by S. K. Lessly
“Oh no!” she remarked quickly. “Jeez, no way. I put him in the meaningful category because I thought he was… you know special. I thought that he was sincere and felt the same way about me. It never crossed my mind that he was pretending all that time. I didn’t see the point in faking that kind of crap, but he did it.”
Nyla ran her hand over her hair and laughed uncomfortably. “You know Darrius had warned me about Robert. He didn’t like him the first day he saw him. He thought he was pretentious and a spoiled coward.”
Andrew grunted. “Yeah, well I would have to agree with Darrius. Robert is all those things and more.” Andrew then thought of something and asked, “How come you and Darrius never hooked up?”
Nyla sighed and leaned her elbow against the back of the couch. She rested her head in her hand and thought about the question before she answered it.
“Bad timing, I guess. I met Darrius when I first moved here and I didn’t have the luck of the Irish when it came to men. Anthony left a bad taste in my mouth on relationships. I didn’t trust men at all. It took a long time for me to trust Darrius, and when I finally did, it was too late. He was already in the friendship zone.”
“Okay, I can see that happening. But you decided to give Downs a chance. Why?”
Nyla’s shoulders rose in defeat. “I don’t know. It was just something about him. He was charismatic, charming, and completely different from the men that I was usually attracted to. I thought I needed a change, you know. Maybe opposites do attract. And don’t get me wrong, I wasn’t completely attracted to him the first time we met. I mean, he was very nice to me. He made me laugh and showed me attention. He said the right things and I don’t know. I figured I’d give him a chance.”
“And you let him in,” Andrew said in a matter-of-fact tone.
“Yeah, I let him in. And the second I did, I got pregnant and he showed his true colors shortly after.”
Andrew nodded his understanding, never moving from her despairing eyes. He felt the sadness that seemed to be clamped all around her heart. He could see it in the way she slumped over in front of him. He could see it in her eyes just before she closed them, shutting him out. He felt her frustrations and most of all her heartache. And finally, he understood why she had been fighting him. She was afraid to repeat her past. She didn’t want to let go and let him in for fear that he would leave her or break her just like the others. Her confidence in men and relationships had been shot to hell.
Taking chances with her heart wasn’t something she wanted to do willingly. Andrew understood that. He had been the same way for a long time. The problem he had was the fact that she had lumped him with the stupid fuckers of her past. He was nothing like them, especially Downs. He thought that she knew that about him. Apparently, she needed to be reminded.
Nyla came alive in front of him and sighed. She opened her eyes and curled the side of her mouth into her cheek. “Well, I should let you get back to work. I think I have occupied enough of your time, sharing stories about my bad taste in men.” She stood, but Andrew grabbed her by her wrist before she could get away.
Without a word spoken, he pulled her to him and when she got close, he gripped her by her waist and positioned her on his lap. Andrew then cupped her face in his hands and brought her lips to his.
He kissed her softly, making love to her mouth slowly, with each sweep of his tongue. He didn’t let the hunger that began to take hold inside him, get stronger. He concentrated on showing her just how he felt with only his lips, letting his passions for her fill her completely. When he finally released her, he rested her forehead against his.
Andrew’s kiss left Nyla breathless. Her head was spinning. Her heart was pounding in her chest. A deep shiver racked her body and all she could do was moan softly as their foreheads touched.
Nyla wanted to say something to him. Ask him why he had kissed her like that or what he wanted from her, but she couldn’t find the words to express herself. Hell, she couldn’t formulate tangible sounds even if she wanted to. He had officially turned her into mush.
Andrew, doing his best to gather himself, rubbed his hands along her arms. When he pulled her close to him and kissed her, he didn’t expect the kiss to last as long as it did. It was only supposed to be a peck. But once her taste touched his tongue, he had lost it. It could have been far worse than what it was, but he had things he needed to say before he claimed his pussy tonight.
“Do you have any idea how I feel about you?” Andrew asked her softly. He pulled back from her and met her bright, shocked brown eyes. He glided his thumbs along her cheeks before he traced a lone finger the length of her jawline. Not waiting for her to answer his question, knowing that she wouldn’t anyway, he added, “You see, I don’t think that you do and maybe that’s partly my fault. I never had to work very hard for what I wanted. That’s not because things were handed to me on a silver platter. Things just came naturally to me. But you… you are my exception. I couldn’t understand why getting close to you was so difficult, but now I do. So, let me tell you what I want, what my expectations are as it pertains to you and me. That way, you won’t have to wonder or question it anymore. It will be plain and simple. Sound good?”
Nyla, who was trying to recover from her shock, merely nodded. And Andrew took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he spoke again.
“I’m in love with you,” he said simply and watched her eyes bulge clear out of their sockets. Her jaw slackened slightly, a breath of shocked air caressed his face and he saw her eyes instantly fill with water. Hell, she looked as if she was about to bolt too, but Andrew wrapped a protective arm around her waist and brought his hand along the side of her face. She could close her eyes and stay quiet all she wanted to, but she wasn’t going anywhere.
After a second or more had passed, he continued to come clean to her, his voice raw, thick, and full of something even he didn’t want to admit aloud.
“I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you. It happened so fast. I was caught off guard completely. But it was something about you that captured me. It was this… pull that had me gravitating toward you. I…” he breathed out again gathering his thoughts and settling his mind and palpitating heart. “I almost lost all self-control and that doesn’t happen to me ever. Therefore, I was at a loss that day. I couldn’t understand what I was feeling in those moments. When I walked into the diner, my breath caught in my throat, my heart rate started beating out of control as if I had just finished running my usual ten miles. My hands shook. My head started spinning. I was drawn to you like a moth to a flame, like bees to honey. My body wanted you, my soul craved you, and you had yet to acknowledge me or say a word to me.
“Then, when you did…when you finally spoke to me, I almost lost my shit and devoured you on the spot. I had never felt that way before. It floored me, which was why at first, I started coming to the diner to eat. I convinced myself that the only reason why I had been there was to test my theory. I wanted to see if my reaction to you had been real and not the effects of caffeine withdrawal.” He chuckled nervously, paused then continued. “But the second I saw you again, and those same feeling returned, I knew that what I had felt was real. Admittedly, I knew what I had felt was real that first day too. I was just kidding myself, denying what I felt because I didn’t want to believe it. I didn’t want to admit that I had finally found you. I kept returning to the diner just to see you. I didn’t care if they served me dirt or last week’s meatloaf. I had to see you. Then my feelings started to get stronger and that was it. I was yours.”
Nyla started fidgeting on his lap as he confessed his feelings for her. She was so confused about everything; his words and her heart. Right now, she should be thrilled completely. After all, this was what she had wanted since she had met him and yet, she couldn’t handle his truth. It was so beautiful and powerful. To hear how she affected him both thrilled her and scared the ever-loving crap out of her. Yeah, she couldn’t handle this at all.
“Andrew,” Nyla whispered softly, willing him to see that she couldn’t take anymore. She placed her hands on his chest in an effort to put some distance between them, but there was no use. Andrew wasn’t letting her go. Not now and not ever.
“Baby, listen to me.” He cupped her face with his hands. He didn’t want her focusing on anything else but him. “I get that you’ve been hurt in the past. I even understand your hesitation about letting go. I don’t like it, but I understand. You’re guarded for a reason. You’ve given yourself to men that didn’t deserve your time or your heart. I also understand that with you it’s all or nothing. You have a huge caring and loving heart. And when you give yourself to someone it’s all or nothing. You can’t half-ass it and wait someone out to see if they are worthy of more. But let me tell you something and maybe you’ve realized this fact already. However, I’m not going to assume anymore.”
Andrew leaned closer to her until their noses were inches from each other. He met her eyes and held her there. “I’m not like most men. I’m not weak. I’m not timid. I don’t play games and I don’t waste my time or anyone else’s. I know what I want. I know what I need. I know what makes me happy. I have no problem expressing myself or telling anyone how I feel. What you see is what you get with me. There’s no secret. No hidden agenda, nothing. So, let me tell you again what I have told you some weeks ago. Maybe this time you'll listen.” Andrew cupped the back of her head tight, a sultry edge in his voice as he confessed, “I want you!”
He heard her whimper quietly, her brown eyes swimming in tears. Andrew tightened his grip on her.
“Baby, I want you so fucking bad,” he whispered against her lips and plunged his tongue into her mouth. At the same time, he pulled her body closer to him until her center was against the throbbing muscle in his pants. He let out a slow groan when he felt her wetness seeping through his briefs.
“I want you to be mine, Nyla,” he confessed gruffly after he released her bruised lips. “I don’t want any other woman but you. In fact, there is no other woman on this earth that I would give my heart to and that would make me lose my mind or bring me to my knees but you. You have breathed life into me. Can’t you see that? I was dead to this world. No one mattered, nothing existed except for my pain. You brought me back…you, sweetheart. Not time, not my brothers, or my parents. It was you and your beautiful daughter that has brought purpose to my life again.”
Tears were flowing down her face freely at this point and Andrew kissed her dampened cheeks, closing his eyes and tasting her resolve through her salted tears.
“I want in here, baby.” He touched her chest where her heart was banging against his fingers. “I want you to let me in. Drop that wall you have between us and let me love you. Let me blow your mind. Let me protect you and hold you and keep you safe. Let me love every part of you from the top of your head to the tips of your toes. I want it all. I want your smiles to be mine. I want your touch, your taste, your moans to be mine. I want to make love to you every night I draw breath. I want to fuck the shit out of so you’ll never forget who you belong to. I want to make you desire me every waking moment of your life. That’s what I want. Those are my expectations. You mean everything to me, Nyla; you and the princess. I would do anything for you both. I would kill for you. I would die for you. I—”
“Stop please,” Nyla blurted, cutting him off. She then grabbed his face and said to him right before she kissed the hell out of him, swallowing whatever he was going to say next down her throat. “Yes… yes…, Andrew. I’m all yours.”
Nyla felt her tears fall along her cheeks as she kissed her man, finally letting go and doing exactly what he had asked. She gave herself to him and God, it felt good. Nyla released his lips only to rid herself of his T-shirt she wore and crashed her lips back against his. She gripped his hair tight in her fists, molding her body to his, desperately trying to mend their bodies together. She moaned as she ground against him. She felt his need for her against her throbbing wet lips and moaned her satisfaction.
Andrew was losing the battle of control. He felt the beast within him come alive the instant Nyla grabbed him and kissed him. She was aggressively taking what belonged to her and that turned him on more than he’d ever imagined. When she went to free the beast in his briefs, he stopped her.
“Not here,” he breathed out haggardly.
He pecked her lips, wrapped his arms around her, and stood up from the couch. Nyla instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her into his bedroom. Once Andrew entered his room, he sat her down at the foot of the bed. He peeled out of his shirt and pants while Nyla scooted further onto the bed, away from the predatory look that accosted his already darkened features.
“You’re not running away from me, are you?” he asked her just as he grabbed Nyla by her ankles and yanked her toward him. She yelped in surprise and nibbled on her bottom lip as he settled over her body.
Andrew, feeling his heart start to swell, regarded her longingly. This was just what he had wanted since the first day he had seen her. He wanted Nyla in his bed butt naked, her legs wide open. Finally, he thought to himself, he had her right where he wanted. He nudged her legs open with his knees and without hesitation buried his face between her thighs.
19
Andrew grabbed her sweat-soaked thigh and moved it further up his side. The movement allowed him to fall deeper inside her, and they both moaned with fulfillment. He loved the sounds she made when he was inside her. It resonated all through him. Her touch, the way her pussy felt like silk as he glided in and out of her, made him want to forget everyone and lose himself in her essence for eternity.
Tonight had been mind-blowing, to say the least. They had been wrapped up in each other for hours laughing, caressing and kissing. They explored each other’s bodies using their hands, their lips and tongue. They talked shit and did everything they could to back up their words.
The moment Andrew had laid Nyla on his bed, he bathed his face with Nyla’s sweet nectar, making her cum repeatedly until she started to truly run away from him. She had tried to push his face away, tried to twist away from the tongue assault that ensued on her clit, but Andrew refused to let go. He merely rolled with her, making her straddle his face, and continued to drink her desires dry.
Nyla had returned the favor shortly afterward, by first wrapping her fingers around his thick shaft and making as much of his dick disappear into her mouth. Andrew hissed his pleasures from the warmth of her mouth. However, when she started moving her lips and hand up and down in a glorious, mind-blowing rhythm, Andrew almost exploded. His eyes rolled in the back of his head. His whole body erupted in goosebumps, and at the same time ignited everywhere Nyla touched him. For the first time, he relinquished control and it felt unfuckingbelievable.
Now, he was sated inside her core, worshipping her deep, caressing her slick walls as he moved in and out of her. He watched her come undone underneath him, her body inundated with avidity. She writhed as he moved inside her, digging her nails deep into his back, but he never broke stride. His pace was driving her crazy, teasing her yet fulfilling her both at the same time. She bowed her back into him, as her walls began tightening against him, but he never broke stride.
“That’s it, baby… yes. Cum for me. Give it to me… fuck…yesss…”
Andrew rested his forehead against hers. He could feel his orgasm building, but he didn’t want this deep-seated feeling of pure ecstasy to end. There was just something about his woman that made him delirious. Then again, his woman looked exhausted. She had come apart multiple times already. He should put her out of her misery. But…
“Oh, Drew,” Nyla’s eyes grew wide as she panted breathlessly. He was so overwhelming. His rock hard rod was filling her completely, spreading her wide and massaging her inner walls with each long stroke of his hips. He kept rubbing that patch of sensitive nerves inside her that had her seeing stars. Her head felt as if it was about to explode and she couldn’t do anything about it. She c
rawled her fingers into his hair and tightened her grip as yet another climatic eruption threatened to consume her soul. Her body began to tremble. She bit her lip to stop from screaming out. Her climax was building and building.
Andrew began rotating his hips faster and faster, pounding her relentlessly, the moans and whimpering coming from Nyla his only fuel. He angled his hips, grinding deeper, just to see her go insane again. He smiled when she bit his arm and screamed.
“Fuck, baby,” he growled as she tightened around him. He rested his weight on his forearms, which allowed him to peer into her eyes. “I love you, baby. Tell me you’re mine. Tell me this pussy is mine any fucking time I want it.” His hip thrust deepened, pulling almost all the way out of her and slamming back into her.
Nyla closed her eyes and arched into him, her orgasm rocking her body violently. She cried out, praying that he put her out of her misery, screaming that he go faster. He was driving her crazy.
“Fuck, Andrew, please… harder… faster… please, baby,” she whimpered.
“Tell me, love. Tell me what I want to hear, baby.”
Nyla pushed his sweat-soaked hair away from his face and brought her fully sated and lust-filled eyes to his. “Yes, baby. Yes, I’m all yours. I’m all yours. Anytime you want it; anytime you need it. It’s yours for the taking.”
The moment those words left her lips, Andrew let go. He allowed the beast within him to take over. He kissed her deeply before he threw both of her legs over his shoulders and began to fuck the shit out of his woman. The sounds of the headboard banging against the walls filled the entire apartment. But he didn’t stop. He could have sworn Nyla’s fingernails had penetrated his skin, but he didn’t stop. He merely braced himself with one hand gripping the already bent rods from his headboard to channel his strength so he wouldn’t hurt Nyla.
But Nyla wasn’t having it.
“Touch me, Andrew,” she asked, panting as she looked up at him. “Please, baby hold me.” She brought her hands to the sides of his face and pulled herself up to him.