by Anne Leigh
“I’m serious, Bishop.” Her matching red lips pouted. “I haven’t eaten the whole day and if you’re going to work me out the whole night, you better give me food first.”
I couldn’t help it; I had to squeeze her ass again. I had waited so long, so damn long to do this with her.
“You’re right.” I conceded though my erection wasn’t going to go down anytime soon. I could wait for a few hours. “I’m going to work you the whole night.”
My mouth couldn’t wait to get a taste of her so I dipped my head down –
“Oh no, you’re not going to waste my lipstick.” She shook her head. “It took me a couple of minutes to apply it just right.”
I raised a brow, “I can reapply it for you.”
I didn’t know jack about applying lipstick, but I was willing to lie so I could taste her lips.
“Nope.” She blocked my face with a hand so I had no choice but to kiss the soft groove of her neck. Her balance became shaky and I caught her right leg with my hand. Hooking her leg to my back, I felt her foot digging on my backside.
I’d never felt this turned on in my life.
“Bishop…” Her voice was breathy as I pulled on her waist, making her feel how she made me feel.
My cock was bursting, wanting a release so bad, but my mind still ruled over me. Closing my eyes, I struggled to breathe evenly, “Babe, if we don’t get out of here right now, I’m going to fuck you right here and we won’t be able to leave till tomorrow.”
A moan escaped her lips, and her eyes turned darker, smokier, reflecting the lust I felt inside of me.
“O-okay,” Kara stuttered, as I slowly let her stand on her own and I instantly missed the heat between us. “I’m just going to grab my stuff and we can go.”
I nodded and clenched my fists, keeping them to my sides, resisting the urge to go after her and make good on my promise.
I willed myself to wait until tonight, until we were inside the walls of the hotel suite where I could pound inside of her and she could scream as loud as she wanted.
My train of thoughts weren’t helping make my cock go down so I grabbed my phone on the kitchen counter I’d set it on top of and started scrolling through the news.
Reading the news, what politicians and celebrities did on a daily basis to make their lives miserable was enough to make my boner go away.
I heard a closet door being slammed and a “Oops, sorry!” followed by giggles. Kara was usually so self-composed and her eyes always held me at bay, as if she held a curtain over herself at all times and never wanted anyone to look inside of her.
At least that’s what I’d initially thought of her.
But now that she was opening up to me, her laughter came quickly and she teased me all the time with flirty texts and photos. She spoke her mind and didn’t relent to contradict Professor Milliken in class and there were times when I thought he was just idly patronizing her but when I really analyzed it, Kara held that quality where you had no choice but to listen.
Any man who wanted to disprove her point didn’t have a chance.
Just like me, I now know that if whatever she asked of me, I would bend backwards to give it to her. Not because she ordered me around but because I liked to watch her eyes glow with happiness.
When those cornflower blue hues were filled with joy, I would do just about anything to keep it there.
Dinner came and went.
We talked about classes and how we’d both been managing our time.
She had lobster and pasta and I had steak and potatoes.
We both refused dessert.
Why?
Because by the time the server at Lotus asked us if we wanted dessert, I was ready to rip Kara’s dress from her body.
My hands lingered on her skin throughout dinner. If I had a thermometer to gauge how hot I was for her, I could tell you right now – I felt simmering to molten to ready to explode in varying degrees.
I picked up the check, tipped twenty percent, and now here we were, driving towards our hotel.
“Bishop?” Kara’s voice broke my concentration. The drive was only twelve minutes according to my phone’s GPS, but it was feeling like forever.
I lifted her hand, the one that I’d been holding since we got inside my truck, to my lips, “Yep?”
“Do you think we’re moving too fast?” Her voice was unsure, as if she’d been thinking about it.
I continued to graze the soft skin of her fingers against my mouth. Damn, even her hands smelled good. “No. Why?”
“It’s just that –“ Her pause was long enough to make me turn my head away from the road for a second so I could see her, her mouth was pursed and there was a worried look on her beautiful face.
“Tell me,” I encouraged. I valued honesty and whatever she wanted to say, she should be able to say to me without fear. “Do you think we’re moving too fast?”
I heard a sigh come of out mouth, “I just don’t want you thinking that you’re my rebound. You’re so much more than that…”
When I started pursuing her, I never cast myself as a rebound. I already knew that I wanted her. I just wanted a chance with her and now that I had it, I would not waste my time thinking that she was a fling or a one-time thing.
“I have no problem being your rebound, babe,” I said, dabbing small kisses on her hand. “But I want you to give you and me an honest try. I think we’re past the fling phase. I value you more than that. I can’t do a one-time-and-it’s-done thing with you.”
My friends were into hookups.
I wasn’t.
I knew what I wanted and when I couldn’t have it, I was willing to wait for it.
What was the point of sleeping with many women when there was no meaning in it? I didn’t understand how men often used the excuse of sleeping with as many pussies as they could so that they could forget a girl.
To me, if I wanted to forget a girl, I’d hit the gym or go on a hiking expedition.
Each one of us was wired differently, but it never made sense to me how other pussies made you forget about another pussy.
Kara didn’t say anything so I urged her, while pressing my right foot on the brake as we slowed to a stop.
“You’re not a one-time thing with me either.” She admitted, her hands starting to feel clammy on mine, “I appreciate you being patient with me. For making me feel special. It’s been a long time since a guy has made me feel like you do.”
I wasn’t going to bring up Scott because I didn’t want to ruin it for her and for me, so I lifted my head in a nod, “You’re worth it.”
Slowly she removed her hand from my clasp and for a minute I thought she wanted to let go of me.
Then I felt those soft digits stroking my arm, lightly, tentatively, making me feel fragile.
I was far from fragile, but the feelings I’d been harboring for her had been growing. I’d begun to care for her deeply and the farthest thing on my mind right now was not having her in my life.
“I care for you,” I said, shifting to drive and maneuvering the car around as I turned into a parking space. “Maybe it’s fast, I don’t know, I don’t really give much thought to the speed we’re taking. All I know is that I want to be with you.”
My truck was now stopped and I leaned my head back, my face towards her, waiting for her answer.
Against the soft glow of the lights that surrounded the parking area, her eyes were filled with heat as she said, “I want to be with you, too.”
I closed the gap between us, leaning over the console so I could get to her mouth. “Then baby… Let’s set the world aside for now because tonight, it’s just you and me.”
She’d unbuckled herself from the seatbelt, tilted her body so she could splay her hands on my chest as she said, “Yes.”
Kara
I’d only been intimate with one man.
Scott had been my first and my only for a long time.
We didn’t do it until I’d turned nineteen, and though
we had sex, I figured the number was much lower than most couples because he’d gone to college and distance was a major barrier.
Then I’d gone to college and the distance for us doubled our problems.
I gave myself to him because I loved him.
I’d always been attracted to him, from the time I turned sixteen and on, but nothing prepared me for the attraction I felt for Bishop.
It wasn’t fair to compare the two because they were so different.
Whereas Scott was light, Bishop was tanned and dark.
They both had athletic bodies, but Scott was bulkier and Bishop was taller and leaner.
When I was with Scott, I felt like I was with my best friend.
Whenever I was with Bishop, I felt like I was going to burn from the inside out.
The whole evening with Bishop, I’d felt shaky, unbalanced, like I was standing on shallow ground and at any point during the evening, it would swallow me whole.
He had that effect on me.
The first time my lips touched his, I felt a surge of electric current run through my pores. And his light touches had the opposite effect on me, they singed my skin, making me, wanting me to incinerate into a big, puddled mess.
“Babe, are you okay?” Bishop’s voice knifed through my thoughts.
I’d excused myself to use the restroom as soon as we got inside this magnificent suite. The décor reminded me of a Moroccan getaway. The reds and the browns creating an elegant, colorful interior mix and the bed looked big, inviting, a lovers’ ultimate retreat.
I took a deep breath in and replied, “I’m good. Just give me another minute.”
His hands never left my sides as we walked from the parking lot to the lobby and to our room. He’d carried our overnight bags with ease and I leaned on his solid chest as we rode inside the elevator. He’d peppered me with light kisses while we were in public, but as soon as we got inside the suite, he’d dipped his tongue into my mouth, the act making my panties soaked in wetness.
I didn’t want to leave his side, but I had to collect my thoughts.
And now that I’d gathered them and tucked my doubts and uncertainties into the pockets of my mind, I checked myself in the mirror.
My lipstick was smeared across my lips.
My hair was a mess; it didn’t stand a chance against Bishop’s hands.
And the lace that adorned the neckline of my dress was slightly torn. They were no match for Bishop’s rough hands.
But when I caught sight of my eyes, I saw myself differently.
I saw a woman who wanted a man so much that she was willing to go all the way with him on their first date.
I’d never been hungry for a man’s taste but now, it was all over me, over my skin begging to be touched by the man on the other side of the door.
I didn’t fix myself on the mirror because there was no point.
Instead I pulled up the hem of my dress and started to strip.
He was waiting for me, as he lounged on the small couch by the side of the bed.
His back was towards me, but I knew that he felt me the second I entered the room.
Outside the bedroom, I called the shots, I voiced out my thoughts with no qualms.
But inside the bedroom, I was shy and timid. So unsure of what to do.
He stood up and turned towards me, his eyes getting darker as he took me in.
The chocolate browns were now almost-black when he was inches away from me.
“God, you’re beautiful.” His voice was throaty, and I saw the way his jaw clenched tightly, as if he was trying to gain his composure.
I gave him a shaky smile.
He must have sensed the doubts in me, “Baby, listen to me. If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. I want you so goddamn much, but if you want to wait, we’ll wait. I’m not going to force you into anything.”
This man.
This glorious man.
The one who never backed down from winning a goal for his team, who never said he couldn’t solve a class assignment, and the one who never asked me for anything, was bowing his head down to me.
I could feel how hard he was for me since his erection was a steel rod tenting through his jeans.
I could feel the need he had for me because I felt the same for him.
But still, he was being considerate, letting me know that if I wanted out right now, I could.
I was in my red lace bra and panties, the two barely-there pieces of fabric shielding me from him yet I’d never felt more powerful.
I touched his jaw, feeling the soft stubble of hair on it, and with my hands continuing the journey, I unbuttoned his navy blue dress shirt, my eyes salivating at the sight of the skin I was slowly exposing.
His chest had tiny sprinkles of hair, and I couldn’t fight the urge to kiss his dark nipples. So I did.
Slowly.
Slowly…
“Baby.” His voice held a soft plea, one that I refused to listen to.
My knees started folding as my mouth moved down his body. My tongue touched the large expanse of his chest with no rhyme or reason and I kept on going down –
Down.
Until I saw a trail of hair peeking between his abs and the jeans that I’d managed to unzip without damaging my nails since my hands were still unstable.
He was wearing a pair of navy blue boxer briefs.
Briefs that were now wrapped around his ankles as I slowly marveled at the large, jutting cock in front of my face.
My chin touched his cock as I looked up to meet his eyes.
If his eyes could burn, I’d be gone in a poof right now.
His hands found my hair and I teased him with my tongue. “Should I kiss it or should I suck it?”
I’d never been bold.
But then again, I’d never been with Bishop.
He let out a growl and I decided to take it upon myself to kiss it.
The tip of his cock was a hard pole against my tongue, and the liquid leaking from it was salty, musty, so Bishop.
I didn’t have him inside my mouth for a minute because the next thing I knew, I was being lifted up and gently thrown on the bed.
He propped my head against a soft pillow and against my left ear he whispered, “Not so fast, babe. You’re coming first.”
His hands unclasped my bra so fast, I didn’t have to wonder what he was going to do next because I felt the invasion of his mouth against my neck.
His stubble would cause abrasions against my sensitive skin but I didn’t care.
“Oh, ohhh,” were my words of prayer as he assaulted my breasts with his tongue. While his hands were gentle, his mouth and tongue weren’t. The contrasting sensation making me wetter and wetter by the second.
“You drive me crazy,” he said, his mouth creating vibrations against my stomach as he talked. “So fucking crazy.”
His mouth was by my belly button when I felt the first invasion inside my center.
It was a thick finger and my pussy clamped down on it.
“You like that?” His voice held the edge of a man who was about to lose control. “You like it when I fuck you with my finger?”
His question made my center drip with wetness that I didn’t even know I had.
“Ummm…Bishop…arghh.” I wasn’t sure what noises I was making, but my body was arching back in want.
He inserted another finger and that was when I felt his tongue on my clit.
I had my eyes closed, savoring the sensation when I heard his command, “Baby, open your eyes.”
I opened them and I saw the dark glint of his eyes, bursting with passion and lust, while his mouth was glistening with my wetness.
This was what lava must feel like before it erupted from a volcano.
My body wasn’t mine to command anymore; it was solely his.
My mouth wasn’t mine either, as I said, “Bishop…please.”
My eyes were still on his, as he smirked, that trademark arrogant smirk of his, “Wh
at babe? Please what?”
When he talked, his words made my clit purr.
“I need you.” I begged, my body wanting release, “Please, I need you.”
“Say cock,” he ordered, my eyes closing in all the sensations he was making me feel.
“Bishop. I need your cock,” I said it with all the force that I could muster from my body, the body he’d turned into Jell-O.
I heard the crinkle of a wrapper and a tearing, and then slowly he positioned me so that my legs were wrapped around his waist.
“Lift up, babe,” he said, this time my eyes were opened so I saw the combination of desire and fascination in his eyes.
I lifted my butt up and then I felt him.
He pushed in slowly, making me used to his large girth.
He grunted and I let out a moan.
He pulled out and I pleaded, “No.”
Pushing back in, he growled, “So tight. So fucking tight.”
Then he set up a rhythm. Fast, fast, fast, slow. Slow. Fast.
He kept thrusting inside me until I couldn’t contain it anymore.
“I’m coming,” I said in harsh breaths. “I’m commminnggg…”
He slowed down his pace and held his cock inside of me. Then he started again.
This time, my eyes didn’t want to leave his. We were connected in the most intimate way. His body set a pace that would bring him satisfaction.
Wrapping my legs tighter against his butt, my angle pushing him deeper inside of me, I saw the beads of sweat forming on his brows.
I lifted my arms in the air, noticing that my breasts were bouncing with each thrust that he made.
“Fuck. Fuck. FUCCKK!” He whispered forcefully, as his cock rammed inside me, going in, out, in, and iiinnn.
I felt my body waking up to him again and when he said, “Fuck baby, I’m coming,” I chased my orgasm right along with his.
At some point in time, I’d have to get up and start my day.
I started to stretch my arms, but I was hindered by a large body whose hands were sprawled over my waist.
My body ached upon remembering all the things we did last night.
He hadn’t wanted to go to sleep. If he could, we would have gone all night long, evaluating which Kama Sutra positions were satisfying for the both of us.