Love Me Now

by Celeste O. Norfleet

  “No.” She pouted. “Maybe not. I don’t think you want me.”

  He nodded breathlessly. “Yes, I do. I want you.”

  “Really?” she said, toying with him.

  He nodded, nodding his head like a bobblehead doll. “I want you, I want you,” he repeated.

  “Nah, I’m not convinced.” She unsnapped the front clasp on her bra, freeing her breasts, but keeping the lace material in place. Trey’s eyes fastened instantly. She teased him by revealing more of her breasts each time she breathed deeply. The sweet swell of her nearly exposed breasts stoked the raging fire. He reached up to touch her then stopped and looked into her smiling eyes.

  She shifted her body, grinding against his increasing hardness. Doling out torturous pleasure was her intent and she succeeded well. “Oops, is that you down there?” She reached down and unfastened his belt, then slowly pulled it free from the loops.

  She took his hands and wrapped the belt around them. He was bound. She tightened the belt then pulled it up, raising his hands up behind his head. He looked completely helpless, but she wasn’t fooled. His tightened muscles showed too much strength and power to think that he was completely trapped. He merely allowed her to play, so play she did.

  “You know,” she began as she unsnapped his pants as if it were the most normal thing in the world, “one of my favorite classes in college was drawing nudes.” She shifted again. Trey groaned earnestly. “Um, there’s something about the body that fascinates me. Most designers don’t like the drawing part, but not me. I like seeing and drawing hard bodies. Not too muscled, but just right.”

  She scratched her nails over his tightened arms, feeling the curve of each sculpted muscle. “Mmm, I love seeing muscles work. Like the biceps and triceps. Did you know that they work together to control forearm movement?” She shifted her hands upward. “And the deltoid, thick and triangular, attaches here, to the scapula. And this is the trapezius.” She reached her hands around his neck then leaned in and kissed his biceps, triceps, deltoids and trapezius.

  Afterward she reached up and touched his face, and then slowly traced her fingers down his body, from his neck to his shoulders, his chest to his stomach, his navel to…lower. The tiny wispy hairs she remembered so well from before. They captured her attention now. She gently played with them, torturously dipping lower and lower and lower. She found the core of her hunger. The iron stiffness of his body moistened her. She held him secure, feeling his thickness. She smiled, assured of her victory.

  “Kenya,” Trey groaned, his voice deep and husky with passion. Each breath he took was measured and desperate. She continued toying with his body while sending chills into her own. She reveled in her newly found power. She felt him tighten his control. “Kenya,” he repeated, even more strained.

  “Yes,” she answered nicely.

  “Yes,” he repeated automatically.

  She placed one hand on his chest, and then boldly began to stoke him. Each tremor prompted her further. She could feel his heart pound. This was everything she wanted. She stroked and he gasped. She set a rhythm, pulsating to the beat of his heart. Then, without warning, like an iron vise, he grabbed her hands. “You have about five seconds to make your point,” Trey stated in no uncertain terms.

  Kenya smiled, still reveling in her power over him. “Five,” she began, slowly moving her hips, grinding against him. “Four, three, two—” She never got to one. Trey grabbed her, removed her bra and reversed their positions. She straddled him again, although this time her legs encircled his hips. It happened instantly. In the blink of an eye she lay on her back, collapsed and reclined on the soft sofa pillows. He hovered over her. The smooth lightning-speed action took her breath away. “No fair,” she protested in vain.

  “Let’s play my game now.” The ominous way he spoke sent a ripple down into her stomach. She shuddered. She had taunted and teased him without mercy. There was no telling what he had in mind for her. But before she had the chance to even consider the possibilities, his mouth fell to her breast. He suckled long and firm, drawing her into the fullness of his mouth. Her body betrayed her and she arched up, meeting his heavenly pull.

  The wondrous feel of his mouth sent shivering tingles all through her body. How do you despise a man who makes your body scream in pleasure? How do you resist the tempting call of your primal need? At that moment he was everything she desired and everything she wanted and so much more.

  He gathered her breasts together, licking each nipple as his head turned from side to side. She moaned as her body ached for him. He was fierce in his assault and she savored every second. He rose up and kissed her, letting his hands wreak havoc with the rest of her body. He touched her there, slipped low, between her legs, still fully covered.

  She felt his hips move as his hardness pleaded to enter. She was breathless and near panting. That’s when he kissed her neck and shoulders and breasts and stomach, and the blinding thought of more made her call out his name. “Trey.”

  “Yeah, I agree, let’s do this.”

  He leaned back and stood in one fluid motion. Then he reached down to her and helped her to her feet. She rose to stand in front of him. He tipped her chin and kissed her slowly, passionately. She didn’t remember anything else, certainly not how she got up the stairs. When the kiss ended they were standing in the doorway of his bedroom. He glanced over to the bed, then back at her.

  “I’m not sure what this is, or how we got to this point, but I’m glad we did,” he said earnestly.

  “I know, we just met this morning.”

  “A lot has happened since then,” he said. She nodded, and then looked over to the bed. “If you want to wait, I’ll understand.”

  “Do you have any?” she asked.

  “Yeah.”

  She reached up and kissed him while pulling him into the bedroom. He guided her to the bed. She stood as he unzipped her pants and let them fall to the carpet. She stepped out and stood with heels and panties. Trey looked down the length of her, smiling. “You are a remarkable woman—beautiful, intelligent and incredibly sexy. You have no idea what you do to me.”

  She touched him gently. “I think I have a pretty good idea.” She helped him remove the rest of his clothes. They stood there, him fully naked and her with panties and heels.

  He sat down on the side of the bed and guided her to stand between his legs. He touched her breasts, the flat of her stomach and then down the backs of her legs and up over her buttocks. “You have no idea what your body does to me, or what I want to do to your body.”

  “Tell me. No, better yet,” she corrected, “show me.” He turned her around to the side and admired the rounded apple of her bottom. He caressed her cheeks then kissed her hip gently. He turned her completely around and ran his hands up to her shoulders, then down to her knees. Her skin was like silk and all he wanted to do was touch her.

  He pulled her back closer so that he could easily feel the front of her. His hands, reaching up, covered her breasts, squeezing gently, feeling the rounded soft flesh. She fit perfectly into his grasp. His hands drifted down, touched the elastic lace, then slowly peeled it from her body. He released her.

  “Turn around,” he requested. She did. As soon as he saw her completely naked his eyes sparkled. He took a deep breath and licked his lips, then nodded his approval. He was obviously awed by the gift.

  Kenya smiled at his reaction to seeing her. She knew she was fit, of course, but it was always nice to take a man’s breath away. “Where are the condoms?”

  “In the drawer,” he said.

  She stepped away and walked to the drawer, perfectly comfortable in her skin, and knew that Trey was watching every step she took. She opened the drawer and took out two condoms. When she turned, his eyes were glued to her. He shifted back onto the bed as she returned. She climbed on top then reached to remove her heels.

  “No, leave them,” he muttered. She nodded at his request then opened the package and rolled the latex down over him.<
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  He settled her hips and held her waist, guiding her close. On top, she kissed him, opening her mouth and accepting his tongue. Sweetly, gently, they savored the passion, kissing firmly and steadily. His hands roamed everywhere as she adjusted her body to hover over him. She reached down and placed him at the tip of her core. Then with steady ease she lowered her body and impaled herself onto him.

  Long, hard and thick, he filled all of her. She gasped, nearly blinded by the sensation of fullness. She arched her back. He sat up. She instantly felt his mouth capture her breast. An instant later she began to rock her hips up and down. The slow easy motion was like riding. Each sensuous movement stroked her nib, while also deepening his arousal.

  The pull of his mouth and the friction of his body built to a steady climax. The rapture had begun. She rocked into him and he rocked into her. The building fever increased in vigor and thrust. Soon they were mindless in passion. The throbbing strokes of sensual pleasure surged, unrestrained beyond their control. They had abandoned the calm, allowing the fierce pulsating hunger to build. Quickening the pace faster and faster, she gasped for air. Holding him tight, she felt her body begin to soar. Seconds later her body rocked with spasms. Then a blasting, blinding light of passion and ecstasy enveloped her.

  She climaxed, shuddering as his body continued to thrash into her. She climaxed again. Seconds later he came, meeting her. The second orgasm was just as blinding as the first. She dug her nails into his shoulders and held on as she climaxed again. He grabbed and held her tight. An instant later she collapsed against him and he relaxed back, taking the full weight of her body.

  They lay there, exhausted, deep in spent passion. Their competitive nature had tempted and prolonged their release, amplifying their lovemaking to reach higher. She was in control, he was in control, they had shifted and shared, yet neither one held power over their hearts.

  Chapter 9

  Dawn’s morning light peeked low and embraced their naked bodies as they lay in each other’s arms, basking in their recent lovemaking. Three empty packages attested to their passion the night before. Trey was awake but he kept his eyes closed, savoring the moment. The feel of her bare body pressed against his was too good to be true. Her breasts, soft and generous, flattened against his chest. Soft and supple. He liked the feel of them pressed to his body. Actually, he liked the feel of everything about her.

  Initially he had no intention of making love to her. He was just curious as to what game she was playing and how far she’d go. She was her father’s child, so trusting what she said was out of the question.

  “I think I’d like to sketch you one day,” Kenya said.

  “That might work.”

  “Nude,” she clarified.

  “I don’t think so,” he said with his eyes still closed tightly.

  “Oh, come on, your body is perfect for nudes.” She ran her finger down the length of his chest and dipped into his navel.

  “I don’t think so,” he repeated, stilling her hand before she went lower.

  “Why not? I’ve already seen the family jewels,” she joked, peeking beneath the casually draped sheet.

  “I’d rather not have others see the jewels.”

  “You think I’d display it?”

  “I think naked photos, video recordings and other embarrassing images have a curious way of becoming public.”

  “This sketch,” she said, leaning close to his ear, “I promise will be strictly for my personal appreciation.”

  He smiled. “I’ll tell you what, I’ll think about it.”

  “Why do I not believe that?”

  “I would never lie to you, Kenya.”

  “Really?” she asked skeptically.

  “Yes,” he said, opening his eyes, “never.”

  “Good.” She almost believed him.

  Kenya lay a while longer until she heard Trey’s steady, even breathing. She knew he’d fallen asleep again. She figured he was tired. After all, he had been up most of the night. She smiled dreamily. She had no idea what had come over her. Sex, as a whole, was great and she enjoyed it, but with Trey it was truly amazing.

  Maybe it was their competitive nature. All she knew was that she couldn’t get enough of him. She craved him. As soon as they’d finished making love, she wanted him all over again. Her appetite for him was ravenous. He shifted position.

  “Hey, are you awake?” she asked.

  “Are you trying to kill me, woman?” he asked.

  “Now why would I want to do that, when having you alive and healthy is a lot more fun?” She inched against him, arousing his body again.

  “Give me fifteen minutes.”

  “Come on, where’s your adventurous spirit?”

  “Exhausted,” he confessed. “Fifteen minutes.”

  “Five,” she countered.

  “Twelve,” he negotiated.

  “Five,” she still insisted.

  “You don’t surrender, do you?”

  “Never.”

  “You know what, I have a better idea. Come here.”

  He nudged her closer as he rolled her over to drape across his body. “Turn around.” She did. He reached down and moved her leg up over his thigh. Her legs were spread wide. He began touching her, first her breasts. He massaged the nipples to pebble between his fingers. Then he felt her full frontal, touching and exploring every inch of her body. Kenya closed her eyes and rolled her head back. It felt so good when he touched her. “Trey,” she rasped. He was so attentive to her body, he didn’t respond. “Trey,” she repeated.

  The man’s playful hands needed to be classified as secret weapons. He teased her and she writhed beneath his skill. When he dipped lower she gasped and instinctively inched away, but he held her firm. “Where do you think you’re going?” he whispered playfully. “Uh-uh, you’re not leaving me now. This is the best part.”

  There was no way he was going to let her miss this. He caressed the soft delicate curls then pressed into her. She moistened instantly, surrounding his fingers. He repeated the stroking then began to tweak the nib of her passion. She gasped and jerked then strained to control her breathing. “Trey.”

  She squirmed away again, but this time he met her with more torturous pleasure. He began pressing rhythmically. She joined him, moving her hips to the cadenced of his fingers. The sweet relentless torment was divine. She writhed in sweet ecstasy as the intensity of the rapture swelled. Seconds later, she cried aloud, then again and again. Each blinding spasm eclipsed the last against his continued assault. She climaxed again, then once more, jerking stronger, harder, fuller, each blissful time.

  “Okay, okay,” she begged, stilling his hand between her legs. “I give.”

  “Do you surrender to me?” he asked triumphantly.

  “Yes, yes,” she whispered.

  “Say it,” he instructed.

  “I surrender to you.”

  “Good. Now, woman, let me sleep,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight. She did for twenty whole minutes.

  A half hour later Kenya got up. She grabbed some of her clothes and headed to the bathroom. When she returned Trey was still asleep. Seeing him lying there gave her a pang of regret. She had every intention of hurting this man. He had destroyed her father’s dreams and made a fool of him. She was going to make him pay.

  But being with him, and seeing him lying there now, softened her heart. Maybe she couldn’t do this. No. She was going to do this. She needed to do this.

  Steeling her emotions, she went downstairs and looked around the living room for her bra and top. She found her bra on the floor between the sofa and the coffee table. She put it on then picked up her top. As soon as she did she saw a briefcase sitting beside the side table.

  Curiously, she looked around then sat down, picked up the briefcase and opened it. There were a few legal documents, several loose papers and a thick red presentation folder inside. She pulled out the red folder and flipped through quickly. There was a list
ing of company names. She scanned down the list then stopped when she saw Whitaker Real Estate, her father’s company.

  She turned back to the first page, reading quickly. It was a listing of the company’s current assets. She turned back to the listings page. She didn’t recognize any other companies listed. But she did find the names of clients. There were senators, judges and a few names she knew from the newspapers. She figured that he probably stole from them, too. They just didn’t know it yet.

  She grabbed her purse and pulled out her cell phone. Adjusting focus, she quickly laid the folder out and began taking photos. She saved each one and then sent them to her e-mail address. She was almost finished when she heard a car alarm beep twice outside. She quickly began putting the papers back into the folder. Just as she finished and closed the briefcase, the front door opened. “Hello, Trey, it’s me.”

  Kenya hurriedly placed the briefcase back where she found it. Just as she stood up a young woman walked into the living room. Kenya’s top fell from her lap to the floor. She quickly picked it up and put it on.

  “Well, good morning,” the young woman said, smiling knowingly. It wasn’t too difficult for anyone to imagine what had happened the night before.

  “Good morning,” Kenya said calmly then smiled at the obvious awkwardness. The last thing she needed to deal with was baby-mamma drama but it appeared that it was unavoidable. “Insert uncomfortable moment here,” she joked.

  The young woman chuckled. “Sense of humor—” she smiled and nodded “—that’s good. Awkward moment, yeah, just a bit. But don’t mind about me, I don’t really count.” She tossed her jacket and purse down, then perched her hip on the arm of the sofa. “So you’re new, right?” she asked.

  “New, as opposed to not so new?” Kenya asked.

  The woman chuckled again. “Funny. Excuse me for staring, but you look really familiar. Have we met before, at GWU maybe?”

  “No, I don’t think so,” Kenya said, figuring she might have seen her sister Sidney there.