by Ju Ephraime
As Foxx turned to her, he had to forcibly remove the woman’s arms from around his body to introduce her to Therèse.
“Celina, I’d like you to meet my friend. Therèse, Celina. We were just leaving. Do you need a ride home?”
“Regretfully, no.” Celina gave him another hug before she moved away from him. “I have to return to my friends. Good evening to both of you and don’t be a stranger, Foxx.”
Foxx shook his head as he gave a soft laugh. Hearing the sound, Therèse turned to look at him. She could tell this woman was more than a friend to him. The body language between them screamed of intimacy. Foxx was a virile man, and she had expected him to have women lining up to be with him, but it hurt nonetheless.
She couldn’t help wondering if this could be the woman who had tried to warn her away from Foxx. She certainly hoped this didn’t mean she would start receiving threats again.
Celina didn’t look like someone who could be ignored. She was a tall young woman, impeccably dressed in body-hugging white jeans and a red tank top that showed her beautiful figure off to perfection. She wore her hair in a shoulder-length cut, which framed her face beautifully. In any event, Therèse couldn’t help thinking she’d have her work cut out for her if Celine was the competition.
chapter
TWELVE
The traffic was heavy, and it was well past midnight before they made it back to her hotel. They hadn’t spoken much on the drive because Foxx needed to concentrate on the road, and she was busy thinking of a way to engineer having a few precious, intimate moments with the man. Tonight, she thought in passionate rebellion, and damn the consequences. She and Foxx were going to have their true reunion.
He walked her into the hotel, but instead of walking to the elevator, which would have taken her to her room, she took his hand and proceeded to lead him to the secluded garden at the back of the hotel. Before her newfound courage deserted her and she changed her mind, Therèse placed her arms around him and whispered softly in his ear.
“Would you like to come up to my room?” She smiled as she allowed herself to lean into him, inhaling his unique scent. He smelled of clean summer air and aroused male. Desire was thick between them, intoxicatingly potent, but she sensed the hesitation in Foxx. He was standing so still, as if trying to get control. Throwing caution to the wind, she moved even closer to him and raised her hand to the opening of his shirt to play with the chain hanging around his neck. She just needed to touch him.
This was too much for Foxx. With a growl of satisfaction, he curled his hand on the nape of her neck as he took possession of her mouth in a kiss that was almost brutal in intensity.
Foxx lost himself in her sweetness. He had forgotten how good she tasted, how good it felt to be locked in a passionate kiss with her. He moved his mouth to the corner of hers and proceeded to leave a trail of kisses from her chin to her neck, paying special attention to the pulse actively beating there, only to return time and time again back to her luscious lips.
Body humming with need and excitement, he caged her against the pillar of the pergola in the garden. He had no recollection of moving or how he got her to the pillar. He was so hard he feared that, if he didn’t try to regain some control, he would take her right here in this garden.
“We have to get out of here before I make love to you here where someone could find us.” His voice was almost hoarse as he fit his mouth over hers, engaging her tongue in a duel that had her moaning. He caught her moans in his mouth as he deepened the kiss.
She felt the heated length of his erection pulsing against her as if it had a life of its own.
In the hotel garden? She didn’t care if he took her here. Moving her hands inside his shirt, Therèse was trying to feel his body. She heard her own whimper as he licked at her mouth, using his teeth to tease her lips before sinking his tongue into her mouth again. His stiff flesh dug into her stomach as he ground his hips against her as if seeking some sort of relief. She whimpered with need, when he tore his mouth away from hers, and taking her hand, walked into the hotel.
Before she was fully aware of what was happening, they were at the elevator door, which mercifully slid open as a couple walked out holding hands.
Foxx walked into the elevator, and before the door had fully closed, he was reaching for her again.
“Aren’t you going to allow me to select my floor?”
“What floor is it?
“Fourth.” He pushed the button as he turned to give her a quick kiss. Compared to the deep, soul-searching ones he’d bestowed on her in the garden, this one was quite tame. It soon became apparent why because he had his hand on the button, and the elevator shot all the way up to the fourth floor.
The moment they entered the room, he began removing her dress. When he came to her bra, he raised his heavy-lidded gaze to her face, noting, “You have taken to wearing a bra now.”
The bra was one of her favorites, a beautiful shelf pushup in red. The entire effect was lost on Foxx; he was not in the mood to be admiring underwear. She could tell he wanted her out of her clothes. The bra followed the dress, and her panties were added to the pile. His eyes darkened as his gaze slid over her possessively.
“You are so beautiful.”
Her body was flushed from the heat of her arousal. She made no effort to hide the hunger she knew shone in her eyes. He could see the evidence of her arousal, and she felt the fluid running down her legs.
Therèse watched as he removed first his shirt then his shoes. Next came his pants and underwear, which came off together. He hadn’t taken his eyes off her; he watched her watch him as he straightened up to reveal himself to her.
She hadn’t realized she’d been holding her breath until she began to feel lightheaded. His heavy erection, surrounded by its nest of red hair, sprang free. Its smooth length jerked as he circled it with his large hand, the head thick and red.
Casually as ever, he began to stroke it, and it seemed to get bigger with every downward movement of his hand. The sight had her mesmerized. She watched as a drop of pearly pre-cum dripped from its head. He held it in his hand as if it were a precious object. His face was dark and sensual, his features appearing almost harsh in the pale light of the room.
Foxx knew she used to love watching him touch himself in this way, and he was not disappointed now. Her response was evident by the fresh wetness glistening in the tight curls between her legs.
“Come to me, Therèse.” He continued stroking himself casually.
She went to him as if in a trance. Her bottom lip caught between her teeth as she watched his big hand slide over his thick, hard length.
Foxx watched her walk toward him. He loved seeing the sway of her heavy breasts as she moved. Her nipples were erect, the areolas so tightly ruched they were almost nonexistent. He leaned forward. Without releasing his cock or touching her, Foxx took her left nipple into his hot mouth.
Reaching for her hand, he placed it on his stiff penis as he paid homage to first one breast then the other. He moved from her breasts to her mouth, giving her little bites, which he soothed with his tongue. “I love kissing you. J’adore votre bouche. You have the most delicious mouth. Juste délicieux.”
He reached down to the damp curls between her thighs and unerringly found the nub there, hard and begging for attention. He applied pressure on it as he inserted his middle finger inside her.
“You are so wet and ready for me, petite amie.”
“No, not this.” She didn’t like his finger inside her; it only made her more anxious. Hastily, she took his hand and moved it back to her breast.
To her relief, Foxx was instantly distracted by the move. His thumb brushed over the nipple, and she couldn’t control a gasp when he bent and took her breast into his mouth, sucking hard.
“Foxx, please, I can’t take any more.”
“Any more of what? This?” His fingers traced the swollen folds of her pussy, moving back to apply pressure to her nub. He returned again and again
to torment her until her flesh throbbed and sizzled with sensation. She was hovering on the edge of release but never achieving it.
“Now, now, please, please, Foxx,” she begged.
It seemed her last plea did the trick. Pulling back to look into her face, he lifted her effortlessly and lowered her onto his jutting shaft, one slow, glorious inch at a time. He pushed upward while at the same time allowing her weight to drive her onto his engorged penis.
She couldn’t stop the small sound that escaped her as he pushed deeper into her tight folds. Suspended in the air and supported only by his hands around her waist, she was limited in her actions and could only accept the rough upward thrust of his hips as he plowed into her.
He ground his teeth together. The sensation of tiny inner muscles clenching him, loving him, burning him in scorching heat, almost had him losing control before he had fully started. He had to pause for a moment to give his starving body a chance to savor the feeling.
Face flushed, her lips swollen from his kisses, eyes glazed over with passion, Therèse was beautiful. She was breathing through her teeth. He loved seeing her like this, almost wild in her need. It fed his male ego. This time he was determined not to allow it to go to his head, but he was finding it damn near impossible to remain detached.
Lifting her up, he brought her down hard. Foxx buried himself so deep he could feel her womb as he bumped it with the head of his cock. Thrusting into her over and over, he lost himself in the wonderful feel of her body. “Chéri, vous sentir comme le ciel! Darling, you feel like heaven!”
She had always been a tight fit for him; now she was even more so. He felt as if he were fighting for every inch he gained in penetrating her. He could actually feel the way she was stretching for him.
Her inner muscles squeezed rhythmically as her body adjusted to accommodate him while he impaled her with rapid thrusts into her welcoming flesh.
She clenched her legs around his waist. It seemed to him Therèse was trying to gain some control. Giving her no quarter, he walked the few remaining steps to the bed with their bodies still joined.
Placing her on the edge of the bed, he continued slamming into her, each thrust more powerful than the one before. She began to whimper, which told him she was nearly out of her mind with lust.
Those small sounds were music to his ears, and his body responded powerfully, sending pleasure through him like a tidal wave. It began in the soles of his feet and spiraled up to his head with the same force he was using to slam into her.
She cried out his name, pleading with him as he lowered his head and took her breast in his mouth. As the last wave hit him hard, Foxx applied pressure on the nipple with his teeth. Groaning between clenched teeth, he thrust harder into her, sweating with pleasure as the drops trickled down onto her breast.
The orgasm tore through her body so powerfully it had her screaming in ecstatic pleasure, as ripple followed ripple in one continuous wave. She felt his ejaculation, hot and furious, filling her as he emptied himself inside her. He thrust farther inside her with a strong surge that triggered another wave of orgasm, and she felt her body soaring again on an endless wave of release.
Foxx leaned his body over hers, his breathing every bit as fast as hers as he tried to draw in a calming breath.
Therèse lay back, her mouth dry, her throat parched, which was evidence of the fact that she had been breathing though her mouth the entire time. The onslaught of sensation when she and Foxx came together always had her screaming silently. It was something only he’d been able to reduce her to, a silent scream.
She had been too preoccupied when she first entered the room to take note of anything other than Foxx. Now she cast her eyes around looking for the drink tray that was always on the mini bar.
As if he knew what she was looking for, he got up and grabbed the bottle of Evian water and handed it to her. She took a small sip, still lying on her back. The water trickled down her chin, and he reached over her and lapped it up with his tongue. The first gulp was slightly painful, her first awareness that she must have been screaming pretty hard for her throat to be this raw.
She looked at him from under her lashes, which turned out to be a mistake. He looked so dark and handsome, his face sensual, and she couldn’t help reaching out to run her hand down his well-developed abdominal muscles.
Foxx's response was immediate. He went from semi-erect to rock-hard in the space of a second. His lids went heavy as his eyes darkened with passion. She knew that look—he was not done with her.
He leaned over her and lapped the underside of her breast, from one to the other never taking the nipple into his mouth. He knew this drove her crazy.
She tried to push at him because she was beginning to feel the burn now that her body temperature was almost back to normal. “Stop, I need to clean up.”
“Hmm, are you sure you want to do that now? I’ll only get you moist and slippery again.”
He never stopped stroking his tongue over her breasts. She looked down at him to ask him to stop again, but with a slow, sexy smile, he took her nipple into his mouth.
Her body responded immediately, and as connected as he was to her, there was no hiding it from him. With a wicked glint in his eyes, he reached for her other breast and brought the two together, taking both nipples into his mouth at the same time.
She hadn’t known that was physically possible. Her body seemed to love it and began tightening around his cock. Perversely, he slipped out of her. She let out a sound of frustration as she arched her back, trying to bring him back to her.
“I thought you were hurting,” he said with a sly grin as he moved her hand aside.
Bringing her legs up to his shoulders, he surged back into her, which caused Therèse to cry out at the stinging and burning as his thick, long cock sank into her. He held her legs open and continued burrowing in, deeper and deeper, one increment at a time, until she could feel him bumping against her cervix.
He reached between their bodies, and his fingers went unerringly to her clit. Moving his finger over the engorged head, he had her screaming as streaks of sensation chased each other up and down her legs, the orgasm tearing through her. She took him with her, tightening around him, forcing him to empty inside her. It took her a while to regain control of her legs after he lowered them to the bed. She kept them wrapped around him, her arms still encircling his head like some treasured gift. She felt him breathing against her neck, his mouth open and laving her skin with his tongue.
Foxx knew this one time was not enough to satisfy the need that had been riding him for so many months, but he was not comfortable sleeping in the hotel.
Sleeping in any hotel was something he had a serious problem with. Foxx didn’t trust any of them after seeing how unsanitary most of them were.
The bug thing alone gave him the creeps, but the phobia about sleeping on anyone else’s pillow went way back with him. Much as he would like to stay with Therèse, he knew he wouldn’t sleep. That would not bode well for either of them. So he had to leave.
However, he was reluctant to remove himself from her body. He moved his hands over her gorgeous breasts, caressing them, even as he searched for the words to tell her he had to leave.
Therèse opened her eyes to find him watching her. She reached for his head and drew his mouth down to hers. She licked the sweat running down his face, taking the essence of him into her mouth while moving from his neck to his mouth and back.
It felt as if her heart would explode; she was so full of love for this man. She didn’t know how to tell him how much she loved him, had always loved him, so she allowed her body to speak to him instead. With every swipe of her tongue, her muscles tightened around him, claiming him, wanting him to know how much she had missed loving him this way. When she felt him withdraw from her, she was bereft.
“Are you leaving so soon?” she asked.
“I don’t want to, but you know how I feel about sleeping in these hotels. I’m not comfortable and
won’t sleep a wink. Do you want to come home with me?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“Do you want to freshen up first?”
“No, I’ll do that when I get to your home.”
“Are you sure? I’ll wait.”
“I’m sure. Like your aversion to sleeping on strange pillows, I don’t take baths in hotels. I’ll take a shower, but not a bath, and I do need a bath.”
“Come then. I’ll carry you to the car in your robe. You don’t have to get dressed.” He got up from the bed and began getting dressed while she lay there watching him.
“Won’t people think it strange if they see you carrying me to the car in my robe? And what will I wear in the morning when I have to return in broad daylight?”
“To answer your first question, I’ll be kissing you as I carry you down. This way, they’ll assume, and rightly so, that we are in too much of a hurry to take the time to get dressed. As to what you’ll wear in the morning, you’ll find something to wear at my house, but I’ll grab you a pair of panties.”
Leaving his shirt hanging open outside of his pants, he went to the closet and grabbed her robe and proceeded to wrap her in it. Scooping her up, he turned to walk out of the room.
“Wait, let me get my bag. What will you do if you run into a guest in the elevator?”
“Wait and see what I’ll do.”
She didn’t have to wait too long. When the elevator stopped on the second floor and two other hotel guests stepped on to the elevator, Foxx immediately took her mouth in a passionate kiss, which had the two women chuckling.
“We would say get a room,” one of them said, “but you’ve already done that.” They stepped out on the first floor, and she and Foxx proceeded down to the garage lobby.
They drove the forty-five minutes to his house in less than twenty. She didn’t want to distract him, so she remained in her seat with her eyes closed.