Page 11 of The Way Love Heals

Brittish’s eyes lowered, and one of her brows hiked. She truly thought I was trying to run game on her when I was being honest. Wanting to prove my point, I held my hand out for hers. She looked at it, then up at me, so I nodded for her to take it. When she did, I put it against my chest.

“You feel that?” I questioned, and she pressed her lips together. “I told you. You got my heart beating all erratic. Don’t make me have a heart attack, Brittish.”

“Oh my gosh. Stop being dramatic, Nyle.”

“As you can feel, I’m not.”

She kept her hand there for a bit longer before removing it. For a moment, she was silent, but she hadn’t taken her eyes off me. If she kept looking at me like that, I couldn’t promise I’d keep my hands to myself, with consent, of course. The last thing I ever wanted to do was make anyone feel uncomfortable. I never wanted anyone to feel like younger me did. With Brittish, I could tell it would be hard for me to not want to touch her. There was a gravitational pull between us that I couldn’t control.

“That worked on me,” she finally admitted. “It was cute, and yes. Your heart was beating like crazy, but so is mine. It has been since you walked into the section. Has your presence always been commanding like that?”

“Unfortunately, yes.”

Brittish’s face contoured into a confused scowl. “What do you mean by unfortunately? I mean, I figured it would be nice for someone as handsome as you to naturally receive attention in whatever room you step into.”

“Not all attention is good attention, beautiful. Plus, shit like that doesn’t move me.”

I could feel my mind going elsewhere. It was as if God knew I needed a change of direction because the DJ started playing a slow song, one that Brittish immediately started swaying to. Her eyes were closed as she moved her body to the beat. Those succulent lips of hers mouthed every word, bar for bar, so I locked the song in my mental for future reference.

For now, I needed to see what that body could do against mine.

“Let’s go dance, Brittish. Show me why you love this song.”

Brittish opened her eyes, gave me a closed-lip smile, and laced her fingers with mine. I followed her lead out the section and to the dance floor. The walk was short, but it gave me enough time to admire the body God had blessed her with. She was extremely sexy, and she walked like she knew it too.

Once we made it to her chosen spot, Brittish backed up on me and started winding her hips against me. It was a shame how swiftly my member bricked, but it didn’t stop me from catching onto her rhythm. Getting lost in her was far too easy. I drowned out everyone around us, making it seem as if it was only us and the music. Brittish wrapped one hand around to cup the back of my neck while the other rested on top of mine that held her ever so tightly.

Her neck craned back. I brushed her hair to the side and whispered in her ear. “Can I kiss you right here?”

She nodded and shivered when my tongue grazed her neck followed by my lips. Brittish’s body pressed harder into mine. Our eyes met before our lips did. One simple, brief peck turned into us intertwining our tongues as if our lives depended on it. I’d turned Brittish around to where we were chest to chest. My hand traveled down to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze and slap.

The breathy moan she released against my lips was all I needed to ask, “Do you want to get out of here?”

With haste, she answered, “Yes.”

“Do you want to go tell your friends?”

“I’ll send a text.”

“Say less. Don’t worry, beautiful. I’ll take good care of you and your body.”

Once we stepped over the threshold of my house, I guided Brittish back to my room. Our mouths collided the second the door was shut. I slithered my tongue into her mouth, carefully moving her back toward my bed where I laid her down. I savored the taste of liquor on her tongue. Her kisses tasted good, making my mouth water for what she held between her legs.

Brittish’s dress rose up her thighs, and I could feel the heat coming from her center. My lips traveled down to her chin, stopping at her covered breasts. She was highly blessed in that area. From the way they set up, I could tell she didn’t have a bra on. Her nipples were looking at me as if they were silently begging me to taste them.

“Let me get you out of this,” I stated, standing up and helping Brittish to her feet. My dick stiffened more at how sexily she peeled the dress off, exposing her curvaceous body. I nodded toward her thong and said, “I need you up out of that.”

“Come get me out of it.”

That was all she had to say.

With my hand around her throat, I flicked my tongue over her bottom lip and sucked on it as I lay her back onto the bed. Her breathing increased. The way her chest rose and fell the further my lips traveled down her body excited me. My tongue swirled around her chocolate drop nipple, and her back arched. A light but firm suck had low, pleasing moans escaping Brittish’s mouth, ones I wanted to inhale.

Her hands went to my head, and her fingers parted my hair. I pecked all the way down her stomach, stopping right at the top of her slit. Our eyes met as I pushed her legs back and out before coming eye to eye with her pussy.

“I see every part of you is beautiful, huh?” I ran my tongue up her slit and kissed her lower lips.

“Oh, shit!” Brittish hissed when my stiff tongue met her pearl.