“It’s captivating,” Carlos commented. His voice low and husky.
“I can’t take my eyes off it.” My stomach fluttered, and my voice came out breathier than normal.
“I don’t understand it.”
“Neither do I.”
“But I know I want it.”
“So do I.” Taking a deep breath, I gazed up at him. “I keep thinking about it.”
He stepped a little closer to me. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.”
The way he looked at me mixed with the sound of his voice to cause a quiver in my belly. “I don’t think it’s going to stop until we do something about it.”
“What would you like to do about it, Akila?”
“We should go somewhere quiet and discuss it.”
His tongue ran from one corner of his mouth to the other. “When? I would suggest tonight, but I have to be up early, and I don’t want to rush it. I want to make sure there’s enough time to discuss everything that needs to be covered.”
“I appreciate that.” I bit my lip and moved a little closer. “But I don’t think this conversation can wait.”
“There’s a twenty-four-hour coffee shop a couple of blocks away.”
My head moved up and down sluggishly, in a trance. “That’s cool.” I swallowed hard. “But I was thinking some place a little quieter.”
His chest rose and then fell. The tension between us was building. With each word, each look, and each minute that passed by, I was being seduced by him. The magic was happening.
“I’ll take you anywhere you want to go.” He paused. “Just tell me where.”
“You live three blocks away.” I stepped closer to him, so close that we were almost touching. “I want to go to your place.”
His brown eyes bore into mine and for the first time, I could see how bad he wanted me. He lifted his hand and touched my shoulder, running his fingertips down my arm until his fingers intertwined with mine. “Let’s get your coat.”
After helping me into my jacket, we walked to where I’d parked. His hand was firmly placed on the small of my back, under my jacket. His fingers danced against my skin as we approached my car. His touch felt so good I was unable to speak.
“This is me,” I murmured, pulling my keys out of my bag with shaky fingers.
They dropped to the pavement with a jingly thud and without missing a beat, Carlos stooped down to pick them up. As he was crouched down before me, I flashed back to that day in the park.
And those sweatpants. And that dick.
He worked his gaze up my body before making eye contact again. Leisurely, he stood, pinning me between his body and the car. His eyes lingered on my lips and when I licked them, his eyes darkened. I waited for him to make a move, but he didn’t. He left me in a dizzying state of wanton need as he pressed his body against mine.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. “Kiss me,” I whispered.
He responded by kissing me with enough passion to take my breath away.
Wrapping my arms around him, I moaned into his mouth. The electricity crackled between us. Butterflies started at the base of my stomach and fanned out. I felt them in my chest as he deepened the kiss. It wasn’t just sparks and fireworks, the kiss was magic and soul stirring. Fire burned through my entire body
Impulsively, we moaned together, loudly, when our tongues touched. Shivers traveled up and down my spine. I found myself clutching his shirt in an effort to help me climb him. I wanted to keep our bodies connected and feeling him hardening beneath his pants only intensified my urges. My heart thudded in my chest and because we were so close, I could feel his doing the same.
A deep growl from the base of his throat soaked my already wet panties.
He was rock hard and although he pulled out of the kiss and only our foreheads touched, I could still feel the heat of his hardness against my belly.
“We should stop,” he said. His hands were running up and down my arms before cupping my face again. His eyes were shut tightly. “
I lifted my right leg and pulled him closer. “We really should,” I replied, pushing my lips up against his. My heart was drumming in my chest, and something deep in my gut tightened.
His sweet lips moved against mine sensually, allowing me to relish in the taste of him. I nipped and sucked at his bottom lip. As his hands moved down to my hips, he turned slightly so he could grab the thigh of my raised leg. My body responded to his, curving toward him, into him. I could feel how hard he was and it took everything in me to not snake my hand down his torso just to see if he was as big as he appeared at the park.
“Carlos,” I murmured between kisses.
Groaning, he dug his fingers into my skin a little harder before resting his forehead against mine. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
“Will you show me when we get to your place?”
“For as long as you’ll let me.”
He opened my door for me and as he walked around to the passenger side, I felt a chill roll through me. The excitement and anticipation was so intense that I had to squeeze my thighs together to calm the ache.
“Do you know where Liberty Lofts is?” he asked as he got in, filling my car with his scent.
Sandalwood.
I inhaled deeply before nodding. “Yes.”
“That’s where I live.”
I started the car. “I can’t wait to see it.”
He stared at me until I looked over at him. “I can’t wait to show it to you.”
Good Lord. I swallowed hard.
It was a three-minute drive from the gallery to Liberty Lofts.
I got there in ninety seconds.
Chapter Twelve
His hand rested on the small of my back and I felt like I could feel the heat of his touch through my jacket. As he opened the door to his loft, he gestured for me to walk ahead of him. Moonlight poured into the room, cascading light through the glass windows. Not knowing my way around, I waited for him to flip the light switch on before moving any further into the loft. As light flooded the room, he moved behind me. He was so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body.
“Can I take your jacket?” he asked.
“Yes.” As he took my jacket and hung it on the coatrack by the door, my eyes swept over his spacious concrete home. The black leather couch and oversized chairs were poised near a seventy-inch television. The other side of the space was a kitchen and dining room area. Two doors were straight back—a bathroom and a bedroom. “Your place is so cool.”
“Thank you.” He made his way over to me. “You want something to drink?”
“A bottle of water, please.”
“I got you.” I watched him as he strolled over to the kitchen area. “You want to have a seat?”
I didn’t answer, instead I gravitated toward a collection of pictures that were above a fake fireplace on a mantle. “You were so cute.”
I felt the heat of him behind me. A puff of air escaped my lungs as the soft material of his shirt gently brushed against my bare back. I shivered.
“Were?” The amusement was evident in his question.
“Were,” I corrected, equally amused.
The cold bottle connected with the exposed skin of my back and caused me to yelp. “Carlos! You ass!” Giggling, I twisted so my back was safely against the wall and swatted at him.
“What did I do?”
“You know what you did!” I tried to playfully smack his arm again, but he blocked it. I laughed harder. “You’re lucky I’m in heels.”
“Why is that?”
“Because if I wasn’t, I’d have to bring the guns out.”
Holding my wrist, he pulled me closer. “Oh really?”
Our bodies were close and looking into his eyes, all amusement fell away, and it was just us. The silence that engulfed us was so absolute that all I could hear was my heart racing. His eyes focused on my mouth and he licked his lips. I noticed his throat moving as he swallowed befo
re he returned his eyes to mine. We held each other’s gaze for what felt like a solid minute as the sexual tension between us became palpable.
He moved his hands up my arms, giving me chills. “Tell me why you wanted to come here.”
I licked my lips. “Because...” My truth coming out as a rush of air, “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
His brown eyes burned into mine. “I haven’t stopped thinking about you since the day we met.”
“There’s something between us.”
“What do you think it is?”
“I don’t know. But I think maybe if we get it out of our system, we’ll get along better.”
Cupping my face, he brought my mouth within an inch of his. “You think so?”
Fisting his shirt, I pulled his body closer. “It’s worth a try.”
He shifted so I could feel his hardness pressing against me. “You think us crossing the line will change anything?”
The breath left my body before I fully registered the sparks. I swallowed hard. “I think it’ll change everything.”
Silence filled the room, sucking out every other word except for the magic that had existed between us from the beginning. As much as we tried to deny it, in that moment it was undeniable. With each quiet moment, I felt myself giving in to the feelings he brought out of me, and my heart still raced because of him. The intensity of his gaze pinned me to the wall as I just stared at him wide-eyed, not knowing what else to say.
“So, what is it that you want to do?”
My stomach knotted as I stared at him. “Everything.”
His breathing changed, and his tongue ran across his lips seductively. “Everything,” he repeated faintly.
My heart thumped loudly against my chest. I moved my hand slowly down his body. “If we’re doing this just once, I want to make it count.” As I moved over his zipper, I felt how thick and hard he was through his pants. I exhaled shakily as I felt the size of him.
Good Lord.
His lips came down so close to mine that if I moved fractionally, we’d kiss. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
The air instantly became thick. With him so close and my hand pressing against his erection, I could feel how badly he wanted me. My body responded in turn. Although he couldn’t see how wet he made me, my hardening nipples made it clear.
“What do you want, Akila?” The need in his voice, in his question turned me on.
“I want you inside me—”
Before I could finish, he crashed his lips into mine. I gasped as he pushed me against the wall, kissing me hard. His soft lips moved over mine, overpowering me, overwhelming me. When his tongue grazed mine, I moaned into his mouth. I lost myself in that kiss, in that moment. It was magic in its purest form and my panties were soaked with it.
He pulled away, leaving me breathless. He pressed his forehead against mine. “I want to take my time with you,” he murmured before covering my mouth with his again.
I moved my fingers, squeezing and gripping as best I could through his pants. It was a rush feeling how hard he was and when he groaned into my mouth, I quivered. That sound was music and shot fire through my body, straight to my core.
Sliding his hands down my neck and chest, he grabbed my breasts. He kissed me harder as he kneaded my flesh. Using his thumbs, he rubbed my hard nipples gently. As my body reacted, he repeated the action until they were so hard they hurt. His hands were cupping and kneading my breasts, my nipples begging for more attention.
Breaking the kiss and resting his forehead on mine, he moved his hands back to my shoulders. His eyes bore into mine as he slid the dress off my shoulders, slowly exposing one breast and then the other.
He took a step back and gave me a look saturated in desire and want. He licked his lips and then placed them on my collarbone. Trailing downward, his mouth brushed against the inflamed skin of my chest. He paused only when he reached the first nipple and my breathing became erratic. Without warning, his warm, wet mouth covered one and then the other nipple, alternating after sucking hard and tight. His tongue swirled around and then he gently scraped his teeth over them. The heat spread from deep within my belly throughout my entire body. Kneading the meaty flesh, he didn’t let up until I was under his complete control.
“Is this to get along better or is this because you like me?” Carlos asked between licking and sucking.
My head fell back as his teeth gently nibbled on me. I cried out as everything below my waist clenched. His mouth felt so good I didn’t even realize my dress had pooled down at my feet. But when I did, I stepped out of it automatically.
“You like me, don’t you, Akila?” The low growl in his voice made me ache.
“Yes,” I moaned as I tried to grip the wall behind me.
“I want to hear you say it,” he challenged. His left hand still had a tight grip on my breast while his right hand moved down my belly. His fingertips lightly touched my skin, leaving a scorching path to my last piece of clothing, my lace G-string. “Say it.”
I murmured incoherently as I tried to get ahold of myself. But as soon as his long fingers reached my panty line, I was in no condition to speak.
“Your panties are soaked,” he whispered as he stroked me through the damp material. “You want me to take them off of you?”
I couldn’t do anything but nod as his stroking became more insistent.
“Then tell me what I want to know.”
I closed my eyes and relished the feeling of him playing with my body. My wet panties were sticking to me, causing extra friction that would surely do me in sooner rather than later.
“How do you feel, baby?” His whispered words mixed with his skilled fingers and I moaned louder.
“I feel good.” My breathing was erratic and my hips started gyrating into his hand. “So good.”
“And how do you feel about me?”
Both sexually and emotionally, I felt myself approaching the point of no return. “I want you. I need you.”
He stopped.
My eyes fluttered open to find him watching me.
The look in his eyes made me have to hold on to his arm to keep my balance.
“Why’d you stop?” I panted.
“Because the first time you cum won’t be wasted on my fingers.” Staring deep into my eyes, he unbuttoned his shirt. “You will cum on my lips as I taste your pussy.” His shirt fell to the ground. “Or you will cum as I’m buried deep inside you.” He unzipped his pants and pushed down his boxer briefs with them. “The very first time I make you cum will be me tasting you or filling you.”
I couldn’t breathe. Swallowing hard, my mind was spinning from his words and my eyes were mesmerized by his body. I exhaled audibly.
I stared at the length and girth of what was tenting his pants. It was everything I thought it would be and more.
“Wow,” I breathed in appreciation. I couldn’t help reaching out and touching it. He was hot and heavy in my hand. Wrapping my fingers around him, I ran my hand up and down the length while maintaining eye contact.
He groaned. I started to stroke him harder. I watched his face for a second and then my eyes went back down to the biggest dick I’d ever had the pleasure of knowing.
“Can you handle it?”
Gazing up at him, I licked my lips and nodded.
He pulled my G-string down enough so that he could slide his finger over my wet slit. With his lips hovering above mine, he asked, “Can I lick your pussy until you cum?”
“God, yes,” I moaned.
As soon as the words were out of my mouth, Carlos’s mouth was on me. He parted my lips with his tongue and kissed me hard and deep. My hands slid up his torso to his chest and then back down so I could continue stroking him. I squeezed him in my hand, marveling at the thickness. He groaned into my mouth in response.
Pulling away from me, he turned me around and placed my hands flat on the wall. “Don’t move,” he demanded as he slowly removed my panties the rest of the way dow
n my legs. I trembled with desire as the anticipation of what he might do kept building.
Standing behind me, I felt his dick pressing against my ass as he trailed kisses down my back. “Do you like that?”
“Yes.” My voice was soft and breathy.
“You sure?” he asked, rubbing himself against my wet opening. His touch was electrifying as he slid across the most sensitive part of me.
I moaned and pushed back against him in an attempt to feel more of him. Gripping my hips, he held me steady. “I told you not to move.”
Without warning, I felt the shock of his hand firmly making contact with my ass. The spanking wasn’t hard, but the mixture of pleasure and pain had me dripping. I pushed back against him and again, he held me steady, preventing himself from entering me.
“How do you feel about me, Akila?” Carlos inquired once more. “I don’t think you’re telling me the truth.”
Before I could get myself together to reply, his fingers played in my wetness. “Because I see the way you look at me.”
Plunging his fingers into me, I could no longer speak. Desperately grinding on his hand, my orgasm was building to something massive. The deep ache that overwhelmed me was reaching the point of no return as he skillfully worked his fingers in and out of me. I panted wantonly and unabashedly.
“Oh, not yet, baby,” he whispered, pulling his fingers out of me and causing me to whimper involuntary. “I told you how I want to get you off. There’s just something I need to hear before I can do it.”
“What’s that?” I murmured, my fingers pressing hard into the wall.
“The truth.”
I moaned as he rubbed the pads of his fingers against my wetness.
“Say it,” he demanded as he slipped a finger inside me, massaging my g-spot.
“I like you,” I panted as he instinctively knew how to touch me. “I have feelings for you. I have fantasized about you. I—oh god, oh my god…”
Before I had a chance to finish my admission, I felt the heat of Carlos’s mouth as he buried his face in me from behind. His tongue felt like it was everywhere, causing my mind to go blank. Moving systematically over me until finally, he started to suck on my clit.
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