“Definitely conceited,” he said, his hand creeping under the hem of my shirt.
I should stop him. If I had any sense, any self-control, I should make him stop right now. Instead, I moved against him restlessly, feeling hot and needy as the nightshirt slid above my waist. He looked down at me, and I felt his dick jump. I bit back a smile of satisfaction. “Kinda fine,” my ass. His fingers moved to the sides of my panties. I let my eyes flutter close as he eased them down my legs and off my body. Then, his hand was back, covering my pussy.
“Open your eyes,” he demanded.
I obeyed as his middle finger slid between my folds. The slight pressure against my clit caused me to moan, a sound he captured with his mouth when he kissed me. I cupped the back of his head, pulling him closer as he dipped one then two fingers inside me. His lips were warm and possessive against mine. Heat rose in me as his tongue stroked my mouth. He pulled back a little bit to nibble on my lips and my attention split between his talented mouth and his clever fingers.
“Mekhi,” I whimpered.
He rewarded me by letting his palm grind against my clit. My hips jerked helplessly against his hand, then settled into therhythm he created between my thighs. His lips slid to my jaw and nipped me there, before easing down to my neck. My fingers tangled in his dreads as he bit and sucked the sensitive skin there, making my breath come in short, desperate pants. I could feel him everywhere, over me, inside me, and it was almost too much.
As if he could tell what I was feeling, Mekhi whispered the words, “Let go,” against my throat. Instantly, my body obeyed him, my thighs widening for him, my head tilting to the side, inviting his kisses. His free hand pushed my nightshirt higher, baring my breasts to his hot gaze. For a long moment, he just looked down at me. I was suddenly self-conscious. I mean, I was well-endowed, way more than what some guys liked. I lifted my hands to cover my breasts and he frowned.
“What you hiding for?”
“I’m not… I…”
I realized how ridiculous I sounded, denying his words when my hands were still clasped over my chest. Slowly, I let them fall. He smiled his approval before dropping his head and nuzzling my nipple. I inhaled sharply as he covered the hard peak with his mouth. He sucked gently, then with more pressure. I moaned again, my back arching off the bed. His hand moved more quickly against my sex. The wet sound of his fingers sliding in and out of me should’ve been embarrassing, but I was too far gone. Already, I could feel pressure building in my lower stomach and between my legs.
“Mekhi…” His name was a plea.
“You like that?” he murmured.
His head was up again, his eyes peering down at me as his hand worked my body into a frenzy. I was close, so close. But then his fingers were gone, and I wanted to cry. I almost did until his thumb—his so, so talented thumb—found my clit and rubbed circles against it slowly. He picked up the pace as I moaned, myhips bucking against his hand until my body seized, caught up in the throes of my orgasm. He stroked me throughout it, even as I tried to push his hands away from my too-sensitive flesh. Even as I cried and whined his name.
Finally, I was spent, too weak to move. I expected… wanted him to climb over me and take me further, complete what we had started. Instead, he brushed his lips against mine and whispered, “Now, take your ass to sleep.”
I wanted to protest until he pulled me against him, and the heat of his body surrounded me. He felt good against my back, and I felt safe in his arms. My eyelids drooped.
“Mekhi?”
“Hmm?”
But I fell asleep before I could respond.
I wokeup with Farrah in my arms, in my bed. That shit threw me for a loop. I had woken up with women next to me, but very few. And I had never woken with one in my bed. In my line of business, you didn’t casually let people know where you laid your head. Farrah had me all off my square. I started to wake her up, but one glance at her peaceful-looking self had me reconsidering. Her face was relaxed in sleep, and she looked so sweet, not like the woman who always had her nose turned up at me.
Of course, she would swear she didn’t. But her little cold attitude and her snappy words said a lot.So did her reaction when you had your mouth and hands on her, I remembered. I couldn’t deny the shit; Farrah had melted for me. And if that hadbeen her reaction to foreplay, I couldn’t help wondering what she’d act like with my dick inside her. That was some shit I was determined not to find out, though. Farrah and I were usually barely on speaking terms, and I had to remind myself of that. Last night was a one-time thing, my reaction to waking up to a beautiful, soft woman spread all over me. It wouldn’t happen again.
One of my phones vibrated on the nightstand and I grabbed it quickly, careful not to disturb her. Seth’s number flashed on the screen, and I answered it.
“What?”
“Nigga, do you always wake up on the wrong side of the bed?” he asked.
I didn’t say anything, waiting on him to tell me what he was calling for.
“Anyway, sunshine, get up. I got news.”
“Hold on,” I said.
“Nah, this not a phone conversation. We need to go to the spot.”
“One hour?”
“Sounds good,” he said before hanging up.
I lay there for a minute, knowing I needed to get up, but enjoying her warm body next to mine. My dick was rock hard where it rested against the soft curve of her ass, and I was about to forget the plans I’d just made with Seth when she started to stretch. Slowly, her pretty, honey brown eyes opened, and she froze when they landed on me. I smirked down at her, and she bounced back from her shock, rolling her eyes and letting out a big yawn.
