Broken (Surrender Book 1)

BY THE THIRD WEEKEND of Conner’s business trip, I was crushing pretty hard for him and couldn’t wait to see him in person. I looked forward to our daily text messages and nightly video chats. We talked about work, family facts, future aspirations, sports, and past college antics. Things we didn’t discuss – exes and childhoods. Neither one of us asked, and the other didn’t volunteer information.

During his time in Los Angeles, his picture was frequently posted in the gossip blogs. He attended various red-carpet functions, sans the usual arm candy. The blogs were beginning to call Conner a bore, due to the sudden decrease in salacious nights that usually involved a hot chick by his side.  I kept my schedule open during his final weekend in L.A., hoping that he would re-extend the invitation for me to join him. That invite never came. Seems like much hadn’t changed since high school. While others were out partying the night away on a Friday night, I was home alone, sitting in front of my sewing machine in my p.j.s.

It was getting late, and I hadn’t heard from Conner all day. I shook off my melancholy, refusing to let his absence dictate my mood. Deciding that I had had enough of looking over at my phone and willing it to ring, I headed for my vanity mirror. Today had been a long day, its evidence marred on my pale face and puffy eyes. I decided to apply a charcoal face mask before brushing my teeth. The buzzing of my cell phone indicated an incoming message. The giddiness I felt made me sick. Hearing or not hearing from Conner shouldn’t have impacted my mood the way it did. Yet, here I was, with my toothbrush in my mouth, rushing to my phone which sat on my bed.

Conner, 12:43am

Are you up?

Novalee, 12:43am

Yeah. Still up.

Conner, 12:43am

Skype?

Novalee, 12:45am

Sure. Give me 10 minutes.

After scrubbing my face, I inspected my curls that were carelessly plopped on top of my head, secured by hair clips. Dressed in my usual bedtime attire, a cotton tank and knit shorts, I grabbed my laptop and headed to bed. My cell phone vibrated beside me. A message from Fatima had come through.  I absentmindedly swiped my phone and pressed play on her video message.

Her cell phone camera rotated around a packed nightclub. Sweaty bodies swayed, twerked, and two-stepped to Nicki Minaj’s Feeling Myself, which boomed loudly from the disc jockey’s speakers. Suddenly Fatima’s face appeared on the screen while she danced and chanted along to the lyrics.  A Chris Brown look-a-like with a neck tattoo gyrated behind her, kissing on her neck, and whispering in her ear, before the video clip ended.

Novalee, 12:56am

I see you’re having fun. Be safe!  Love you!

As I pressed send, a Skype notification appeared on my laptop. I adjusted my screen and answered the call.  Conner appeared on screen in all his sexy glory. I had an incredibly mouth-watering view of the top portion of his bare chest before he adjusted the screen to view his face.  His hair was damp and unruly, seemingly from a fresh shower.  The stubble on his chiseled face was darker than he usually kept it. His eyes looked tired.  ‘Did I wake you?’ he asked, in a gravelly voice cloaked with sleepiness.

‘No, I was up sewing. Another long day at the office?’

He scrubbed his hand over his jaw. ‘No. I took a personal day.’

‘Oh, that’s good.’ My insecurities haunted me. He took the day off, yet was too busy to call me? I hated the neediness that I had developed over the last few weeks.

He brought a tumbler up to his lips. He swallowed a few big gulps of amber fluid. I offered a sad smile. ‘Wanna talk about it?’ I asked, sensing his somber mood.

‘Not really. I just wanted to see your face, hear your voice.’ He refilled his glass, revealing a bottle of expensive bourbon. ‘Tell me about your day,’ he urged, as he focused on pouring.

I paused, debating on how to proceed with this conversation. ‘I aced my Pediatric Dentistry exam today. And after I work, I spent most of the evening in front of my sewing machine.’

‘That’s cool, babe. And congrats on the exam.’ He downed the tumbler’s contents.

‘How much have you had to drink?’ I asked.

He only shrugged. ‘Today was a shitty day for me. But I don’t want to talk about.’ He brushed his fingers across his computer screen. ‘You’re so fucking beautiful, you know that?’ He slurred his words ever so slightly, but he maintained his composure as he downed another glass of bourbon. ‘I have to stay out here for one more day. There have been a few hiccups with the Yorba Linda project. I have to hash some things out with the city commissioner tomorrow night over dinner.’

‘That’s unfortunate.’ Worry gnawed at me. What happened today that had provoked him to drink excessively?

‘Can I see you on Sunday?’ he asked. ‘I fly back that morning.’

‘I’d like that.’

‘Maybe we can go on a real date. Have dinner or go to a movie. Some shit like that.’ His hand still grasped the bottle of bourbon when he scratched his eyebrow with the tip of his finger.

‘A real date, huh?  That sounds nice. How about you come over to my place on Sunday? I’ll cook dinner for us.’

‘You cook?’ he asked before taking a swig from the bottle. My smile faltered. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

‘Yeah, I’m a pretty good cook. Any dietary restrictions?’ Guys with bodies like Conner’s probably only drank icky protein shakes and raw vegetables.

‘Nope. I’ll eat whatever you serve.’ My thighs clenched. ‘What can I bring?’ His eyes were droopy.

‘Nothing, just yourself, sober,’ I quipped.

‘I’m sorry, babe.’ He tossed the now empty bottle aside. ‘I fucked up, didn’t I?’

‘I’m worried about you, that’s all. You said you don’t wanna talk about it, yet you call me while getting shit-faced.’

He snorted out a laugh. ‘You sound fucking adorable when you curse.’ I didn’t find it amusing, and the look on my face must have alerted him to that fact. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, in a more serious tone. ‘I shouldn’t have called you.’ The camera moved out of focus for a moment, then refocused on his face, his cheek resting on a pillow. He appeared to be lying on his side, on the mattress. ‘I fucked up. Just don’t be mad. I’m a fuck up.’

My face contorted in pain, as I looked at Conner through my screen. I ran my fingers along the image of his face, and he did the same, dragging his fingers along mine. His blinks became slower, as his heavy-laden eyes focused on me. I assured him, ‘I’m not mad at you.’ I’m sad for you. I mimicked his posture, lying down and situating my laptop beside my pillow.

‘I really wanna fuck you,’ he said, dispassionately. ‘I can’t wait to feel your pussy around my dick. I bet it’s so goddamn tight.’ His pale green eyes looked otherworldly, like vampire eyes glowing in the dark. ‘The things I’m going to do to you, Novalee. You have no fucking idea.’ The tone of his voice was impersonal, and wickedness shone in his jeweled eyes.

This would have been hot if he wasn’t plastered drunk. Nevertheless, I was instantly aroused. ‘Conner, you’re drunk right now. Maybe we should continue this conversation when you’re sober.’

He let out a sardonic laugh. ‘Such a good girl, and I’m such a sick bastard. If I were a better man, I would leave you alone. But I can’t. I’m won’t. Instead, I’m going to fuck that pretty little mouth of yours until you choke on my dick.’ My breath caught in my chest. ‘Then I’m going to fuck that tight pussy of yours, before I fuck that sweet ass of yours. I’m going to ravish your body, angel. With my fingers, with my tongue, and with my dick.’

My hand was now in my panties, and I rubbed the sensitive parts of me. ‘Oh, really?  Well, I don’t do back door.’

His mouth curved sardonically. ‘Don’t worry. I won’t rush you. I’ll use my tongue and my fingers first, until you beg for it.’

My nipples were hard as diamonds, rubbing against my white tank. ‘So arrogant.’

‘It’s only fair.’

‘What’s only fair?’ I asked, breathlessly.

‘You’ve ruined me for every other woman. It’s only fair that I ruin you for every other man.’ His eyes dilated to a smoky gray.  ‘I’m addicted to you, and we haven’t even fucked yet. I haven’t even tasted your sweet pussy yet. Which, by the way, I’m going to need to do every fucking day, angel.’

‘You’re a sex fiend.’ My breath quickened as I savored his words while enjoying the close-up view of his flawless face.

‘Why do people always say that?’ he asked, the slur of his words thickening under his alcohol-induced stupor. ‘Don’t get me wrong,’ he said, as he closed his eyes, ‘I love to fuck, but I also fuck to forget.’ My hand stilled in my panties. It felt as if a cold bucket of water had been thrown on my libido. ‘You’re like an angel. So pure,’ he said. His eyes now opened to slits. He hesitated for a moment before asking, ‘How do I do it?’

‘Do what, babe?’ My voice croaked, and I furrowed my brows.

‘Forget,’ he answered with a tormented look on his face.  ‘How the fuck do I forget? It’s all so fucked up.’ He closed his eyes again. ‘Every goddamn day. So fucked up.’  His breathing slowed; his mouth slightly agape.

A teardrop leaked out of the corner of my eye and landed on my pillow. Then another tear from the opposite eye, trailing across the bridge of my nose. ‘Conner?’ He didn’t answer, the only sound coming from him was a light snore. I watched his sleeping face, his model-esque features now relaxed. My boyfriend was a beautiful, tortured soul. I ran my fingertips along the screen again, outlining the planes of his face.

I didn’t disconnect the call that night. I snuggled under my blankets, still facing the laptop.  His light snores lulled me into a deep slumber.

∞∞∞

RETCHING NOISES STARTLED ME awake. The laptop shone brightly in my eyes, and it took me a while to focus. The Skype call was still connected, but Conner was no longer in view. I sat up in bed and placed the laptop on my lap. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I squinted and read the time on my screen. 7:25am. The sound of a toilet flushing was followed by the sound of running water from a faucet.  Soon after, Conner appeared on screen, resting his head against the headboard of his bed. His skin was pale, his eyes sunken. His bed-hair was tousled. ‘Hey, babe,’ he said with a gruff voice.

‘Good morning.’ I yawned.

‘I feel like I’ve been hit by a Mack truck.’ He massaged his temples with his fingers.

I pouted my lips, feeling genuinely sorry for his condition. I’d been there before, numbing my pain with alcohol. Was Conner mourning over another woman?  Did someone irrevocably betray his trust? What was he trying to forget?

‘I don’t really remember much from last night. Was I a total ass?’

I blinked a couple of times before responding. ‘Do you remember anything about our conversation last night?’

‘No. What happened? Was I a dick to you?’ He looked concerned.

‘No. Just drunk. We didn’t talk for long. You fell asleep.’ He scrubbed his face and raked his fingers through his mane. ‘Conner, you worried me last night.’

‘I didn’t mean to worry you. I’m fine. Just a bad day. That’s all.’

We had only known each other for about a month. I didn’t expect him to divulge all his deepest and darkest secrets, after such a short time. Conner seemed like a proud man who detested vulnerability. Hopefully, in time, he would let me in. And hopefully, in time, I would do the same. ‘Take a couple of Advil and drink lots of water. I hope you won’t be too hungover during your dinner with the commissioner tonight.’

‘Nothing I can’t handle.’

I had so many questions. ‘I have to be at work soon. I’d better get ready.’

‘Okay. I’ll see you tomorrow when I get back.’

‘Can’t wait. Take care of yourself. Have a safe flight.’

After we disconnected, my phone vibrated.

Amy, 7:35am

Miss you lots!

Novalee, 7:36am

Hey hun!  Miss you too! Hope you’re having a great time.  Can’t wait to see you! There’s so much I have to tell you.  So much has happened.

Amy, 7:37am

What’s going on?  Sounds juicy. Meet a guy?

Novalee, 7:37am

I have, and you know him. Too much to tell over text. This conversation must be had f2f.

Amy, 7:42am

Come on! No name? You have to give me something!

Novalee, 7:42am

Ok. Ok. Conner Brathwaite.

I stared at my phone, watching the dots swim around on my screen. Amy was forming a reply, but the dots stopped, and the message never came through. I yawned and snuggled back between my sheets for a few minutes, before heading to the shower.

∞∞∞

THE SAUSAGE AND CHICKEN jambalaya simmered on the stove. I checked on the consistency of the whiskey sauce for my bread pudding and turned off the stove burner.  The Cajun spices from the jambalaya seeped through every room of my apartment.

While setting the table, I called Fatima. She was a bit leery of Conner and I being an item, fearing that his womanizing days were not far behind him. ‘If you like him, I love him. But if he hurts you, I’m going to fuck him up,’ she warned.

‘I’m a big girl, cousin.’ I folded the last dinner napkin before heading to the bathroom. I gave myself a once-over and applied an extra coat of nude gloss to my lips.

‘What are you wearing?’

‘I’m wearing a mini black wrap dress with a deep V neckline.’

‘Okay, cousin. I see you, boo. You should wear those gold heeled sandals that you bought last week.’

‘Great minds think alike. I have them on right now.’

‘I’m dying over here! Send me a pic!’

‘Okay. One sec.’ I puckered my lips and took a selfie. ‘Check your phone. I just sent it.’

‘Okay, hold up.’

I spritzed myself with some perfume while I waited for Fatima’s critique. ‘Damn, girl. Conner will be weak in the knees.’

‘I look okay?’

‘Yass!  I’m loving how you’re channeling your inner diva. Big hair, don’t care. But you need to swap out that gloss for some red lipstick.’

‘Yeah, I think you’re right.’ I replaced my black septum piercing with a gold one, before wiping my gloss off and applying a cherry red lip liner and red matte lipstick.

Fatima and I chatted some more while I touched up my hair and makeup. I sent her another selfie with my final look, to which she approved. ‘Save me some leftovers, by the way. Your cooking is always on point.’

‘I got you,’ I giggled. ‘I’ll call you later tonight.’

‘Call me tomorrow. You may be a little preoccupied tonight.’

Just then, the doorbell rang. ‘Fatima, he’s here. I’ll call you later, okay?’

‘Okay, bet. Talk to you tomorrow. Bye, cousin. Get some!’ she called out before I disconnected the call.

I walked out to the living room and lit a scented candle. I then turned on some music from my playlist. Bilal’s Never Be The Same played at a low decibel. The soft sounds resounded throughout my twelve hundred square foot apartment. I took a deep, steadying breath and opened the front door. For a moment, Conner’s eyes were focused on his wrist, as he adjusted his limited edition Gronefeld Tourbillon Parallax wristwatch. When he casually looked up at me, he froze momentarily, stunned in silence. My body immediately heated under his lustful gaze.

‘Hey,’ he said.

‘Hey, yourself.’

‘You look fucking amazing,’ he said as his sharp eyes traveled up and down my body. His show-stopping good looks made the pulse in my neck quicken. His jaw was smooth and clean-shaven, which only made his immaculate features more pronounced. His smooth face, sans his usual stubble, gave the false appearance of a proper genial man. But those eyes…there was nothing proper in the way they looked at me.

‘Thank you.’ I shyly smiled, taking him in from head to toe. ‘Please, come in. Welcome to the inside of mi casa.’ I stepped aside, and he walked into my apartment. Its spacious open floor plan now seemed too small. As soon as I closed the door, he pulled me into a hot, erotic kiss that melted my insides. His lips were so soft, his tantalizing tongue mingling with mine. We kissed until we were both breathless.

Conner wore dark denim jeans and a long-sleeve black henley, with his sleeves pushed up exposing his forearms. His unruly mane was loosely finger-combed back, just the way I liked it.

‘It smells great in here. What’s for dinner?’

‘Sausage and chicken jambalaya, my great grandmother’s recipe. For dessert, I made a whiskey bread pudding.’ I headed to the stove to check on the jambalaya before turning back to him. ‘Would you like a glass of wine?’  Conner was standing in front of the mantel, holding a framed picture of Amy and me. We were about fourteen years old in the photo, posing with Minnie Mouse ears on, in front of Disneyland’s Sleeping Beauty Castle.

‘Sure.’ He put the picture back on the mantel before joining me in the kitchen.

I stepped onto a footstool, attempting to reach for wine glasses in the upper cabinet.

‘Here, let me help you.’ His voice was directly behind me. His close proximity to my back sent shivers down my spine. Calm down, Novalee. Conner reached up and retrieved two wine glasses. The scent of his cologne caused me to discreetly breathe him in, while momentarily closing my eyes.

‘Thanks. Short girl problems.’ I stepped off the stool, now eye level to his chest. I reached out and touched his smooth cheek with the palm of my hand. I needed to feel his skin. ‘I like this. You almost look like a gentleman.’

‘We wouldn’t want that, now would we?’ He kissed the inside palm of my hand. ‘Turn around. I have something for you.’

‘So bossy,’ I said, a smirk on my lips. He arched a brow, and I did as he commanded and turned around.

His body pressed against mine, allowing me to feel every part of him. I snuggled back into the warmth of his body. I wanted him, but I’d already decided that I was not going to sleep with him tonight. Although my body was all in, my mind told me that we were not ready.

‘Pull your hair up,’ he softly commanded. I obliged, and he placed a translucid, violet gemstone pendant necklace around my neck and fastened it. His fingertips brushed the nape of my neck.

‘This is beautiful! I’m not familiar with this particular stone.’ I rubbed the smooth stone between my thumb and pointer finger. It was weighted, the diameter of the rock larger than a nickel.

‘It’s a Taaffeite stone. It’s one of the rarest gemstones in the world. It’s considered to be a million times rarer than a diamond.’  The pendant was secured around my neck by a thin black leather cord.

‘I love it,’ I beamed and turned to face him.

A few gentle smooches quickly transformed into longer sensual kisses, which led to heated erotic tongue strokes.

I moaned in his mouth as he squeezed my backside. ‘You ready to eat?’ I managed to say between kisses.

He arched a brow, a mischievous gleam brewing in his eyes.

‘Dinner, Conner,’ I emphasized, a smile splitting across my face.

‘Dinner. Right,’ he smirked. I stood on my tippy toes and kissed him once more.

He gathered the wine glasses, a corkscrew, and the chilled white wine from the fridge. He poured wine into our glasses, and I prepared our plates.

I watched with anticipation as he put a spoonful of jambalaya into his delectable mouth.

‘This is the best damn jambalaya I’ve ever tasted,’ he said, before taking another spoonful.

Pride swelled in my chest. I beamed and dug in.

After our main course, I brought out the whiskey bread pudding and garnished it with powdered sugar. I placed Conner’s dessert in front of him, and he pulled me onto his lap. I brought the spoon up to his mouth and fed him. Seductively, I dabbed a bit of bread pudding across his lips with his spoon, before running my tongue along the seam of his mouth. He repaid me by smearing a morsel of the bread pudding on my collarbone and down my low neckline before licking it off.

After dessert and our sugary make-out session, we decided to head out to my balcony. We stood side by side against the balcony railing, each sipping on a glass of white wine.  A comfortable silence sat between us, and a calm settled over me. Yesterday’s conversation kept replaying in my mind, making me aroused, intrigued, and melancholy, all at the same time.

After finishing our wine, he took my wine glass from me and placed them both on a side table. ‘I don’t want to fuck this up,’ he said, as we turned to face one another. Instinctively, I pressed my body up against his, splaying my palms across his hard chest, and tipped my head back to look up at him. I was torn between focusing on his lips, his eyes, or the entire compass of his face, as he spoke. ‘It’s taking every fiber in my being not to bend you over this railing and fuck you until you cum.’ I clenched my thighs at his confession. ‘But I’m trying to show you that I’m here for the long haul and not for just a quick lay.’ He’d just addressed my fears head-on. My worst fear was us having sex, and in the end, him treating me like he treated the others. It would utterly wreck me.

‘I appreciate you saying that.’ Your track record intimidates the hell out of me. What if I’m not good enough? Pressing my lips to his, I parted his mouth with the gentle coaxing of my tongue.

‘So damn beautiful,’ he murmured into my mouth, as he cradled the sides of my face with his large hands.

It seemed a bit surreal, how safe I felt Conner. He was flawed, but who wasn’t? He had secrets. Was potentially a sex addict. And based on last night, he possibly had a drinking problem. He was undoubtedly an arrogant rich asshole. He was bossy and rude to strangers. I knew my father would never approve of him. But over the last month, he’d inched his way into my heart in a way that no one ever had.  After Marcus and I stopping sleeping with each other, I realized that mediocre companionship was not for me. I vowed to stay single until the one found me. I just never imagined he would come packaged as Conner Brathwaite. 

My nerve endings sizzled as we kissed, and my panties grew damp. ‘Conner,’ I moaned into his mouth. ‘Are you sure? I mean, really sure that you want to do this?’ I wanted…no, I needed to be sure that he wanted this. Wanted us. I could get lost in this man. I wanted to give him a way out before I fell head over heels in love with him.

His expression softened. ‘I’m sure.’ He brushed his lips against my forehead. ‘I’ve never been so sure about anything in my life. Just give me a chance. I know you’re much too good for me. Fuck. I don’t even deserve you.’ He avoided eye contact with me momentarily and focused his eyes downward at our joined hands. ‘I’m selfish. I told you that. You’re so innocent. So pure. You don’t have an evil bone in your body. And I’ve done terrible things in my life. But maybe… maybe, this is my redemption. Meeting you.’ I searched his pained face, silently beckoning him to look at me. And he did. His eyes were a bright, brilliant green. ‘I didn’t expect this. Didn’t even want it. But now, I fucking need it, like I need air.’

I looked up at Conner and thought to myself, I’m a goner. This will probably end badly. My heart had already been broken. Endured enough pain to last a lifetime. Yet here I was, willing to put it all on the line, all over again.

Conner looked down at me with rare vulnerability in his eyes. Yep, this was so going to happen, and I wouldn’t fight it. I was tired of trying to please everyone but myself. I tried to please Keisha, craving a nurturing relationship with her that I never got. I tried to please my parents, never wanting them to regret taking me in. I tried to please Andre, being a ride or die chick, forcing my heart to catch up with my head. Conner said he was selfish. I envied that. I wanted to be selfish, for once.

The differences between us were evident. I knew those around us would stare and speculate. Conner was perceived as a southern billionaire from a prestigious wealthy family. At twenty-seven, it was only a matter of time before he would quit his playboy ‘citified’ ways and marry a woman of like-mind and of the same ethnic background. She would be an upstanding socialite with the proper pedigree and plenty of zeros behind her family fortune.

I, on the other hand, was the daughter of an educated elite black family but was finding myself, my big hair and nose piercing the talk of our small circle. The plan for me was to trade in my hippy dresses for a Donna Karan one. I would replace my nose piercing for a pearl necklace. I would tame my curls into silken tresses. I would eventually settle down with an IBM – ideal black man, someone picked explicitly by my parents. 

Yet, here we were. Our two worlds were colliding, and I couldn’t be more game.

Marsha Ambrosius’ Lose Myself crooned from the speakers inside my apartment.  ‘My want for you is so intense, and it scares the hell out of me.’ The words spilled out of my mouth, unbridled. ‘This is all so new and so unexpected.’ Our bodies were close, so close that I could feel the outline of his muscular chest and the ridges of his abs.

‘I’m all in. I want everyone to know,’ he said with resolve.

That’s all I needed to hear, apparently. I fisted Conner’s shirt and kissed him hard, expressing all the things I felt for him but was not yet ready to say. So lost in our kiss, I was caught off guard when he effortlessly swooped me up in his arms. Never once did our mouths separate, as he carried me back inside and laid me on my sofa.

Conner was now on top of me, and I eagerly wrapped my legs around his waist. My hands roamed underneath his shirt, my nails scraping along his muscular back. Conner traced kisses from my throat, to my collarbone, to the swells of my breasts.

‘I won’t take this all the way. I know you’re not ready,’ he said, the deep timbers of his voice provoking me on to ground my center against the swell of his cock.

I nodded, relieved that he understood.  ‘But I want to feel my skin against yours.’ My voice sounded needy and breathless to my own ears.

He expertly unwrapped my dress, exposing my bare skin. I was braless. Only a black barely-there thong covered my sex. ‘You’re beautiful,’ Conner said, as he looked down at me.

‘I… I know they’re probably not as big as you’re used to.’

‘Don’t do that. You’re perfect,’ he reinterred. He looked at me with so much desire, my womb clenched. I grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head, revealing a sculpted six-pack, hard pectorals, and muscles wrapped around his shoulders and arms. Oh. My. Goodness. He was truly drool-worthy.

‘Ah, God!’ I cried out, as his hot mouth enveloped my nipple. He was needy with my breasts, as if feasting on his last meal.  He swirled and flicked his tongue against my nipples, showering both breasts with equal attention.

‘So fucking hot,’ he growled.

His erection was straining against his jeans, digging into my center.  A tiny bit of fear and a whole lot of excitement bit at my core, at the sheer size of it. It felt massive, even while restrained underneath his denim.

I gripped the locks of his hair and pulled him back up to my mouth. I kissed him hungrily as we ground our centers against each other. My panties were soaked, as were the insides of my thighs. As we kissed, he slowly trailed his fingers down my stomach. His hand stopped at the waistband of my panties, as if he were waiting for permission. I guided his hand underneath the cotton barrier and onto my sex.

‘You’re so fucking wet,’ he groaned, as he moved his hand to my entrance. I spread my thighs wide, wordlessly begging for his touch. Without further hesitation, he thrust three long fingers inside of me, all at once. I gasped in shock, as he pushed his fingers in and out of me with reckless abandonment.

My body bucked, meeting his hand with the thrust of my hips. His other hand twined around my curls, pulling my head back hard, but not to the point of pain. ‘Look at me while I fuck you with my fingers.’ His cold, commanding voice sent erotic shivers down my spine. He bent his fingers, hooking them to meet my g-spot. My eyes rolled back in my head before I snapped them back to him, as he yanked my hair again, this time with more bite.

I watched him through hooded eyes as he pushed me over the edge. I screamed out his name as the pad of his thumb massaged my tiny bundle of nerves. I came undone and clenched around his long fingers.

Our tongues erotically mingled as he withdrew his fingers from me.  He brought his wet hand up to our kiss, separating his tongue from mine, so that he could lick my juices off two of his fingers, before inserting his third finger inside of my mouth. ‘Your pussy is so fucking sweet. Taste it,’ he demanded. His wish was my command, as I sucked his finger and seductively swiped my tongue around it.

His cock felt as if it was going to burst through his zipper. He looked pained, as he pressed his forehead against mine and firmly gripped my hips, prohibiting me from grinding into him any longer. He gathered his breaths as if willing himself not to cum, which really swelled my ego. Our noses and lips gently swiped across each other’s faces, as I came down from my orgasm.

‘What you fucking do to me, angel,’ he uttered in a low whisper, before caressing my face with soft kisses. I pressed my body into his, and he moaned in my mouth.

He supported himself on his forearms as he looked down at me, stroking the sides of my face. ‘I better go.’ He hesitantly raised off me and wrapped my opened dress across my breasts. I held my arm up to keep my haphazardly wrapped dress in place and blew stray curls out of my face. ‘Yeah,’ he drawled as his piercing eyes took me in. ‘I need to leave. Now.’

I sighed regrettably as he pulled his shirt back on.  I immediately missed his touch, his closeness. I secured the tie of my dress and said, ‘It’s late. Do you want to stay the night?’

He hesitated, as if really giving it some thought. Please say yes. ‘I don’t think that’s a good idea.’

‘I’ll be good.’ I chewed on my lip, and I ran my fingers along his arm.

‘I won’t.’ The words tumbled out without hesitation. ‘If I stay here,’ he added, as I planted gentle kisses along his jaw, ‘we’re going to fuck, all night. I’m going to do things to you that will have you blushing for weeks.’ I froze my kisses. ‘You’re not ready. We’re not ready for that. I’m trying to prove to you that this is different. You’re different.’

‘I’m sorry,’ I murmured into his neck. ‘I’m the worst.’ I didn’t want to be a tease. I sat beside him with my back against the couch. He leaned into me and planted a kiss on my lips. It started off as a sweet and gentle kiss but quickly turned into a sensual and erotic one.

‘I’d better go,’ he said against my lips, before rising from the couch.

I nodded. ‘Okay.’ My lady parts were screaming at me.

‘Come here,’ he said, as he grabbed my hand and pulled me up to stand in front of him. I wrapped my arms around his waist. ‘I’ll call you tomorrow.’

‘You do that,’ I said, before walking him to the door.

We said our goodbyes with a few more kisses before he left into the night.