I found my way to his bedroom with ease. As he advised, there was just one door on this side of the second level. When I unhooked the knob and pushed the door, I was chary about what I’d find there.
His room was calm, and dimly lit with hues of browns and hunter green. The ceiling was high and coffered. In the center of it was some fancy material, no ordinary sheetrock. The walls were lined with wainscoting, adding to the elegance. Immediately to my left was a small sitting area with a long suede chaise and coffee table with a messy display of sports magazines. His king sized bed against a tall tufted headboard was on the opposite side of the room, not too far from the window that boasted the Philadelphia skyline. Almost directly across from the foot of the bed, was an open door that I soon learned was the en suite bathroom.
I searched for the light when I entered. Upon the room illuminating I noticed it, too, was a margin of the size of the one in Alpine. Yet it was just as intimidating and well appointed. It reminded me of worldly Stenton. I don’t know where the audacity came from, but I downed the liquid from the drink Tynisha handed me, not knowing what it was. With lessened reluctance, I stripped.
Man! I wasn’t totally settled on sex while on my period, but Stenton was right; I trusted him. And a small part of me—a very irrational and daring part of me—was curious about his desire for me, even in this state.
I wasn’t in there too long before I heard the door crack. I refused to chance a glance behind me; I was too humiliated to open myself to the possibility of one of his guests from earlier being there—or worse, Alton. Nope! I’d keep my eyes stapled ahead. Seconds later, I heard Maroon 5’s Sunday Morning pour from the speakers, making me aware he had surround sound here in Philly, too. This has to be Stenton. He knew what got me charged to seduce me. I was now more convinced.
But when I felt his erection press against the seam of my behind, I knew it was Stenton. It was his length, width, scent and radiating heat that alerted all of my cells and caused them to go atwitter.
“You’re making the sound with the back of your throat again, Ni?a,” his thick baritone breathed into my neck.
I froze. I had no idea I was doing it, but it halted in that moment. I needed to fortify myself. If he wanted me this way, I was doing it.
Stenton lifted my chin over my shoulder and kissed me dizzily. He didn’t allow me time to ease into it. He took my passion straight from my mouth. His big hands splayed across the side of my face and neck, holding me while he inhaled me. My heart stammered in my chest. Volts of electricity surged through my entire body, springing from the core. For moments long I forgot to breathe. If I didn’t know any better I would think Stenton was transmitting his imminent hunger for me through this act. It worked. I melted into his frame behind me. When he pulled back, the cadence of his breathing matched mine, but not his scowl. His scowl spoke of predation.
Stenton rounded me, stopping square in front of my toes. Again, I struggled to stare him straight in the eye. I soon realized he caught on when he gave me a one cheek smile. My eyes shot to the floor. Immediately, I scolded myself for being so starchy. When my eyes started their ascension the first thing I noticed were his bare feet. Gosh! Even they were beautiful. It spoke of his confidence.