Yala had no idea it took every cell in his body to control his movements. She was so lushly tight and wet, he was nearly hyperventilating. Relief came when she whispered in his ear.
“It feels good. So, so good.”
Kevin released the breath he’d been holding and concentrated on his lingering thrust and the lusty waves of Yala's smooth body.
Her actions excited him—the way her moans floated into his ear, the way her breath caught with every downward thrust, the way her hand tightly gripped his neck. Her moans gave him the assurance he needed to pick up the pace.
His entrance had taken a lifetime, and he could no longer hold his vocal cries.
They both sang, crooning tunes of pleasure.
As her body yielded to his erotic demands, Kevin gave her more. As badly as he wanted to close his eyes, he couldn’t. He wanted to see her. The way her fingers gripped his shoulders and arms, the way her body tensed when he pushed too hard, the way her eyes fluttered closed when the pleasure overtook the pain. He got lost within their building desire, and she became the center of his universe.
Yala couldn’t believe how mind coaxingly good it was, wouldn’t have ever imagined how physically stimulating it could be. She did, however, realize Kevin wasn’t being as forceful as he could have been, and she appreciated him taking his time to make this encounter unimaginably pleasing.
He had no idea, but he opened her to a world she’d never imagined being a part of. His every stroke delivered bliss. As he drove further into her, her gasps grew more frequent, as explicit joy shot through her body and took her by surprise with every thrust. She had no knowledge of the different levels to pleasure, yet Kevin seemed to know exactly how to find them.
At first, the bulk of pleasure seemed content with lingering near her core, sending sparks through the rest of her body with every turn. The deeper he went, the more ecstasy built and spread equally, throughout her body. As he stirred deeper still, she wondered how much more she could take.
His words were hot against her lips.
“I want you to tell me exactly the way you want it.”
She could hardly get a syllable out, let alone words.
“Oh…” was all she could manage at that moment.
Every few minutes, he’d change his rhythm and angle, or tilt her in a certain way; and to her surprise, every move blew her mind. Her breaths rushed harshly across her kiss-swollen lips. It took her a moment to acknowledge that it was her loud pleading moans that projected throughout the room. The ruffling of the sheets, the groaning of her mattress springs, even the knocking of her headboard were the back-up choir to her vocal cries of pleasure.
Kevin’s taunt muscles and damp skin yielded to her nails, embedded in his lower back. Yala didn’t have the mind, at the moment, to compare one pleasure to another; each held distinct toxins that flooded her brain with endorphins.
Overwhelming delight flooded her, mystifying her with maddening intensity. It didn’t matter what he did to her at this point, the intensity of her pleasure outweighed all else. Her own words threatened to choke her, as they tore raggedly from her throat.
“I. I like this,” and “There, oh...oh goodness, please there.”
He whispered in her ear.
“What about this?”
She responded with rushed words that slipped between pants and harsh breaths.
“Yes. Right there. Deeper. Don't stop. Faster.”
She sang her explicit demands with no inhibitions.
Her brazen groping and sinful words of encouragement enticed him to plunge and explore her deepest depths.
She was sure something this good could easily become a need versus a want. It should have been illegal to engage in an act that took her mind further than the strongest and most addictive drugs on the market. She found that Kevin was right about something else; the tingling sensation started again. Sharp spurts of electric shot up her spine and left goose bumps on her overheated skin. Her body rippled with pleasure, as the beat of her pulse thumped and marched up her back. This time, it seemed more extreme, like a tick of an explosive about to blow her—and everything around her—to kingdom come. She prayed that Kevin wouldn’t stop.
She'd been burned by an inferno of emotions that left her with an aching need so strong she was set to explode. She begged him with an exasperated whisper, “Kevin, please. Please.”
One hand gripped his bicep, and the other gripped and tugged on his lower back. She relished it, absorbing the intensity of that final thrust. He was all the way in; so deep now, it was as if they’d become one.
She didn’t have an ounce of control over her body as she exploded into uninhibited delight.
“Kevin! Oh, God!”
She bit into his shoulder, to preserve his hearing and to save her voice box. She would apologize later. With no control over her body, pleasure took her by force and slung her in every direction. She floated up pleasure creek, soaking up the rays of desire, and didn’t care if the currents took her under. There were no words for this spell he cast. Sure this went beyond any addiction she’d known, she enjoyed every splendid moment.
Witnessing her blissful frenzy sent Kevin into the land of enlightenment. He couldn’t catch his breath as pleasure flung him into an abyss so deep, he’d lost all sense of self-awareness. He let pleasure take the wheel, and it steered him into a world he’d never traveled. An infinite amount of desire filled his body, consumed his psyche, and prevented him from forming a concise thought.
Just when the wave was set to release him, a stronger current sucked him right back under. Control was a concept lost on him, as his body involuntarily shook.
He slumped, unable to do a thing to right himself. All six senses fled his body, replaced by the driver that took control.
Had he actually passed out?
God.
He rose from his haze on wobbly arms, unable to recall anything like this happening before. It took him a moment to notice it, but he wasn’t inside her anymore. His body ceased all motor functions, as he lay helpless, halfway on top of her.
Yala was new at this, so it took her longer to recover, as Kevin stroked her face with a feathery light caress.
His lips brushed her cheek.
“Are you okay? Your eyes are open, but it seems like you’re not home.”
He attempted to conceal his chuckle but failed. He’d never taken hard drugs, but he knew their effects. The glossed-over eyes and the lazy drift you couldn’t shake off. He’d experienced both. He shook his head, attempting to shake off the lingering aftereffect. When Yala glanced at him with a wide smile, he mirrored her happiness.
Her words ease out slowly to the tone of her relaxed voice.
“Thank you. That was…so…so much more than good.”
Inhaling deeply, she exhaled her satisfaction; so relaxed, she fought to hold her drooping eyes open.
“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself; otherwise, I’d be too ashamed to face you again.”
She giggled, but she obviously had no idea that she was the only woman who’d taken his mind by overloading his body with her own brand of pleasure.
What kind of unique creature was he dealing with? She was a unicorn, something that wasn't supposed to exist.
First, he’d lost his heart to her; now, she apparently had control of his mind and body. The idea of it frightened him. Although he’d refused to believe it before, he knew he loved Yala the first night he’d spent with her. Now, he was certain he would never want anyone other than her.
Yala had gotten a dose of pure bliss. Although she didn’t want to seem needy, she stroked Kevin’s arm and hoped he didn’t plan on leaving her bed.
He must have sensed her unspoken request.
“Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.”
He tugged her closer.
Sleep clutched them quickly and tossed them into a surreal world they entered as soon as their eyelids closed.
Chapter 22
Best Insight
Yala awoke the next day with a smile, but worry etched her forehead when she didn’t spot Kevin next to her. The clinking of pots and silverware lured her gaze towards the kitchen and set her mind at ease. She was out of bed and halfway to the bathroom before she noticed her nudity. Flashes of her night with Kevin made her body tingle.
She jumped in the shower and afterwards threw on shorts and a top. She didn’t bother with a bra, Kevin had already seen everything. She shook her head and placed a hand over her mouth to stifle a giggle, not believing that she’d been so brazen with him.
When she stepped back into her bedroom, Kevin sat on her bed, smiling.
“Good morning. I brought you breakfast.”
She’d never been so happy to see anyone. She stepped into his personal space and stood between his legs. After wrapping him in her arms, she closed her eyes to savor his closeness as his head rested against her chest.
His hands made her burn with desire as they inched up the sides of her body. She overflowed with emotions. The intensity of them frightened her and urged her to back away. It was getting harder to hide the fact she was possibly falling in love with him.
He glanced at her with emotion-filled eyes.
“Your food will get cold.”
His mention of food reminded her of her hunger, but her craving for him seemed to override her most basic needs.
The tray of food that sat on her bedside table was another reminder of how wrong she’d been about men. She left a quick peck on his cheek before turning to the food.
“Thank you.”
“Wait a minute. Let me do that,” he voiced.
She didn’t argue. If he wanted to serve her, she had no intention of stopping him. She climbed back into bed, and he assisted by stuffing an extra pillow behind her back before he placed the tray across her lap. He poured her coffee, added cream and sugar, and instructed her to dig in.
“Aren’t you joining me?” she questioned, not ready for him to leave.
“Not this time. I’ll leave you to enjoy your breakfast while I take a shower.”
The emotions that cluttered her brain made her drop her eyes from his gaze. He had a way of making her every emotion rise to the surface. She was either falling in love with him or already there. Both scenarios were a shock to her system.
Kevin returned a while later, to retrieve her dishes, and voiced that he was about to take a walk. Yala appreciated the break. She found it extremely difficult to think straight since Kevin's presence fogged up her brain. She was no less tired of him than when he first arrived. She'd assumed that he’d be purged from her system as soon as they had sex, but she was wrong.
Everything she assumed she knew about relationships and men couldn’t have been more wrong. She’d spent most of her time perfecting a man’s persona, and from what she’d experienced, women didn’t want them around after sex as much as they let their egos believe.
In her case, with Kevin, she found she couldn’t get enough of him. It couldn’t have been normal. She'd had a strong urge to jump him when she found him in her room, preparing to serve her breakfast.
Now that she could think straight, she ran around her room frantically searching for her cell phone. She’d obviously sheltered herself, living inside the bubble she’d created inside her own mind. Now that she’d had a taste of what she’d been missing, she faced uncertainty and confusion.
Sori answered on the first ring.
“Hi, Yala.”
Before Yala rendered a greeting, Sori asked, “You’re calling about Kevin. He found you, didn’t he?”
Was the woman clairvoyant or what?
“Yes. He found me. And everything I assumed would happen, didn’t. I assumed he’d get on my nerves, and I’d be happy to get rid of him. I’d planned to give him two days, tops; but the damn exact opposite happened. I don’t know what the deal is between us. I actually enjoy being with him—in every way.”
She was sure Sori had caught the extra emphasis she’d put on the word, every.
Sori’s voice flowed through the line.
“The old me would have said shove him out the fucking door before things get too confusing, but the new me that I’m trying to work on says, fuck it! Enjoy him while you can. I have known you both for a long time. I’m one of a few people that know and understand how you feel about the opposite sex and why…so, for you to allow a man into your home, he must be something special.”
Yala caught the inflection Sori placed on the word home and wondered if she’d meant her house and her home as in heart, or body, or both.
Sori continued, “The last time I talked to him, every other word from his mouth was about you. He didn’t know your real name; and for him to ask me, I knew that something was going on. For him to request to be partnered with you was also shocking. He's never asked for a partner. He's never talked about any woman, except for you, since I’ve known him. After he met you…his whole entire spirit seems…different.”
Surprised, Yala should have known, but just realized, Kevin had been talking about her to Sori.
An anxious unease overtook her. She ran her hands up and down her arms although she wasn't cold.
“So, how do I handle this? Why does it seem like I have no control, no matter what I do or say?”
A long pause followed her question.
“I don't want to say what I think because I don’t want to scare you.”
Yala wanted to hear it.
“Tell me what you’re thinking. I’m a nervous mess, trying to figure this thing out.”
Sori blurted out, “I think you guys are in love with each other or damn near there. The two of you have personalities like quiet storms. Personally, it’s about time the both of you found someone. It’s ironic that you two snuck up on each other though. I understand your concern. In our line of work, this sort of thing can be dangerous, if you let things get out of hand. However, I am not worried about you two.”
Sori chuckled.
“I’m fairly certain the both of you have slipped and fallen into the emotional rabbit hole and gotten a taste of the one thing you can’t control. Correction. As far as I know, love is the one thing no one can control.”
A show tune may as well have been playing. Complete silence. Crickets chirped.
Sori called out, “Yala? Are you there, or have I scared you to death?”
She’d asked for it, but the last thing Yala wanted to hear was Sori confirming the very thing she’d been too afraid to even admit to herself. If Sori sensed the way she felt over a phone conversation, this thing could be a danger to her life.
Her tone was low, anxious.
“You have scared me to death. I’m frantically giving myself mental CPR.”
Yala whispered into the phone, like the world listened in.
“I don’t know if I’m equipped to handle something like this. I don’t think my mind can handle this.”
Sori’s laughter poured through the phone line.
“I know I’m not equipped for the softer sides of life, but it hasn’t stopped me from trying to get a little bit of enjoyment out of this life.”
She didn’t comment on it, but Yala had yet to witness Sori indulge in enjoyment; the woman was a workaholic.
Sori’s voice pulled her attention back.
“Yala, I’m getting another call. Call me back, anytime, and remember to enjoy your time with Kay and don’t think on it too much.”
Yala's shaky, “Okay,” registered before she hung up.
***
Kevin smiled at the sound of Sori’s voice.
“Hi, Kay. Let me guess. She gave you her name, and you found her?”
He sat on a tree limb about twenty feet in the air.
“Yes, clairvoyant one.” He continued, “Can you tell me what I’ll ask you next?”
“You want advice on how to handle the connection you have with her.”
Although she couldn’t see it, he inclined his head.
“I need all th
e advice I can get, and you’re the only person—besides my cousin—I can talk to.”
He paused, for a moment, and lowered his voice.
“I’m in love with her, Sori. How do I return to normal after I’ve allowed my mind to accept something like this? How do I even go back to being an effective agent? I can’t think about anything except her.”
He paused, for a few seconds, and took a breath before continuing, “I’m afraid to tell her how I feel. I don’t want to scare her away, or worse, make her not want to see me again.”
Sori’s voice came across the line.
“I like the fact that you're not afraid to admit your feelings. It tells me you two will be fine. Don’t worry about work. Let Yala be your motivator to fight harder and strive to survive whatever comes your way.
“You now have someone you not only want to get back to, but someone you believe you need to get back to. If that’s not the ultimate motivator, what is? ”
Kevin nodded in agreement as Sori's words continued to pour into his ear.
“I believe you should enjoy the time you have, make her feel special, and let her know that despite your jobs, you will always come back to her.”
His shoulders dropped a few notches, as some of his tension seeped away.
“I didn’t think about it like that. I so badly want to build something with her, to continue to see her. I’m willing to work it out by any means. I can only pray that she wants the same.”
“Kay, from what I can gather, she’s probably revealed her story to you. That being said, remember, she had her heart—and probably her soul—ripped out by men before she even knew what love and a relationship was; so it may be a little difficult for her to accept, or acknowledge, that a man could actually care for her so deeply.
“She gave you her name, and let you into her home. For her, it’s not just a big deal; it’s a big-ass, huge, fucking deal. Yala literally knows more about being a man than some men do, and it’s not because she likes it or secretly wants to be a man. It’s the old adage of keeping your enemies closer. She is more comfortable being a man because it allows her to study them. She can’t be seen as a target, if she’s one of the collective.”
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