And I almost did, but he silenced me with his mouth and then we did naughty things and before I knew it, he was drained and we were sleeping.

  We still hadn’t had sex. However, I was ready. So ready. Especially after seeing his body last night in the shower and the way he gently took control but allowed me to also have control. It was nothing like twelve years ago.

  I trusted him.

  I trusted him completely.

  “Andi,” he whispered into my ear.

  “Hmm?” I asked, trying to form a coherent thought.

  “I need to tell you more about last night.”

  My back stiffened. He rolled onto his back, his hand leaving my thigh and I almost groaned out of protest.

  Had he slept with his client then came home and told me he loved me?

  “The part about my client went as planned.” He paused for a long time and I wasn’t sure if he was going to continue. I looked over at him and he was staring up at the ceiling, maybe lost in thought.

  “My client was in town for a bachelorette party,” he paused, sighed and then dropped the bomb, “for Vanessa.”

  I raised up on one elbow and faced him. “You saw Vanessa?”

  He turned his head toward me. “Yeah. She wanted to talk, too.”

  “About what?”

  He shrugged. “I don’t know. I didn’t talk to her other than telling her I didn’t want to talk to her.”

  “You didn’t?”

  “Why would I?” He raised up on his elbow so we were face-to-face. “What is there to say? It’s been almost fifteen years and I’m in love with you.”

  “What if she didn’t get the abortion?”

  He stared at me for a beat then laughed. “Oh, she did. She shoved her discharge papers in my face without a word after it happened when she returned to school.”

  “You’re not curious what she wanted to talk to you about?”

  “She didn’t even know I was going to be there. It couldn’t have been that important.”

  “True. But it fucked you up.”

  “I just wasn’t expecting it.” I nodded. “Let’s never speak of her again.”

  I bit my lower lip and looked down at his bare chest. I was still turned on from his hand that was rubbing between my legs when I woke up and seeing his bare, rippled chest was an added bonus. Hooking my leg over his hip, I started to crawl over his body, causing him to lie back on his back.

  “Andi.” He grinned.

  “Shh, I’m ready.”

  “You’re ready, ready?”

  I nodded then raised up, pulling my tank top over my head and tossing it to the floor. His hands rubbed along my bare back as my breasts slid across his chest, our mouths returning to savor each other. I wanted to stay locked together like glue, be with him in this position with me on top forever, his hands in my hair, mine in his, the sound of our lips smacking when we needed air.

  My hips started to move, grinding on his cock. He groaned and deepened the kiss, his fingers dipped into the sides of my panties and he began to tug. I didn’t hesitate as I moved back and forth. I was ready. This was it. This was the moment. I was tired of living in the past just as he was done living in his.

  With our lips never losing contact, he rolled me over onto my back, his hips between my legs. He supported himself on one elbow as the other played with the elastic on my panties.

  “Are you sure?”

  Hoping it would get the message acr
oss, I grinned and lifted my hips, giving him permission to finish undressing me. He returned his mouth to mine and I felt a tug and the tickle of the lace from my underwear on the backside of my legs as he removed them, causing goosebumps to spread. Paul dropped them on the side of the bed then started at my ankles, running his fingertips along the outside of my leg until he reached my hip. A small moan escaped my lips, causing me to break the war our tongues were having.

  He kept his forehead resting against mine. “Still the best fucking noise I’ve ever heard. I wanna hear more.”

  He brought a hand up and cupped one of my breasts, lowering his lips to the other. He started grinding his hips against my core at the same time he twisted the bud of my nipple.

  I threw my head back and gasped. “Oh God.”

  “Shh. It’s okay, baby. Just feel.” Taking one of his hands, he started at my collarbone and traced random patterns down the front of me, circling around each nipple while he blew on them and caused them to pucker. “You’re so fucking sexy,” he mumbled as he started making his way back down to my chest with his mouth. His fingers started a path down to my stomach and the second his fingers came into contact with the swollen lips of my pussy, I jerked.

  “Get out of your pretty little head, gorgeous, and just feel. I got you.”

  I nodded, my eyes closing as he slid down my body. He cupped my mound with his hand, letting me get a feel of him. Without saying a word, he ran two fingers back over my center, applying the smallest amount of pressure to the sweet spot my body was craving.

  “That’s it, baby,” he cooed. “Just feel.” He lowered his fingers again and after a second of teasing, he inserted a single digit. “So fucking wet. Christ, gorgeous…” Slowly pumping his finger in and out of me, he started peppering kisses along the inside of my thigh, slowly making his way toward my core. Once he got to where he wanted to be, he removed his finger and took one long swipe of his tongue.

  “Paul …” I moaned.

  He brought his hands up and used his thumb to spread me open for him. He started flicking my clit with his tongue before latching onto it with his mouth and alternating between flicking and sucking. His fingers probed my throbbing pussy again, starting with one and quickly adding another. The second he twisted his fingers into the perfect position—hitting just the right spot—my back arched off the bed and I screamed.

  I grabbed his face, pulled him to me, and kissed him as if it were my last breath. Tasting myself on him only drove my need and hunger to have him inside of me. With our lips locked, he removed his boxers, and the feel of his hard cock grinding against where my body needed him most almost sent me directly into another frenzy. I wanted him bad. So fucking bad.

  Paul pulled a condom out of his nightstand, ripping it open and rolling it on. Once he returned his lips to mine, he rolled us over again so I was on top. I knew why he did this, and damn if it didn’t make me fall in love with him that much more.

  He grabbed my face with both hands, staring me directly in the eyes, “I love you, Andi.”

  I wanted to tell him at that moment that my name was really Joselyn. Hear him say the words that I’d never heard before: “I love you, Joselyn.” Instead, I asked a question I wasn’t sure how to ask so I just did.

  “Will you help me?”

  A smile—the kind of smile I’d never seen on somebody’s face before—smile of deep, consuming and devoted love, happiness and acceptance crossed his face. “I’m right here, baby.”

  I lifted just enough for him to reach around to ready himself, and then slowly I lowered myself onto him. I stared directly into his eyes as I lowered myself inch by inch, steadying myself with my hands on his chest. It burned as his dick stretched me, the size of him overtaking my pussy.

  “That’s it. Just go slow.”

  It was nothing like my first time. The pain might be comparable on some sort of level, but Paul was allowing me to get used to his size. It wasn’t forced and out of my control. This was all me. I was staring into the eyes of the man I loved. The man I wanted to be with for the rest of my life.

  The lower I got, the less the burn ached. Once I was filled to the hilt, emotions came flooding through me. Tears poured down my face and I tried with everything in me to keep them at bay, but it was no use. I was happy, relieved.

  Paul sat up and wrapped me in his arms. He simply held me while I cried, rubbing circles on my back while my tears ran down his. We stayed like that for a few minutes, Paul inside of me until I was done crying. He looked me in the eyes and I nodded.

  He began thrusting his hips, never once losing eye contact with me until I threw my head back when my orgasm tore through me. Paul followed moments later as he grabbed my hips, pumped hard a few times, and stilled.

  I collapsed on top of him.

  I was emotionally and physically exhausted, but so utterly and deeply in love.

  Paul and I woke up the next morning in a tangled mess. If someone saw us, they wouldn’t have been able to tell where I ended and Paul began. Throw the sheets in the mix and I wasn’t sure if we’d ever be able to untangle. That was okay with me; I was right where I wanted to be.

  Paul was laying on his back with half of my body thrown over his and my head on his chest. This was what it felt like to be in love. This man had my heart—my whole heart—and it scared the shit out of me. As fast and hard as I fell for him, I realized there was a chance that when he discovered everything—because eventually he would—I might lose him. The thought alone made my heart feel as if it was being ripped from my chest. Paul shifted slightly underneath me and abruptly brought me out of my thoughts.

  When he moved, I felt the evidence of a hard-on rubbing against the leg I had thrown over his hips and I smiled at the memory of what had happened the night before. Every time I moved in the slightest, I felt the soreness between my legs. It wasn’t like the first time. It hurt, but this time it was because of pleasure, not pain.

  I lifted my hand from his chest and started tracing the lines of his abs. Wanting to see his face, I slowly lifted my head off his chest. I found him smiling and already looking down on me.

  “Good morning, gorgeous.”

  “Good morning, sexy.” I blushed.

  “It’s sexy now, is it?” He lifted me the rest of the way so I was completely on top of him, forcing my knees to fall on either side of his hips.

  I shrugged. “I’m still trying to find what works, besides,” I smiled and teased him by grinding my hips, “you are incredibly sexy, so it fits.”

  He wrapped his arms around me and flipped us so I was on my back underneath him. I started in a fit of laughter, loving our little power struggle, but when I looked up at him, he wasn’t laughing. He gave me another one of those looks that caused butterflies the size of Texas to flutter around in my stomach and caused my heart to squeeze. He brought his hands up while keeping his elbows on the bed to support himself, and cleared the hair from my face.

  “You’re incredible, you know that?”

  I leaned up and planted a hard kiss on his lips. When he started moving his hips, I threw my head back and let out something between a small moan and a gasp.

  Paul brought his lips down to my ear and roughly whispered, “Are you still sore? Because I had all intentions of letting you rest this morning to give your pussy a break, but seeing you on top of me naked made me want to bury my dick so deep inside you and ride you so fucking hard you don’t know your own fucking name.”

  I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted my hips to rub against his now rock hard cock.

  It was all the invitation he needed.

  Looking in the mirror with my towel wrapped around me, I was doing the finishing touches to my makeup for my first date with one of Martinez’s guys. Jasmine had given me some good tips on how the women in his crew should look. I had perfected the smoky look for my eye shadow, applying a thin line of eyeliner and mascara with just enough blush and a deep red color to my lips. By the time I was done, I barely rec
ognized myself.

  I walked out of bathroom and to my closet. Jasmine had taken me out a few nights ago and walked me through a bunch of stores, trying to help me find the right look.

  “This one!” She held up a small, skin-tight yellow dress with a halter top. “With your skin complexion, your makeup done right, and the right shoes, this would look amazing on you. I’ll meet you at the register.”

  “Wait, I’m not going to be able to bend over in that thing without my goods hanging out.”

  She gave me a creepy smile. “That’s the whole point, honey.”

  I took a deep breath as I pulled the dress out of the closet and hung it on one of the knobs of my dresser. After putting it on and clasping the halter behind my neck, I put my heels on and stood to look in the mirror. Damn! I looked down to fix a part of the dress that I noticed was twisted and when I lifted my gaze back up to the mirror, Paul was walking by and he stopped short when he got to the entrance to my room wearing nothing but grey sweats riding low on his hips. I took in the sight of his chiseled abs as he stepped into the doorway and eyed me from head to toe.

  “Damn, baby …”

  Not wanting Paul to pick up on my worry, I sashayed my way over to him adding a little more sway into my hips than normal, and gave him a peck on the lips, “It’s only a date, sexy. I promise I’ll be home as soon as I can. And don’t worry, I’ll be thinking of you the entire time.” I gave him a wink. “Love you,” I sang before I turned to walk away.

  He grabbed my wrist, twirled me back around and grabbed my face with both hands, kissing the ever loving daylight out of me. In typical Paul fashion, he kept our foreheads connected when he pulled back from the kiss. “I love you too, gorgeous. Please be careful.”

  “I will.” I smiled at him and quickly turned to leave.

  The moment I got in my car, I let out a deep, long sigh. I was scared shitless.