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“Nope,” I tell her, removing my workout gear. I walk into my bathroom—naked, turn on the shower, adjust the setting, then step in.
“Well, how was your run?” she asks, walking into the bathroom, leaning up against the sink.
What are you afraid of? Persia? “It was good.”
“You sure everything’s okay? You seem kind of distant.”
Sometimes you gotta take risks. “Everything’s fine. I’m tired. That run wore me out. I’m going to take a long nap when I get finished in here.” You’re a beautiful woman...I know what I want... I toss my head back, let the water beat against my face and neck. Pretend Persia is no longer leaning up against the sink, staring at me. I close my eyes. Let my hands make love to your body...
When I’m finished with my shower, I step out into my room, wrapping a towel around me. Persia’s lying across my bed, waiting. “You wanna order in later? Or go out and grab something to eat?”
I fish my phone out of my bag. “Ummm, not tonight.” I text: I’LL BE THERE @ 6
“I have plans,” I tell her, slipping on a pair of silk boxer shorts. I let my titties bounce free, pull back my comforter, slipping in between my 1500-count Egyptian cotton sheets.
I fake a yawn. Right now, I want to be alone. All I’m askin’ is for you to give us a chance.
“Okay, girl. Well, I’ll let you get some rest,” Persia says, getting off my bed and walking toward the door. “We’ll talk later.”
“Okay,” I say, pulling the covers up over my head. The only woman I’m interested in is you. I close my eyes, drifting off to sleep.
Passion
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Emerson pulls his dick out of my smoldering cunt, slaps my clit with it, then slowly slides it back in—deep. He thrusts a few times, grinds his pelvis against mine, then pulls out again, beating his dick against my clit and slit. I moan. Hoist my hips up in an exchange, my pussy for his dick. He taunts me. Slips the head back in, slowly whines it in. Tip fucks me, then pulls it out. He has my hands pinned back on the bed. I jut my hips upward.
“Damn, baby…you’re so beautiful…” He stares into my eyes. His intense gaze penetrates my soul. He looks into me, raw and naked and vulnerable. He plants gentle kisses all over me—the tip of my nose, my eyelids, my chin, my neck, my breasts. His kisses go on and on, covering every inch of my flesh. “You’re so damn beautiful, baby,” he says, again, pushing his dick back into my well. I gasp. He slow fucks me for another ten minutes, while tonguing me. Gets my pussy swish-swishing; my juices splattering against his cock, then abandons my mouth. His tongue travels along my skin, flicks along the side of my neck. He kisses my collarbone. His hands cup my ass as he loses his dick inside of me. Tendrils of arousal gather in the pit of my pussy, then burst into colorful orgasms, coiling around my clitoris. I don’t know how much more of this man I can take before I fall for him, hard.
“I want you so fuckin’ bad, baby…I wanna get lost in this pussy…I wanna own this pussy…” His dick hits my spot and I feel lightheaded.
“Mmmm…oooooooooooh…”
“Open up, baby…let me in…” He hits the bottom of my abyss. “Give me all of this good pussy…give me all of your heart…” His dick swells, brushes against my walls, causing my muscles to constrict and expand. I moan again. “Let me in, baby…Ohh, shit, you feel so good…Let me have you, Porsh…”
“Uhhh…you have me,” I say soft and sweet. Not sure if what’s come out of my mouth is said in the heat of the moment, or if it’s what I mean. He hits my spot again. My eyes roll in the back of my head. “Ohhhhh, Em…mmmm…what are you tryna do to me?”
“Make love to you,” he whispers, slipping his tongue in my ear, then nibbling on my lobe again. I shiver. Yet we are in front of his fireplace, sweating and panting. The glow from the fire, its flames dancing about the room, adds to the intense heat emitted between my legs. “I could make love to you forever…I love you, Porsh…”
It is in those three words that my emotions collide. Fear, excitement, lust, and desire a
ll connect, then explode into petals of joy. In my heart, I believe, I feel, I know, Emerson is a good man. He’s a man worth loving, and being loved by. Still, we say things in the moment. Things we don’t always mean. I won’t, can’t allow words spoken but not meant, to have value in my life.
I close my eyes, block out the echoing of his words. My eyes snap open when he pulls his dick out of my pussy, leaving it yearning for it back inside of me, deep and thick and full of power. I plead with my eyes. Beg for him to put his dick back where it belongs. He ignores my pleas. Kisses down to my stomach, dips his tongue into my navel, then slides it along my clit. I squirm and wiggle as he eats my pussy, lapping up my hot juices that spurt out onto his tongue. He mounts his mouth over my clit, dipping his tongue into my wetness, rapidly nursing on my clit until I start to shake and buck my hips.
I’m spent. But that doesn’t stop him from entering my cum-slick pussy and hitting my bottom all over again. “Ohhhh, shiiiit… you feel you so good, baby…”
“Oooooooh, Em…it’s your dick, baby…it’s all you, making me feel good…”
He kisses me. Tells me he loves again. I choke back tears.
We become silent, staring into each other’s eyes as he strokes my insides. The crackling of the fire becomes the music that guides our rhythm.
“How do you know?” I finally whisper against his lips in between kisses. He keeps his gaze locked on mine, kisses me deeply enough to leave no doubt that what he feels is real; that he is more than sure.
Paris
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
