“Whatcha doing out here?” she asked.
Jay kicked his pride aside and said, “Thinking.”
“Thinkin’ about what?” she dared to ask.
The answer was obvious, but still he said, “About you, boo.” His eyes raked in her appearance as she opened the screen door, hair pulled back and wearing her favorite pajamas. No other woman looked so damn good in flannel. He was magnetically drawn to her. Unconsciously,he shut his car door and moved toward her.
Honey saw him closing in on her and began to shiver with anticipation. There was no panicky feeling. It felt right. Finally, Honey allowed her heart to lead the way.
And damn if she wasn’t going to follow.
“Why don’t you come in before we both freeze to death?” she whispered.
Jay nodded and continued toward the porch where she was waiting. There was a chilly breeze, but neitherof them seemed to care.
Honey stepped aside so he could pass into the living room, then closed the door. Her teeth chattered as she moved to where Jay was standing in front of the couch. She rubbed her hands up and down her arms, pretendingto be cold, but instead she was shaking with an exhilaratingcombination of excitement and anticipation.
“Let me start a fire,” Jay suggested, then shrugged out of his coat and laid it across the chair. He moved toward the fireplace, but Honey stopped him with her hand.
She allowed her robe to fall to the floor. “I’m ready.”
Jay felt an excitement bubble up inside, but he didn’t want to assume too much. There was only so much a brotha could take. “Baby, tell me what you’re ready for.”
Honey swallowed and said, “For you to make love to me,” hoping he wouldn’t notice the tremor in her voice.
Jay, stunned, didn’t dare move. If he did, nothing would stop him from making her his. “Are you sure?”
She had barely nodded when Jay closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms. “You’re so damn sexy,” he whispered. Her heart was beating just as hard as his. “I want you so damn bad,” he whispered. “I lie awake at night aching to have you lying beneath me, with your legs spread wide and my dick buried deep inside you.”
As she pulled away, her most private area throbbed and her eyes became misty as she looked up at him and saw a reflection of his heart. Jay leaned in closer and dropped his mouth to the base of her neck, and she shuddered with desire. His lips traveled to several small places along her neck as he seared a path. “I promise not to hurt you.”
She draped her arms around his neck and stood on tiptoe, arching her body against his. “The only thing I’m afraid of is the way you make me feel. I’ve been runnin’ away from my feelings since I met you.”
Staring down at her, he said, “I’ve tried to leave you alone, but I don’t want to pretend anymore.” His voice was husky with emotion.
“Yes.” With that one word, Honey surrendered to the emotions she’d kept buried deep inside for years.
He lowered his head and took her mouth. The feel of her pressing against him was his undoing. She clung to him, making soft little sounds deep in her throat as he plunged his tongue and explored the warmth inside. Then he stopped.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
She opened her eyes to meet the desire brewing in his.
“At any point you change your mind, I’ll stop,” he whispered.
She nodded. “I know you will.”
He swept her up in his arms and made his way to the master bedroom, planting small wet kisses across her face and neck. Pulling back the covers, he eased her onto the bed and followed her down. He poised himself on his elbows, hovering over her, his gaze feasting on the sight of her lying beside him, sharing the intimacy of her bed. “I’m gonna take this slow.”
He lowered his head, covering her lips with a passionatekiss while his hands began an exploration of her body. His hand moved downward, slowly caressing either side of her body to her thigh. The fabric of their clothing separated them, yet did nothing to slow the energy generating between them. Her breath came in shallow, uneven gasps.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded, touched by his concern.
“Try to relax.” He pulled her close to him. “Baby, take as long as you need. I’m not going anywhere.” While he held her tight, he expressed words of love and encouragement until her breathing became almost normalagain.
She pressed her parted lips to his, and as their tongues did a soulful dance Honey sighed, surrendering to her desire and freeing something inside her. The days of running from Jay were finally over. She loved him. Love was her strength.
The sound of her breathing had quieted and was now coming evenly. Jay reminded himself that he needed to treat her like a virgin. No matter how fuckin’ horny he was, he had to take it slow. He had to make it good for her too.
He made doubly certain she was relaxed before his fingers traveled under her top and he gently outlined her small perky breasts with his fingertips. He kneaded first one nipple, then the other, drawing them into hardenedpeaks.
“How does that feel?”
“Good,” she whispered, and moaned with pleasure. His touch filled her with warmth.
He looked down at her, eyes closed, lips parted.
While nuzzling her hair he continued to circle her nipple slowly with one hand, while the other traveled down into her pajama bottom, skimming her hips and thighs. He quickly realized she wasn’t wearing panties. His fingers brushed through the curls, seeking her clit.
Her stomach fluttered, her toes curled, and the walls of her coochie clenched and unclenched in preparation.The gentle massage sent currents racing through her veins. She could no longer lie still, and began squirming beneath his hand.
He ended the kiss, then lifted himself up and off the bed. With quick precision, he freed himself of his shirt and flung it to the floor.
Honey sucked in a deep breath, her nerves singing, her body yearning, as she looked at his naked hairy chest as if it were the first time. Broad, and muscular, his shoulders looked massive and his arms huge. He was without a doubt the finest man she’d ever seen.
As if he sensed her longing, he took a seat on the bed beside her. Then he guided her hand to his chest and encouraged her to explore. When he pressed her hand against his chest, she was amazed at the powerful beat of his heart. “That’s what you do to me,” he said in a low sensual voice. She caressed his chest, then ran her hand over his broad shoulder, loving the feel of his strength beneath her fingertips. Sliding her palm across his skin, she felt heat leap into her fingers and spread up her arm.
Feeling the electricity of her touch, Jay had to grit his teeth to keep from losing it as desire spiraled up in him. He reached down and raised her into a sitting position.Honey allowed him to lift her pajama top over her head and toss it on the floor.
As he gazed down at her with appreciation, her breathing quickened, lifting and lowering her breasts, her nipples tightening under his scrutiny.
“Sweet heaven,” he moaned as he stared down at her perfect little breasts. He lowered his mouth, and filled it with the right one, then the left. He laved her nipples until they were marble hard.
She felt herself unraveling. Warmth spread through her, rapidly raising her temperature, and moisture pooled between her thighs. She had never known anything so incredibly sensual, so delicious.
His fingers touched and teased her nipples, giving her indescribable pleasure. His lips and tongue licked and sucked until she was mindless with sexual feelings unlike anything she’d felt before. Jay kissed her belly, then lifted her hips enough to reach under her and tug the elastic waistband of her pajamas down and over her legs. Just as skillfully, he removed the rest of his clothes. He couldn’t believe his eyes. She was sexy as hell. Little breasts. Tiny waist. Flat stomach and a phat ass. What more could any man ask for?
He returned to her, and they both lay naked beside each other. While he planted a trail of kisses down from her neck to her breast
s, and then to her abdomen, his fingers sought and found her core. He stroked her clit intimately, eliciting a cry of astonished pleasure from her before he inserted two fingers inside her pussy as if testing her readiness. Her tightness declared that she hadn’t been touched in years.
“You are so hot and wet, Honey,” he whispered beforehe lowered his head. With his tongue, he painted a damp trail up one inner thigh and down the other beforehe buried his face in the brown thatch between her legs. He then began thrusting and stroking his tongue from her clit down to her core.
“Ohhh, baby!” she moaned as she spread her legs wide apart, giving him complete access. “Don’t stop! Ahhh, yesss.”
Honey shivered uncontrollably; she desperately needed more than his mere touch. A wave of ecstasy throbbed through her, and she was lost. “Please,” she whimpered with sweet agony.
“Not yet, boo.”
While he sucked her clit, he inserted two fingers in and out of her pussy. She rocked her hips against his fingers, fucking them as she would a dick.
“You like that, boo?” he asked in between sucks.
“Oooh! That’s feels sooo good. Just like that, baby ... just like that.”
He continued to stroke her; her entire body tingled, and Honey felt she was ready to come.
“Puhleeeeze, Jay! I want you inside me.”
Her cry was permission for what he was dying to do. Jay positioned himself carefully between her thighs and pulled her hips up to him. Honey stared down at his large dick and felt a moment of panic. Could she possibly accommodate something that size? But her fears were quickly put to rest when Jay began gently stroking the head against her clit. She closed her eyes and the image of Walter was nowhere in sight. All she saw was the man she loved.
She moaned and the tension slowly left her body. Jay decided she was finally ready. Finding her entrance,he pushed slightly while he watched her face. He pushed again, making sure there were no signs of pain or fear. He was at the brink of exploding, but if she had any doubts, he would stop. With the third push her eyelids flew open, and his eyes searched hers.
“Are you sure?” he asked with concern.
“More sure than I’ve ever been.” She squirmed beneathhim, pushing her hips forward, trying to meet him. Her eyes drifted closed as she moaned against his lips. With her encouragement, he pushed into her hot, moist pussy.
A cry tore from her lips that he smothered with a kiss. He lay still, trying to give her a chance to recover from the shock. However, she grabbed hold of his buttocksand continued the stroke on her own. Jay was met by a tidal wave of pleasure. He released a moan. Never had he felt so connected to a woman.
Honey felt full, expanded to the limit, and nothing had ever felt so right.
Jay withdrew from her but, moaning, she clung to him. He plunged again, deeply, completely, and she cried out from the sheer joy of having him inside her body.
Their rhythm began, slowly, gently, and together they found harmony with one another. They soared higher, the pace accelerating until the beat of their union grew faster and faster.
“Damn, this pussy is good!” he chanted over and over.
Her body jerked with release. Her juices flowed continuously. Jay intensified his actions, pushing her further and deeper into pure, explosive ecstasy. He was fuckin’ her so good that Honey cried out his name repeatedlyas they thrashed about on the bed, their bodies joined.
“Oooooooh!” she cried as she came harder than she ever did with her vibrator.
A vigorous tide of passion raged through both of them, bringing them to an earth-shattering climax.
Later, Jay pulled her into his arms, and Honey snuggled against him, praying the night would never end. He lifted the covers over them and draped his arm across her warm, damp body.
Honey couldn’t believe she had finally given in to her feelings. She had finally made love to Jay.
Bitch, you still haven’t told him the truth.
What was she going to do? she asked the nagging voice inside her head. Jay was bound to find out sooner or later ... unless, of course, she was ready to end their relationship again. He loved her and she loved him. But nothing had changed. It was unfair to mislead him into believing they had a future. This shit ain’t fair. It would be unfair of her to take away a man’s joy at having a child. She could never do that to him. Honey sniffled,anticipating the grief of losing him again.
Jay stiffened at the sound. “What’s wrong, boo?”
“Nothing,” she whispered before turning around and leaning her back against his chest. The joy she’d felt only minutes ago had suddenly faded, and she didn’t dare look into the future.
Now what the fuck is wrong? Jay asked himself as he felt her body tense. Maybe she was regretting that she allowed him to make love to her. He’d tried to make it good for the both of them, and her actions told him she had enjoyed every minute of it. So then what the hell was the problem? He wrapped his arms tight around her and planted light kisses on the side of her neck, then whispered reassuringly near her ear, “I love you, boo.”
Honey awoke well after midnight and found her head still resting on his broad chest. She eased out of the covers and rushed into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth. Looking on the back of the door for her robe, she cursed when she remembered she’d left it in the living room. Wrapped in only a towel, she decided to go downstairs before Jay rose. But he was waiting for her outside the door, standing before her with his dick sticking straight out.
“What’re you doing?” he asked, leaning against the doorjamb.
“Getting dressed.”
He moved in closer, put his hands at her waist, and gazed into her eyes. “Why?”
Honey hesitated for a moment. “I thought I’d go down and watch a movie.”
“Stop running from us, Honey.”
She felt his dick rub against her thigh. “I—I’m not runnin’.”
“Yes, you are, boo,” he whispered against her hair. “I need you here with me.” Jay brought his lips to hers, then broke away. “Whatever’s bothering you, we can work out together. Nothin’ is gonna change the way I feel about you. Absolutely nothin’. Now that I’ve tasted you, sucked you, fucked you, I ain’t going no-damn-where.” He captured her lips in another kiss, then dropped the towel to the floor, swung her into his arms, and carried her back to bed. “Are you sore?” he asked, staring down into her eyes as she lay beneath him.
“No.”
“Good, ’cause I’m not done with you yet.” Spreadingher legs, he slipped into her pussy so easily it was as if he had never left.
Sixteen
Natalia quickly added the figures for next month’s extravaganza. The expenses were increasing by the minute. Traditionally, Diva Designs’ fashion shows were held at the historic Fox Theater; however, an incompetentmarketing assistant booked the event on the wrong day, and Alicia Keys was scheduled to perform at the Fox on the same night. Now they were left with little choice: change the date or find another location. Luckily,Natalia had received a bid from the Black RepertoireTheater, located in the same vicinity. They were eager to bring the annual attraction to their location, and were willing to make all the accommodations needed.
All that was left was to find a master of ceremonies. Natalia tapped a pencil lightly on her desk, thinking. Normally they used one of the local radio personalities,but this time she wanted to do something a little different. Maybe even a stand-up comedian to entertain the audience during intermission. There was a lot of local talent in the area, but she wanted someone who wasn’t only born in St. Louis but could also draw a large crowd. Someone like Cedric the Entertainer. She’d already assigned a competent team to work exclusivelyon the event, and trusted them to find the right person.
Natalia stretched her long legs underneath her desk, then moved her neck from side to side, releasing the tension. She’d been at it for hours now. Glancing down at her watch, she remembered she was scheduled to interviewa candidate that afterno
on for the marketing position. She dropped the pencil she’d been holding and laced her fingers. She was still pissed off that Terrainewas determined to get the position filled before the spring season began, and although she’d stressed to him that now wasn’t a good time, he refused to listen to shit she had to say. He was the boss, and what Terraine’spussy-whipped ass wanted, Terraine got. Nataliacould try talking to Sasha, who seemed to have her husband wrapped around her damn finger. However,after the two of them bumped heads last year, she’d be damned before she kissed that prissy bitch’s ass. Instead,she would have to deal with the shit.
She had to admit, if there were a marketing director in place, she wouldn’t have to work quite as hard. Even though the two departments worked hand in hand, if she could relinquish marketing, she could concentrate solely on fashion.
In the meantime, the dual role was helping keep her mind off Jacob’s punk ass. Leaning back in her seat, she found herself wondering what he was doing. He’d sent her a postcard, but nowhere in the note did he indicatehe missed her, or provide a phone number. She gritted her teeth with renewed anger. That bastard is gonna regret fuckin’ with my emotions.
That thought strengthened her, and she shuffled through her in-box looking for the candidate’s resume. She wanted to take a few minutes to review it for problemareas. The person had better be qualified, or Terrainewas going to hear from her. Maybe she could take the problem before their stockholders. Wouldn’t he be pissed? She frowned. No, maybe that wouldn’t be a good idea. If pushed, Terraine could be vindictive. He would look for any excuse to remove her from the positionher godfather had left her in control of in his will. And more than likely give her job to his wife. Nah, she wasn’t having that.
Her eyes darted around her desk in frustration. After several more seconds with no success in locating the file, she buzzed her secretary.
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