Letting?
Who was I kidding? I was sure I received more from our bedroom trysts than he did. I laid on my knees, shoulders, and the side of my face while my wrists were bound behind me, resting my rear, and my ankles attached by the same Neoprene cuffs. Stenton propped my pelvis on a small pillow, leaving me totally exposed for his viewing pleasure. I writhed in the cuffs, tortured by the absence of his touch, but refused to beg.
“Ni?a,” he growled. “You are beautiful in every way. I told you years ago, I can eat you all day.”
My spine shivered. After two orgasms from his face being buried behind me, I still wanted more. Needed more. Stenton made me greedy. He always kept me wondering what was next. He made me feel alive and desired like this.
“I’m going to give you just one last one because you can’t stay in this position all night.”
Then I heard him rip open the condom. Seconds after, I felt his wide crest breach me. Air blew from my lungs and then Stenton was pulling and pushing rigidly into me. Once he was comfortably fit, his thrusts were more fluid. I had a flash vision of having this regularly, having Stenton around permanently. I relished each plunge he fed me, feeling I couldn’t get enough. Pleasure built in my core as I cried out unabashedly.
“Yessssss…” he enunciated through his teeth.
My body tensed, preparing to detonate and this would be different from those before it. Meeting the onrush of pleasure, I slammed back into Stenton, according to his rhythm.
“I love this. I love you!”
“Fuck, Zo!” he drawled out with a slackened mouth. “You’re gon’ make me—”
And he did. Stenton’s long frame shuddered over me, from behind and I enjoyed every second of feeling him become undone. There was no better bliss.
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I shuffled in the sheets, regretfully awakening from my sleep. I heard him, which is likely what stirred my subconscious. I flickered my lids, blinking away the haze from my pupils. Then found him down at the foot of the bed, deliciously nude—and inked—from the waist down with his back to me. Stenton was on the phone, speaking low. I could detect the irritability in his raspy morning voice as I sat up, haphazardly covering my breasts. He must have felt the movement of the mattress because he craned his neck back to look at me. My eyes softened, reflecting his. When he turned back to muffle in the phone again, something didn’t feel right.
“Yes. Right away. That’ll work. I have to go and get ready. Text me with the other details. Thanks, Srey.”
“Another excursion before we check out?” I teased.
Stenton let out a long breath. I immediately saw the regret in his eyes.
“Zo, I have to catch a flight out to California. Erik Erceg tried to commit suicide last night. Believe it or not, he’s the only person in that family that I had a genuine relationship with. He looks up to me. I haven’t been in touch with him over the summer even though he’s tried to reach out.” I rubbed his shoulder, my heart expanding about him lowering his guard for someone who seemed to have needed him. Stenton was mentor-worthy. “He’s a troubled kid. Drugs, alcohol and bad friends. Good kid; just misguided. Ellis called, begging me to come see about him. She doesn’t have to beg. I just want to make sure he’s okay.”
“Of course. Should I get dressed now?” I shifted to leave the bed.
“No. You stay and take your time leaving. I’ll have Barry or Rob take you back to Philly and then fly out to California right after.”
My stomach dropped, dread fell over me in disappointment. We were separating. Our nirvana was coming to a quick close.