As we exited and sauntered to his door, I frantically rolled over in my mind what I would say. During the separation period, one of the millions of reasons I could think would be the reason he broke up with me is our age difference; perhaps he perceived me as immature. It would be an unpopular opinion, but a reason nonetheless. If this was correct, I needed to carefully gather my words. The last thing I wanted him to do was be reminded of his theory. My pulse raced in panic from the clock ticking. I was losing time.
When we stopped at the door I heard the clacking of the lock and knob. A tart film coated my mouth. The door opened and I followed the back of his colorful sneakers. The door slammed behind me, then I was being lifted into the air and my back collided with the wall. Stenton’s tongue was in my mouth and his big hot hands were all over my breasts, thighs and hips. When my legs were somehow secured around his narrow waist, Stenton sandwiched my head between his hands as if he was trying to prevent me from going anywhere.
His kiss stole my breath and in no time I was sparring with him. Though I’d kissed him countless times, this one was different. It was feral. Desperate. Unyielding. He sucked on my tongue with fraught hunger. Then I felt his erection press into my core as he grinded into me. I could do nothing but ride to feel friction. My sex gelled with desire and my leg muscles strengthened to pull him into me. Suddenly, I was reminded of what passion felt like, of what he did to me carnally.
Abruptly, Stenton pulled from me. “Zo,” his voice was gruff, revealing I wasn’t the only one caught up.
I kept grinding into him. “No!” I reached for his face again and all he allowed was a sucking peck.
“Zo, baby, someone is here.”
Huhn?
I turned first to the left. No one. Then to the right where I saw a handsome olive skinned man with beautifully laid dark hair and perfectly arched brows, standing awkwardly at the island, trying to suppress his laughter.
My neck snapped back to Stenton. “Who is that?”
“Remember I said I would feed you? This is Jimmy John, a friend of mine, who has come on short notice to cook Indian cuisine for you.”
My eyes raced in their sockets as I tried to gather myself.
“Do you want to eat now or later?” Stenton gave me a deep licentious gaze.
There was no way I’d muster the appetite to eat after that. I glanced over to Jimmy, who with a broad smile, lifted his hands defensively. Then I returned to Stenton whose eyes never left me, and mouthed, “Later.”
Without time to reconsider, Stenton called out, “Later, Jimmy! Keep that naan hot!” And we were on our way to his bedroom before a handsome Jimmy could reply.
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My frame trembled and my skin glistened from sweat. I was moaning beyond belief, begging Stenton to touch me again. To bring me to another release. My wrists were tied to my thighs, limiting my mobility, but it couldn’t stop my squirming. It was a new restraint device and just as the others before, I loved it. I enjoyed giving myself to Stenton for his direction in intimacy. It exposed another side to him; an aggressive one, so contrary to his ultimate approach to me.
“If you don’t stop, I’m going to tie your legs up, Ni?a!” Stenton stood at the foot of the bed, glaring down on me.
“Stent!” I cried out.
My legs were up in the air and my spine couldn’t remain still from my thrusting. My nipples were peaked and my clitoris throbbed as if he hadn’t just given me two earth-shattering orgasms with his talented mouth. But that wasn’t enough. I needed him buried deep, releasing me from deep within.
“It’s coming, baby. I just need to record what this looks like. Feels like it’s been too fucking long.”
Stenton’s skin was misted as well. His tattoos came to life under the sweat beads. The tips of the barbed wire inked on his shoulders and upper chest appeared sharper in my hazed view. His appendage hung in the air, bouncing in small increments as he rolled on a condom. I was sure to dissolve at the image alone.
“Please!” I was out of breath, panting uncontrollably.
Stenton froze in place, struck with something internally.
“You still trust me after all I’ve put us through?”