Loving Dasia

by Ana’Gia Wright

  “In a little while. I want to go to Lover’s Leap.”

  “Whatever the birthday girl wants.”

  G quickly gathered their things and returned them to the truck.

  It only took them a few minutes to reach Lover’s Leap. They stood side by side behind the railing on the mountain looking over the very spot where the couple denied love chose death over a life without each other. Dasia read the story from the plaque, nearly bringing G to tears. He pulled her close. He needed her in his arms, a reassurance he wouldn’t, under any circumstances, be denied her love.

  Overcome with emotion, he leaned down and kissed her.

  Dasia understood what he was feeling. The story had touched her heart as well. As he kissed her, she felt the passion between them growing more intense. She felt his body stiffening with need, and in return, her body responded. She wrapped her arms around him and slid her hands under his jacket and shirt. She raked her nails down his back, causing him to release a slow deep moan into her mouth.

  G slid his hands beneath her shirt to massage her breasts. He brushed his thumbs over the lace of her bra and felt her nipples respond to his touch.

  Dasia drew away from him. “We can’t do this here.”

  The sound of her voice brought G back to reality. He’d gotten caught up in the moment and forgotten they were standing at Lover’s Leap. “Ready to go home now?” he asked with a devilish grin.

  “Definitely.” Dasia gave him a seductive look

  Once they were both settled in the truck, they began their two-hour journey back home. As he pulled onto the highway, G estimated they’d be home just as the sun was escaping behind the horizon for the night. Perfect for what he had planned.

  G whisked Dasia into the house and up the stairs to his bedroom. There was so much he wanted to do with her, to her, for her. He wanted to make love to her like no man had ever made love to her before. Tonight he’d claim her body as his own. Tonight, for the first time, she’d truly be his.

  As he leaned down to claim her lips, he watched a flicker of fear in her eyes, which caused him to hesitate. As much as he wanted to make love to her, he wanted her to want to make love to him.

  “We don’t have to do this, if you don’t want to.”

  “Oh, I want to. Believe me, I want to more than anything else in the world, but I’m afraid.” Dasia ran her hand through the curls perched on his head.

  “Afraid of what?”

  “G, I’ve never made love before.”

  G looked at her, his brow furrowed in confusion. He couldn’t believe the beautiful woman lying beneath him in his bed, in his home, had never before experienced the euphoria of making love. “Are you saying you’re—”

  “Yes, G. I’m a virgin.”

  G cradled her closer and nibbled on her ear. “Well, if this is truly what you want, then I promise to be gentle.” He plunged his tongue into her ear.

  Dasia let out a moan. “This is exactly what I want.”

  With her confirmation, G slid his tongue between her lips in a kiss filled with love, lust, and passion. He sucked on her bottom lip as she lightly walked her fingers down his back. As he began undressing her, he nibbled on each newly revealed spot of flesh.

  He created a mental road map of her body, paying close attention to her responses to his touch. One by one he discovered the secret places that brought her pleasure.

  When she was completely undressed, he experimented with her body, touching her lightly in some places, applying pressure to others. G made her body ache with need with the gentlest of touches or the light whisper of his breath against her skin.

  As he teased her body, Dasia undressed him, starting with his shirt, then his pants. She tossed his clothes to the side as he played with her nipples. She felt her body begin to quiver and the moisture between her legs begin to flow. He’d massaged her skin into a layer of overly sensitive nerves, so no matter where he touched her, or how he touched her, a wave of ecstasy flowed over her body.

  When she began begging for him to make love to her, he slid a finger into her wetness, feeling how tight she was. The muscles tensed around his finger as he massaged her insides. Sliding in another finger, he played with her sex, her body moving in sync with his fingers.

  Dasia began to whimper at his touch. She’d lost all control over her body. She’d become a string on an instrument G played perfectly. Her breath began to quicken as he slid his fingers deeper into her. He kissed a path up her body until his lips hovered over hers. She felt his breath against her lips, and as she leaned up to claim them, he slid his fingers out of her special place.

  G spread her legs and positioned himself between them. He leaned down, whispering in her ear, “Are you sure this is what you want?”

  Her agreement was breathy as she pulled him down into her. He felt her body shutter and watched tears roll from her eyes as she experienced the pain then the pleasure of having him joined with her. He tried his best to make this experience as painless as possible by fully preparing her body to accept his, but he understood a woman’s first time was always somewhat painful.

  Soon though the pleasure began to numb the pain, and Dasia’s body again began to move in sync with his. G slid out of her body until only the tip of him remained then inched his way back into her. They danced together, drawing passion from one another.

  Dasia wrapped her hands around his behind and pulled him deeper into her with each thrust. He quickened the pace, causing her body to rock with him, until they both collided with the wall of pleasure and shattered the barrier that once denied them euphoria.

  They were both panting, neither quite able to catch their breath. Their orgasms had been mind-blowing. Never before had a woman taken G’s breath away. He almost feared what Dasia was capable of once she got a little practice in. He rolled them onto their sides, so he could remain joined with her but not risk crushing her with his weight.

  Dasia held on to him as she began to quietly sob. Never before had such a joyous emotional rush overwhelmed her. Never had she imagined that being one with someone on such an intimate level could make every hurt melt away into nothingness. In her mind, she held on to some of the past; the pain, the resentment, the self-pity. It weighed on her, keeping her from realizing that the one man she really did need was right before her.

  G tilted her head, trying to determine if her tears were from pain or pleasure. “Baby, are you all right?”

  “That was beautiful,” she managed between sobs. She’d just experienced what true love was all about and was glad she’d been able to share it with him.

  G pulled her closer, cradling her in his arms. As he held her close to his heart, all he could say was, “I love you, Dasia. God, I love you, and no matter what, I promise I’ll always keep you.”

  In no time, the two lovers slipped into a loving, peaceful sleep.

  Chapter 24

  G wrapped his arms tighter around Dasia and pulled her body securely next to his. She’d given him the greatest gift last night. He just wanted to hold her now, enjoy the feeling of her mocha skin against his. He inhaled the sweetness of her, that lingering scent of love still clinging to their flesh. She was his now, for all eternity, to keep.

  Dasia stirred under his arms. He’d hoped not to wake her, but apparently he’d been unsuccessful. He allowed her to struggle for a little while, trying to inch her way out of his grasp.

  The more she struggled, the tighter he held her. “Where do you think you’re going?” he whispered into her ear.

  “Oh, I didn’t know you were awake. I was about to go take a shower.” As much as she was enjoying being in her lover’s arms, she wanted to wash away the after effects of last night.

  “How do you feel?” Dasia rolled over to face him. She pulled him close and nibbled on the tip of his nose. “Great.”

  “Good.” G wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in to him. “How about I draw us both a bath?”

  “That sounds wonderful.”


  Dasia watched as G entered the bathroom adjacent to the master bedroom. Last night was the first night she’d spent in his bed ever since moving into his house.

  Things had been different last night. She’d wanted to surrender to him for months but didn’t know how. Last night, though, he’d made it easy. She’d tossed all of her inhibitions aside, opening up her heart and soul for him to love, and she enjoyed every minute of it.

  Even now as she thought about how he’d made her body sing, she felt that special place become moist with desire. She wanted more of him, more of his wet kisses trailing down her breasts, more of his warm breath tickling the back of her neck, more of his tender caress as he slowly joined with her in a lover’s dance.

  As G stood in the doorway, Dasia beckoned him to her with her bedroom eyes and loving smile. She slowly slid the covers back, revealing her uninhibited body. G felt his body immediately respond to her desire. She didn’t have to reveal the full package; the sound of her voice alone was enough to fire his loins. He smiled as he watched the flames of desire burn in her eyes. “I see someone wants breakfast,” he said with a devilish grin.

  “Then why don’t you come sate my hunger.” Dasia spread her legs wide, daring him to join her in the bed.

  “Cocky. You’re not becoming an addict already, are you?”

  “And what if I am? Don’t think you can keep up?”

  G slid beneath the covers. “Oh, I’m sure I can keep up.” He leaned down to kiss her, claiming her lips, savoring the taste of the swollen flesh.

  Their tongues mated in that forbidden lover’s dance as he slid his fingers into her tunnel of wetness. Dasia groaned in pleasure as he claimed her breast and used his tongue to massage her nipples into two peaks of desire.

  When she began to whimper, G positioned himself between her legs and plunged his tongue between her wanting lips, and their bodies began to move as one, dancing to nature’s inherent rhythm.

  Dasia wrapped her legs around G’s body, and with each thrust, she pulled him closer, forcing him deeper and deeper inside of her tunnel of love. Nearly at her peak, she began to roll her hips, grinding their flesh together, the muscles in her body pulsing around G’s member. She dug her nails into his back as the sweet sensation of ecstasy gripped her body.

  G teetered on the edge of release, and one mind-shattering squeeze from Dasia pulled the seed from the flesh. His body tensed as she squeezed again. He didn’t know if her actions were voluntary, but the sensation forced him to grab the headboard and thrust himself as deep as possible into her.

  Dasia gasped as he bumped her cervix. She’d never felt anything like this. Her body writhed under him, fighting for both the pleasure of the sensation and escape from the pain. And as the bond was forged between them, she went limp in his arms, and they slipped into a deep sleep.

  For the second time, G filled the Jacuzzi in the master bathroom. He added a few drops of tea tree and lavender oil to the water, taking a moment to enjoy the soothing aroma. He slipped out of the steam-filled bathroom and went to wake Dasia.

  “Come on, sleepyhead. It’s time to get out of bed. We can’t sleep the whole day away.”

  Dasia slowly opened her eyes. The energy from their lovemaking surprised her. She’d never expected that something so intense could leave her feeling so energetic.

  She reached up to pull him closer to her and planted a kiss on his lips. “What time is it?” she asked, gazing out of the window, seeing the sun high in the sky.

  “Four in the afternoon. Come on. I drew us a warm bath.” G scooped Dasia from the bed and carried her into the bathroom.

  After stepping into the extra large tub, he slowly lowered her into the tepid water. Then he slid in behind her and nestled her between his legs.

  G lathered a natural sponge with liquid soap. He allowed a few drops to slither down Dasia’s collarbone. His mouth salivated as the drops trailed a path down between her breasts.

  Dasia, relaxed against his chest, said, “Is that lavender I smell?”

  “Katina keeps it in the spare bedroom. I thought you’d like it.”

  He made large soapy circles on every inch of her body and took his time to cleanse every hidden crevice of her body, savoring the smoothness of her skin, paying special attention to those places that made her bottom lip quiver with need. After she was properly lathered and washed, he dribbled water down her body to rinse away the soap.

  Dasia then repeated the ritual, lingering around G’s erogenous zones just as he’d done for her, until they were both clean and more than aroused.

  G stepped out of the tub and dried Dasia off from head to toe, and she did the same for him.

  “You know, this has the possibility to lead to so many things.” G wrapped a towel around Dasia and did the same for himself.

  “As much as I’d like that”—Dasia leaned in till their lips nearly met. She tasted his breath and wanted so badly to claim his plump lips. She’d ravish him until he burned with desire. But not yet. First, dinner, then the festivities—“I think it’s probably best that we eat. Need to keep our energy up, you know.”

  G led Dasia back to the bedroom, guiding her by the hand. Once they were dry, the couple rubbed each other with lotion. Knowing that this was all they would allow at the moment increased the sensuality of the gestures.

  Hanging on to her control, Dasia pulled away from putting lotion on G’s back. “All done.”

  “But I’m not.” Rolling over in one swift movement, G wrapped an arm around her and pulled her on the bed with him. A quick kiss was all he’d allow himself. “So, do you feel like staying in, or would you like to go out to eat?”

  The couple pored over the clothing hung in the closets and dresser drawers until they’d each selected a comfortable yet trendy look for the night.

  G leaned against the bathroom counter watching as Dasia tied her skirt around her waist.

  “I’ve got a taste for Italian food.” Dasia, fixing her hair in the mirror, stepped a little closer to him.

  “How about the Old Spaghetti Factory?”

  “That will definitely hit the spot.” She dipped her fingers in the gel and proceeded to create two tiny swirls just in front of each of her ears. She slicked the remainder of her hair back and rinsed her hands off.

  “Finish up then. I’ll meet you in the living room.”

  The hostess led them to a booth set off in a corner of the restaurant. The area was cozy, and the booth sat nestled between one other booth and the wall. From where she sat, Dasia could see the door through the mirror.

  G watched the door from where he sat. He had a thing about sitting with his back to the door. “So what’s on the menu tonight?” He opened his menu to peruse the selection.

  “Spaghetti, of course.” Dasia smiled like a Cheshire cat.

  As the waiter took their orders, G watched Dasia’s eyes narrow. If he didn’t know any better, he’d have sworn she saw someone she knew. He waited until the waiter was out of earshot to ask her about it. “What’s the matter?” he asked.

  Dasia stopped staring at the woman in the mirror and turned her attention back to G. “Nothing. I need to powder my nose.” She grabbed her purse and made her way toward the restroom, past the rows of booths.

  Raising an eyebrow at her hastened departure, G watched as her pace quickened when she passed the booth with a dark-haired woman and a man with glasses. He wondered for a moment if she recognized someone at the table. The man appeared to be Caucasian and was dressed in a cheap suit and a tacky plaid shirt. He’d only gotten a quick glance at the woman before she’d sat down. She seemed to be fairly attractive, though too thin for his taste.

  A few minutes later, the clicking of Dasia’s heels drew G’s attention. He watched as she again approached the table with the strange couple. She hesitated for a moment, giving a deathly stare to the woman, then rolled her eyes and proceeded back to where he was waiting for her. He observed the woman at the table lower her head.

  “Dasia
, what’s going on?” He’d never seen her act rude before, and it wasn’t becoming of her. Of course, he’d never seen her angry either, and he wondered if he was going to get a glimpse of that side of her tonight.

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  Dasia really didn’t want to talk about Monica or Jeremiah or any of the drama that had happened months ago.

  It was already bad enough that Jeremiah had shown up at her doorstep, but to run into Monica while she was out celebrating her birthday was too much. Her appetite was slowly leaving her.

  G watched as the woman at the other table stood and began walking toward their table. Her dress clung to her curves and accentuated her long legs. Had it not been for the pain and sadness in her eyes, she might have been more attractive. “Well, it doesn’t look like you’re going to have much of a choice.”

  With two more steps, Monica stood before them. She hesitated, not sure what to say to either of them. She turned her attention to Dasia, trying to determine her former friend’s mood. Monica knew Dasia felt betrayed. She couldn’t blame her. If she had it to do over, she’d never have gotten involved with Jeremiah. All she could hope for now was that Dasia would forgive her.

  “Dasia, I’m sorry.”

  “Sorry. Sorry is right.” Gesturing toward the diamond ring sparkling on Monica’s ring finger, Dasia continued her rant, “Guess you were so sorry that you couldn’t do anything but marry his sorry ass. Let me ask you this—Did you use my hard-earned money and planning to commit yourself to that lying cheating bastard?”

  “It wasn’t even like that. I—”

  “You know what, Monica, save it. It’s not like I haven’t heard this all before. I already gotten the I’m-sorry speech from Jeremiah, and I have no desire to hear the same sob story from you.” Dasia didn’t look up for fear she’d slap Monica for intruding upon her birthday dinner with her new man.

  “I never meant . . . I mean, it just happened.”

  Dasia sucked her tongue, fighting back anger, yet the fury raged on. She tried counting to ten. Big mistake. The extra time only gave her a chance to go beyond fury, to totally pissed. “What just happened? Huh? Did he just fall between your legs?”