by Naomi Wyatt
2010
Chapter 14
Yanna E. Hill
Four months after styling me for my first date with Roc, Courtney was once again in my bedroom, dressing me for another night with Roc. I wasn’t so boojie that I required a stylist every time that I went on a date. However, like our first date, tonight was special, so I wanted to look my best.
“You know what him cooking you dinner at his house means, right?”
I assumed; that was why I wanted to look my best, but I played dumb just to be entertained by Courtney's commentary. “I think it means that he wants to be nice and cook his girlfriend dinner… No?”
Courtney sucked his teeth. “Hell no! It means that he wants to have sex with you!”
I pretended to play with my curls in the mirror in order to hide my blushing from Courtney.
Yet, he was too busy busting my balls to see it. “I can’t believe you have been making that man wait for four months.”
“I haven’t made him wait.”
“Then what’s the hold up?”
“I’m scared!” I admitted. “Things are so good between us. They are perfect, actually. Sex complicates things and makes them messy. It would break my heart if things changed between us.”
“Well, if you’re scared to have sex and don’t want to, take your Bible with you.”
A loud laugh ran fugitive from my throat. “My Bible? Why?”
“Yes, and keep it near you, that way you won’t take your clothes off. It’s hard to take your clothes off with Jesus in the room.”
Needless to say, I was cracking up.
Courtney smiled devilishly. “I know why you’re scared to give him the cookies… You know that once he gives it to you, your head is going to pop off!”
“Whatever, Courtney!”
“Seriously! That man looks like he can lay some pipe, hunny!”
I sighed deeply to control the butterflies in my stomach as the truth of my fears created chill bumps all over my skin.
I was very aware of Roc’s potential in the bedroom. He was beyond passionate without even touching me. He signaled orgasms within me with his words or a simple kiss. I could only imagine what he could do to me once he was literally inside of me.
I was really scared to death of having sex with this man. His power was unsettling. In his presence, I was like putty. I had no control of my usually strong, stubborn emotions. The fact that he had power over my emotions without ever penetrating me was frightening. Scarier was the fact that, since I had so prematurely given myself to him emotionally, he also had the power to hurt me. Yet, unlike any other man in my life, he never did. He had never hurt me, so I also knew that I had nothing to fear… besides falling so in love that there was no turning back.
“Look at you.” I looked at Courtney through the full length mirror. He was sitting on the couch smiling at me. It wasn’t a teasing smile this time. He was admiring me. “You want you some of that man.”
“Whatever,” I shied away.
“Don’t whatever me, girl! You know you want some of that cock.”
I spun around. “Ewe! Cock?”
“What? That’s what they call it. They don’t say, ‘Take this dick.’ They say…” Then his usual feminine voice dropped to an octave that I had never heard it. “... ‘Take this cock.’”
We both started cracking up!
“Don’t you ever drop your voice that low again. It’s creepy,” I warned through laughs so hard, that I was bent over and heaving. “Have you ever slept with a White man?”
He smiled wickedly as he waved a finger in the air. “I have, as a matter of fact… Once… He was the landlord and the rent was due… Now I own the building, girl!”
I shook my head. “You’re so crazy. Anyway, it’s not all about sex with me and Roc. We have an emotional connection that’s deeper than sex.”
We did. Our moments together were so damn intimate that we didn’t need to have sex. I think that’s why for four months it hadn't happened yet. Sometimes I wondered why he hadn’t at least tried, but, like I had grown to learn to do, I trusted him when it came to me and us.
Rolling his eyes, Courtney told me, “That’s real cute and all, but gon’ give that white man some of that thick, milk chocolate. He’s dying to have it.”
“How do you know? He’s never even tried.”
Roc and I had spent a lot of time together, but, gosh, we had never even spent the night with one another, let alone gone beyond kissing.
“Well, get ready, because tonight he is.”
Rocco de Michele
I had every intention of making Yanna mine that night. I loved her, there was no denying that. I had never told her that. We hadn’t exchanged those sentiments yet. But it was obvious to her by now that I had loved her since I was a kid. I loved her enough to spend the last four months showing her that I was better than any other man that she had experienced or thought she wanted to. I had intently spent this time fucking her mind because once I fucked her physically; I never planned to let her go.
But I couldn’t wait any longer. Tonight was the night; otherwise I was going to go fucking insane. She had never asked why I hadn’t pursued her sexually. I figured she appreciated being in this relationship without being hounded about sex. But I also knew that once I took the lead, she would follow it.
So that’s exactly what the fuck I did.
“Wow, it smells great in here.”
Like I had anticipated, Yanna was taken aback by the overwhelming smell of my “special sauce,” which was not your typical marina sauce. It was a recipe handed down to me from my grandmother, Cecily that included a variety of meatballs and sausages. The meat juices gave the sauce a rich taste that were enhanced from hours of low and slow cooking. Since traditional Italian meals take so long to prepare, I had to send one of the driver’s to pick up Baby.
“Teddie didn’t scare you, did he?”
Teddie was big and intimidating. Initially, his full facial hair, threatening tattoos, scars and intimidating size was menacing. But he was one of very few people that I would trust Baby in the hands of.
She smiled. “I was raised in the projects. Very few people scare me, Roc.”
“I figured. You’re a big girl.”
I saw her shiver in response to the intimacy that she knew was in my words. She tried to hide it as she took off her coat, but I could see her blushing through her curls as she placed her jacket on the back of the couch.
Ho–ly shit.
Now that she had gotten rid of that jacket, I could see every fragment of her. She had worn a pair of jeans that fit her like a pair of gloves. Her ass looked so kissable in them. The high heels that she wore made it stand up at attention, hypnotizing me with each sway of her enticing, curvy hips. Her smooth brown skin was revealed in an off–the–shoulder shirt, and I fought the urge to run up to her and kiss each of them.
I was so speechless as I took her in that I was mentally preoccupied as she walked up to me, hugged and kissed me. I didn’t realize that she was so close to me until her breasts rubbing against my chest caused my cock to grow as hard as fucking concrete.
Fuck. Do we even have to eat dinner?
But I knew that we did, so I regretfully led her to the dining room table that was already set and waiting for her. Caprese salad and Gnocchi del Mare, which was shrimp and crab in a creamy parmesan sauce with roasted red bell pepper tossed with gnocchi, and Pane Casareccio bread was already waiting buffet style, so we dug right in.
I tried to talk to her about her day, but I honestly didn’t give a fuck about how her day went. Staring at her full, suckable lips as she smiled and talked was like fucking torture. I wanted them wrapped around my tool so bad that I couldn’t think straight, so I just nodded and hoped that Baby got full fast.
At the time, I was living in a bachelor pad that I hired an interior decorator to deck out. It was a two bedroom condo on the North Side with Lake Michigan as its backyard. With the floor to ceiling picture wi
ndow facing the lake and candles lit, we ate in the perfect intimate setting that I was planning for.
“Gosh, that was good.” Baby slightly pushed her plate away and smiled at me. “You’re a really good cook. Do I have to return the favor?”
“You don’t want to cook for me, Baby?”
She bashfully played with her hair. She always tried to play off the way that her body responded to me, but I saw it every time. “Of course. I just don’t know if I can compete with this.”
“Can you cook?”
“Do you eat soul food?”
“C’mon now. I was born and raised in the city. What do you think?”
She giggled. “True, but I didn’t think that your parents would have let you close enough to our kind to get the taste of some soul food.”
I swallowed that truth and admitted, “Once I was old enough, I ate at a few friend’s houses. I love baked macaroni and cheese and dressing… That was a hint.”
She smiled. “Hint taken.”
“Dessert?” Please say no.
She exhaled and rubbed her stomach. “Not if I don’t want to have to do an extra mile in the morning. Tanisha is already going to kill me when she hears that I inhaled all of these carbs.” The smile that then spread across her face made me fall in love all over again. “It was worth it though.”
Did she just fucking lick her lips?
I glared at her, staring at her so intensely that she couldn’t shy away. Then I licked my lips as I raised my glass and spoke into it before I took a sip of the Cognac. “I already told you, don’t lose too many of my curves.”
She giggled nervously.
“I’m serious. I love your body. It’s not fragile. I don’t have to worry about how hard I fuck you.”
It looked like the color had left her face and she’d stopped breathing. But I continued to let her know what was about to happen to her. “You have a body like the finest automobile, and I think I might end up with a bad case of road rage if you don’t let me see every inch of it right now.”
She looked at me like I was weird. I know, it was a bit aggressive and random, but I couldn’t take this shit anymore. She stared at me, wondering how serious I was, and the look that I gave her back told her that I absolutely was.
I saw her swallow… hard. “Right now?”
To answer her, I stood, grabbed her hand and brought her to her feet. “Right fucking now.”
I couldn’t take it. It had been four months of being next to her, smelling her, touching the arch of her back, kissing her, and holding her curves in my hands. I had been such a damn gentlemen, and that was from the heart. Now, she was about to get the best fucking ride of her life, and it too would be absolutely from the heart.
My bedroom was only a few feet away, and I think I dragged the poor girl the entire way there. I was ready to devour every portion of her, but, as I sat her on the bed, I saw hesitation in her eyes.
“What do you want, Baby?”
She gazed at me and those beautiful eyes made me selfish, for once. I couldn’t give a fuck what she wanted with her staring into my eyes with that beautiful face and that body. I sat beside her, gently grabbed her by the throat, but didn’t choke her. I saw her chest began to rise as her breathing turned into a pant just as I kissed her so deep that she forgot whose air she was breathing.
“What do you want, Baby?” I asked her again without breaking our kiss. “Tell me.”
She pulled away. As she stared into my eyes, evidence of our kiss was all her lips and it made my cock solid, as she found words, “I want to be the first thing that you touch in the morning and the last thing that you taste at night.”
I literally growled into our kiss.
Fuck.
I was the aggressor. I was controlling. But there were a few moments that Baby was able to take my breath away, and, damn it, that was one of them. I was speechless, and she took advantage of her defeat by straddling me and kissing me rough and passionately. I had lost all control. All my life I had wanted nothing but to be inside of this woman, to be skin to skin with this beautiful beast, and the fact that it was happening and she wanted it just as much as I dreamed of was fucking insane to me.
Her hands went beneath my shirt. She lightly ran her nails against my skin as she felt my chest. I could feel my cock struggling to free itself as she broke our kiss only long enough to take my shirt off. She had the nerve to lick her lips as she took in the sight of my bare chest.
Who is this woman?
I mean, I liked her, but where in the hell had she been the last four months?
Yanna E. Hill
I would have attempted to be a lady and act like I didn’t know where all of this was coming from, but that would be a lie. I had appreciated Roc showing me that this relationship wasn't just about sex, but Courtney was right. I hadn’t had sex in four long, long, dry years. Being so close to Roc had been such an unbearable tease and I couldn’t take it anymore.
So I dropped to my knees.
I laughed on the inside as he looked at me curiously with a mouth that was partially agape in disbelief. I fought the urge, unbuckling his pants in unbearable anticipation. Once they were unbuttoned, I yanked his pants down and began to take off his shoes so that I could get his pants all the way off. As I did, he continued to stare at me. Now, he was no longer staring in disbelief. He was just gazing, as I often caught him doing, with the most adorable smirk on his face. Anything adorable on a man with the usual appearance of a monster was sexy as hell.
I had to avoid his eyes if I wanted to maintain what little control he allowed me to have. But once his pants were off and I reached into his boxer briefs, I lost all aggression.
I gulped, not caring if he saw the shock in my expression or the way my chocolate cheeks turned red, even beyond my blush.
Whoa! Sweet Jesus!
Though we hadn't had sex yet, I had been very close to Roc. We’d danced. I’d sat on his lap. So I had an idea of his size, but with it in my bare hand, flesh to flesh, I was amazed.
No turning back now, girl.
I had to talk myself into giving him oral. I wasn’t sure if I would fit it in my mouth.
Like always, he knew exactly what I was feeling. “Just take as much as you can, Baby.” His coaching was laced with heavy breaths, so I knew that he was anticipating the moment that his dick met my mouth, so I no longer made him wait. I wet my mouth, before bringing his brass to my moist lips and sucking him in. The moment that it met the inside of my mouth, he reacted with a sharp inhale. “Ssss.”
I took it into my mouth and sucked, cautiously, admittedly. I loved his aggression but if he got rough in this moment, he would suffocate me.
Again, he knew what I was thinking. “I won’t force it, Baby.”
With that, I relaxed and lowered my mouth further down his shaft. Though he was more than I could handle, the taste of him in my mouth was wonderful and had instantly satisfied an appetite that I had had for four months.
“That’s it, Baby,” he breathed. “That’s wonderful.”
His words of encouragement turned me on. I wanted so badly to please him perfectly, so I took more of him in. I then relaxed my throat, held him by both hands, and sucked as my hands stroked him.
“Yesss. Fuck.”
I looked up and saw that his hands were resting on each side of him as his head cocked back and his eyes shut tight.
I continued with my rhythm, my mouth watering more and more as he throbbed inside of my mouth.
“Shit, stop, Baby,” I kept sucking, but he insisted. “Fuck, you’re going to make me cum.” So, I released him from my throat just as the taste of pre–cum hit my tongue.
“Fuck. I have got to get inside of you right fucking now. Come here.” Roc stood me up and literally ripped my clothes from my body. I heard my shirt tear as he lifted it over my head. He pulled my bra down and attacked my nipples like a hungry creature as he unfastened my bra at the same time.
“Mmmm!” Instantly, my
clitoris began to throb as the feeling of his mouth around my nipples set me on fire. I ran my hands through his slick hair, encouraging him to continue to feast as he began the task of getting rid of my jeans. I helped him by wiggling out of them. As soon as they were down to my knees, his huge hand cuffed my cheeks.
“Fuck. I want you so bad,” he literally growled.
I maneuvered towards the bed, forcing his mouth to release my breast. I lay down, kicking off my pumps and then releasing my jeans from around my ankles.
I spread my legs, inviting him in, but he just stood there, as my body was highlighted by the moonlight coming through the window, giving me all kinds of bad boy appeal because his hat was still on, and his dick was rock hard, dancing towards me.
“Damn. You’re amazing.”
This was why sex wasn’t necessary all of this time. He had been mentally fucking me every chance he got.
I reached and slid my thong off. Then my hand went to the lake presently overflowing between my legs, and he licked his lips. That was all he needed to see to come to me, crawling between my legs and taking my mouth into his.
As we kissed, I reached down and began to stroke him, bringing him closer and closer towards the lake, ready for him to take a deep dive.
He left my lips and began to sweetly attack the most sensitive part of my neck. “It’s yours. Take it, Baby.”
At that moment, I lost control.
Rocco de Michele
“It’s yours. Take it, Baby.”
I was encouraging her to continue taking control. But that shit was turning me so on that I feared I would cum the moment I touched her walls.
But she obeyed. She guided me towards her opening, and I could literally feel the heat increasing the closer it got. Her body seemed to reach out and grab me, pulling and sucking me in.
And it was at that moment, right then that I fell into the softest, tightest, most secure place on this earth.