She studied me. “What was different between the rehearsal and the wedding?”
“I got to know you and saw that you weren’t taking shit from anyone.”
She bit her bottom lip and my eyes immediately zeroed in on it. She was trying not to smile, but I flashed back to another time she did that.
“And what was the difference between us meeting at the wedding and the lounge?” she asked, forcing my eyes to meet hers again.
“I was twenty-nine at the wedding and I was thirty-two at the lounge. My motivations were different.”
She quirked an eyebrow. “How so?”
I shifted to get more comfortable, turning my body more toward her. “I’ll answer your question if you answer mine.”
“Okay, fine.” She shrugged. “So, what were your motivations and how did they differ?”
“At the wedding, hell, for most of my life, my motivation was just to see if I could get next to the most beautiful woman in the room. I saw you, I wanted you, I pursued you. You laughed at me, told me I wasn’t your type, and walked away,” I chuckled to myself. “That made me want you more.”
“So, it’s about the chase for you?”
“Yeah,” I answered simply. “The chase was intoxicating.”
“Was?”
“I grew up since then.”
“So, what was your motivation at the lounge?”
I thought back and smiled. “I didn’t have one.” She lifted an eyebrow, so I continued. “Don’t get me wrong. You’re sexy as hell and that dress you wore looked painted on. I remember it clearly—and often. But I respect you and you made it clear that the wedding was a one-time thing. And as much as I wanted you, I respect a woman’s no.”
She nodded slowly, silently assessing me. After a moment she started again. “And what—”
“No, no, no,” I interrupted. “It’s my turn.”
She flashed me a smile. “What’s your question?”
“Why don’t you fuck with me? For real?” I asked, watching her face carefully.
“You’re cool. When you’re not being a womanizer, you’re actually pretty cool.”
I balked. “A womanizer?”
“Um yeah… a womanizer.” She overenunciated. “From what you’ve told me, from what people you know have told me, you don’t do commitment and you keep a continuous rotation of women around. And a womanizer is someone who seduces women and”—she waved her hand at me— “that’s what you do.”
“Fine, I’ll give you that.” I tried to hide my amusement. “But if you think I’m cool, why did you say we shouldn’t be friends?”
Maintaining eye contact, she curled her legs on the couch and cleared her throat. “Because we had sex.”
My face twisted in confusion. “What? You can’t be friends with someone you had sex with?”
“Not when the sex is that good,” she explained.
I swallowed hard.
She wasn’t lying. The sex was that good. But I was still caught off guard by her saying it. I put her feet in my lap so I could move closer to her.
“Well, well, well…” I teased.
“Oh, shut up,” she groaned, rolling her eyes. She tried to pull her legs away, but I caught her ankles and held them.
“You’re right though,” I told her. “It was probably the best I’d ever had.”
Her lips parted, but no words came out.
My heart thumped in my chest as she stared at me. I wanted to kiss her. I wanted to peel the silk pajamas off her body and lick every inch of her. I wanted to feel her skin. I wanted to eat her until she came. I wanted to fuck her until she screamed my name. I wanted her with every fiber of my being. My hands itched to touch her so I did the only thing I could think to do.
“What are you doing?” she whispered, almost exhaling the question.
My thumbs continued pressing into her instep as I massaged her foot. “You guessed that it was all a figment of her imagination,” I told her as she gave in to my massage. I squeezed her heel with one hand and wiggled her toes with the other. “I could stop if you want me to…”
Her chest rose and fell as I applied pressure. “Don’t stop.”
I kneaded the center of her foot until she let out a shaky breath. “I won’t stop until you ask me to.”
The longer my statement hung in the air, the thicker the air became.
Wordlessly, she broke eye contact.
But I saw something in them before she turned her head away from me.
“…if you don’t have to be downtown and you’re not attending the festival, it’s probably best not to venture out,” the newscaster stated.
We watched the news in silence as I massaged her feet. At one point I thought she was just enjoying the attention I was giving her. But a soft snore alerted me to the fact that she had fallen asleep.
“Let’s get you in bed,” I told her as the news went off.
“I fell asleep,” she said, announcing the obvious.
“Yeah.” I wrapped my arms around her and helped her to the stairs. “I got you.”
“I can walk,” she pointed out groggily as she held on to my shirt.
We made it upstairs and entered her bedroom.
Holy shit.
Her bedroom was nice but the first thing that caught my eye was the huge balcony.
I tried to usher her to the bed, but she shook me off.
“I have to brush my teeth,” she told me. Staring up at me, she gave me a sleepy smile. “Thank you for making sure I made it safely, but I got it from here.”
“If you need anything, let me know.” I reached out and caressed her cheek. I let my finger coast down her jaw and her neck, resting on her collarbone.
“What are you doing?”
“Trying not to want to kiss you goodnight.”
She licked her lips. For a moment, I thought she was considering it. Turning on her heel, she strolled to the bathroom in her room. “Goodnight, Bradley.”
I walked out of the room backward, watching her the entire way. “Goodnight, Jamila.”
*****
Chapter 5
My apartment was in downtown Richmond, so the sound of city life would sporadically make its way into my place. Whenever I traveled by myself, I’d have the TV on as background noise. But sleeping alone in Jamila’s suburban guest room with no TV and no Jamila, I was still awake an hour after we’d come upstairs.
I probably wouldn’t have heard anything if I were sleeping, but I hadn’t been able to fall asleep. So, I listened to the buzzing sound coming from Jamila’s room and fought every urge to get up and go in there with her. Instead, I stared at the ceiling in the darkened guest room across the hall with my dick rock hard.
Fuck it, I thought as I started stroking my dick, replaying our time together.
When we met, I tried to pursue her because she was gorgeous. But as I got to know her over the wedding weekend, I found out how cool she was. By the time the wedding reception rolled around, I didn’t think I had a chance in hell, but I liked her energy. She could go toe-to-toe with me and she didn’t fall for any of my shit. I liked that and I liked being around it. When she asked me up to her room, I didn’t even allow myself to get excited because I knew it wasn’t going to happen. And when it did, I put in work.
When I saw her at the lounge, I did a doubletake because she was wearing the hell out of that black dress. It hugged her curves so well that it looked like a second skin. I stared at her for a good two minutes before I approached. I’d seen pictures of her on social media, so I knew her hair was always changing. But that night, she showed off her natural curls and it was so fucking sexy.
“Mmm.”
The moan was soft, but it traveled from her mouth to my ears and I couldn’t help myself.
Climbing out of bed in just a pair of boxer briefs, I crept out of the room and across the hall. Her door was closed, and I didn’t want to be a creep and just listen to her heavy breathing from the hallway. But I listened for a few seco
nds before I knocked.
The buzzing stopped abruptly.
After a slight delay, she answered, “Yes?”
I took a chance and opened the door. “Hey.”
“Hey!” Her voice was a higher pitch as if she’d gotten caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to be doing.
The moonlight poured into the room and I could see her trying to smooth down her scarf while clutching the comforter to her neck. Even though the covers were covering her chest, I could tell she was naked. Knowing that just made my dick harder.
“You need something?” she asked breathlessly as I crossed the room.
“Yeah, I do,” I answered before stopping next to her bed. “I need to make sure you’re good.”
I felt her eyes searing my skin as if she just realized how little I had on. The corners of my lips curled upward as I reached out for the comforter.
“I told you that if you needed anything, I’m here for you,” I reminded her as I pulled the covers back, exposing her naked body and the vibrator lying next to her. “And I meant that.”
When my fingertips grazed her skin, I heard her sharp intake of breath.
“Bradley…” There was a tremor in her voice when she said my name and my dick jumped.
I touched her cheek and ran my fingertips down the side of her face to her neck before traveling between the valley of her breasts. I coasted down her stomach, over her hip and along the length of her right leg. When I got to her ankle, I paused.
“Jamila, let me take care of you,” I uttered, wrapping my hand around it.
She didn’t say anything. She just looked up at me with her beautiful, brown eyes and I had the overwhelming urge to kiss her. I needed her to say yes. I needed her to tell me she wanted this. And not just because her lips were full and pouty. Not because her naked body made my blood rush to my dick. Not because her touch was intoxicating. But it wasn’t just carnal desire. I was overwhelmed with a sense of need.
I needed to kiss her.
I needed to feel her.
I needed to taste her.
I needed to fuck her.
But more than that, I needed her to need it as badly as I did.
Her chest rose and fell quickly as she stared at me with her mouth open.
“Tell me you want me to take care of you and I’ll take care of you.” I licked my lips. “Tell me what you want.”
“Bradley…”
I closed my eyes for a second. The way she said my name drove me crazy. “Yeah?”
“Take care of me,” she breathed. “I need you to take care of me.”
It was the sexiest invitation I’d ever gotten.
Forcefully, I pulled her to the edge of the bed. When she was close enough, I grabbed her face and crashed my lips against hers. She moaned in response. Something deep in my gut tightened as I felt her full lips move against mine. When her arms wrapped around me, she made my heart skip a beat. She let her hands play over my muscles, feeling every ridge, setting my skin on fire.
I deepened the kiss, but then groaned loudly when her tongue grazed mine. That little move sent shivers up and down my spine. Her hands moved down my back and then she started pushing my boxers down. My heart thudded in my chest as I felt her going for my dick.
“Bradley,” she moaned sexily against my mouth.
Both my dick and my heart felt like they would explode at any minute.
“You’re going to kill me,” I told her as I broke the kiss, making my way down her neck, stopping along her collarbone.
“That feels so good.”
I kissed her spot, letting her moans guide me and when I made it back to her mouth, I hovered above for a second. I cupped her cheeks and just stared. Her lips were too soft, and she tasted too good. I’d been there for hours; I didn’t know how I was able to resist her.
“You are so fucking perfect,” I admitted before my mouth moved over hers, setting the pace.
I slid a hand from her face to her neck, squeezing with the silent promise of coming back. I continued moving down until I reached her nipples. They were so hard. I used the pad of my thumb to gently toy with them and she moaned.
I had to put one in my mouth.
Breaking the kiss, I pushed her back on the bed so I could have full access to her entire body.
God, she’s sexy.
Her brown, upturned nipples looked like Hershey’s kisses, but they tasted so much better.
I sucked one into my mouth causing her to moan loudly. Swirling my tongue, I tweaked the other nipple. I alternated back and forth until I felt her hips rotating beneath me.
Yeah, she’s ready.
“You know when I said you were my destiny?” I asked, trailing kisses down her body until I got to the apex of her thighs.
“Yes,” she panted, anticipation had her body trembling.
I put a leg over each shoulder, and I hovered over clean shaven flesh.
“I meant it.”
Without wasting another moment, I let my tongue slide across every square inch of her slit.
“Oh shit,” she gasped, arching her back and rolling her body against my tongue.
I loved the way she tasted. I loved the way she reacted to me. There wasn’t anything I wanted more than for her to come on my tongue.
I dropped my hand to rub my dick as I alternated between sucking and flicking her clit.
“Yes, there,” she purred as I started sucking her clit again.
I played with her until I felt the tension building and the spastic movements of her hips. Looking up at her, I wanted to commit that image to memory. Her hair was wild, and her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. Her eyes were shut tight as she played with her nipple.
I stuck my tongue inside her, drinking her before I returned to her clit.
“Oh my God,” she moaned. Her jaw dropped and her mouth was wide open as I sucked and flicked at the same time.
Her moans became more insistent as I felt her coming undone. I rolled her clit between my lips while she feverishly gyrated against my tongue.
“Yes,” she cried. “Yes, I’m—”
Her thighs sandwiched my head before she trembled against my lips, bathing my face in her juices. Even though it was muffled, I could still hear her panting loudly. When her legs went slack, I pulled up so I could see her better.
Just seeing the satiated look on her face made me want to pound on my chest. But when she opened her eyes and looked at me, the hair on the back of my neck stood up.
I crawled up her body, kissing my way to her lips. When my mouth covered hers, she kissed me deeper and harder than she had before. Wrapping her legs around me, she raised her hips so the head of my dick would make contact with her.
“Jamila,” I groaned.
Unraveling her legs from around my waist, I spread her legs wide, opening her up before me. Eyeing her splayed out in front of me, I couldn’t help but stroke myself. I wanted her so bad that I was starting to lose control. I wasn’t thinking clearly.
No. Don’t do it, I warned myself.
I’d never wanted to slide in anyone unprotected. But with her, I wanted to. I needed to.
“Your pussy looks so good,” I told her as I strummed her clit with my thumb. “And it’s so fucking wet.” I exhaled as I moved my thumb down so I could listen to her wetness. “You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”
She raised up on her elbows. “Why are you teasing me?”
“Because I’m trying to be good and not do what I want to do.”
Her tongue moved from one side of her mouth to the other. “What do you want to do?”
“I want to slide inside you and really feel you.” I rubbed her clit harder. “I want to fuck you until you come.”
“Then what are you waiting for?”
I pushed her legs back further and lined myself up against her. “You want it?” I asked her, my body already giving in to her.
She blinked up at me. “I need it.”
“Fuck,” I s
ighed as I sank into her. She was warm, wet, and tight.
So fucking tight, I thought as I slid each inch slowly into her.
My fingers flexed against her thighs as she quivered against me. My heart pounded in my chest as I watched her. Her eyes were closed, and she gripped the comforter as I fed her my dick. It took everything in me to go slow. I’d been on edge all night, but as she sucked me in, I damn near lost it and I was straining to keep my composure.
Once I was as deep as I could possibly go, I pulled out just as slowly as I worked myself in. Over and over, I teased her with long, deep strokes. My hands worshipped her body as I kept the slow and steady pace. Her moans were music to my ears, and I wanted to play the song on a loop.
“Shit,” I groaned as she shuddered.
“Please…don’t stop,” she begged.
As badly as I needed to calm down so I didn’t finish early, something in her tone held me hostage. I was no longer in control and the only thing I wanted was for her to come. Letting the tempo build, she met my thrusts and matched my urgency.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she repeated as she reached up and ran her hands over my chest and arms.
Holding her hips with both hands, I slammed into her with enough force that my balls slapped her ass. Each time she screamed my name, so I did it again.
“God, you feel good,” I grunted as I drove into her harder with each stroke. I watched her breasts jiggle deliciously as she seemed to get wetter, tighter, and sexier all at once.
“Bradley,” she whispered, rotating her hips. “I’m going to come.”
“Come for me.”
Her toes curled and she clenched down around me.
“You need it, baby?”
“I need it. I need it,” Jamila whimpered in her sexy, breathy voice. “Bradley, I need you.”
Every time she said she needed it, I believed her. There was a longing in her voice that spoke to something deep inside me.
“Oh, shit,” I panted as I felt the pulsating suction of her around my dick.
The sound of her wetness echoed between our grunts and the slapping sound of flesh against flesh. I knew she was reaching her peak. Her pleasure was written all over her face.
If how good it felt didn’t take me out, the faces she made would’ve done it. As good as it felt being inside of her, making her come felt even better. Knowing that I was the reason her eyes rolled to the back of her head fueled me.
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