“Oh, yeah. Smart move on Aunt Lizzy’s part.” Lawrence laughed and got up from the table. “Let’s check the system one more time before we wrap it up. Then we can talk.”
Yolanda grinned. Seemed it was in both their nature to check and double check everything. “Hmm. We have more in common than I thought.”
He quirked his brow at her. After about a half hour, she pronounced the basement ready for action, and he agreed.
Grabbing her hand, he tugged her down to the floor to sit next to him. “Before we tell them, you and I have to be certain about our true feelings. We should make sure this isn’t just a whim or a good time.”
“I agree.”
He gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. “So, Yolanda, what do you look for in a good man?”
“Excuse me?” She cocked her head. “That’s an odd question.”
“No, not really. I’m going somewhere with this. Trust me. So, what’s your ideal mate? If you were back on the dating scene, what qualifications would your man have?”
“Hmm, let’s see. He’d have to be honest.”
“Naturally. Go on.”
“A great sense of humor. Respectful to me and others. Kind, generous, and not just monetarily, but you know, willing to help others and not expect anything in return.”
“How about physical appearance?”
She’d never really considered looks high on her priority list—until Lawrence. What’s wrong with having a lover who looked like a cover model? But that was shallow. She decided to answer taking the high road. “Well if the other things are there, the physical kinda falls into place.”
He snorted. “Come on. Be honest. What does your fantasy man look like? You know the one you women think about from time to time.”
Humph. He’d called her on that one, hadn’t he? “Okay, if I were the shallow type?” He rolled his eyes. “He would have to have a fantastic body. A six-pack. Tall.”
“Hair color?”
She shook her head. “Doesn’t matter.”
“How about his skin color?”
She raised her brow. “You mean would I consider an interracial relationship?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, it’s obvious I’m open. As long as the other qualities are met.”
“Age?”
“Age? Hmm.” Man, this was becoming the Spanish Inquisition. “Well, until a few days ago, I thought he had to be my age, or at least a few years older.”
“So, I changed your mind when it comes to age,” he said, wiggling his brows.
“I’m sure you could change any woman’s mind about a lot of things,” she said dryly.
“But I’m only concerned about one woman’s mind.” He leaned over and kissed her full on the mouth.
“Okay, I have questions for you,” Yolanda said, gently pushing him back.
Lawrence nodded. “Go on.”
“What’s your ideal woman? Not your fantasy woman. I mean the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with. The one you see building a home with.”
“That’s a no-brainer. And for your information, that is also my fantasy woman. A woman I thought I would never find, or would be out of reach—until I saw you.” He pulled her close, took her in his arms, and kissed her again. “I want to make a life with you. I know everything about you. I’m comfortable around you. You’re beautiful, caring, and smart. What man wouldn’t fall under your spell?”
“Lawrence.” Gracious! Did she really have this effect on him? She was tempted to go to the living room mirror to have a look at herself. For the first time in years, she felt…feminine. Not just smart and cute.
“I mean it. Think about all the qualities we just mentioned. I don’t want to sound conceded, but I think I fit the bill in all of those.”
“Don’t you still find it kinda…kinky we’re both attracted to each other, and the dynamics of our relationship?”
He smiled wickedly. “Yeah. I find it kinky. It’s a real turn on, and I’m still turned on.” He leaned toward her. “Come on, Yolanda, you’ve enjoyed it these past few days with me. You can’t deny that.”
“I’m not trying to. I’m just trying to wrap my head around this. Everything is moving so fast.”
“That’s fair. But I want you. I want to make love to you. I need to be inside you. I want to finish what we started in your living room.”
“Oh, Lawrence.” She didn’t think she could handle sex at the moment—especially in Liz’s basement. Now that was real kinky!
He kissed her, holding her tight. She didn’t even bother to feign a protest. They’d been down this road so many times before. She wrapped her arms around his neck and drew the kiss deeper. He leaned back, bringing her with him, and laid her on the floor. Moving between her thighs, he covered her body with his. She instinctively wrapped her legs around him.
His was hard between her legs. She couldn’t wait to feel his nakedness sliding up and down against hers.
“That’s it, baby.” He continued kissing her, from her forehead to chin. “I only saw the bottom half of you earlier. I want to see all of you.”
She eagerly helped him, unbuttoning her blouse and tossing it aside. She reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head. Her breath caught as she spied the tat on his arm, the gorgeous design trailing up onto his shoulder. It called to her again. She touched the intricate pattern, smoothing her hand over his solid, muscled skin. “Beautiful.”
“I’m thinking about getting another one in a more…intimate area.”
“Where?”
He smiled and pushed to his feet, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. He swiftly discarded faded jeans to the other side of the room. He stood before her proud and nude.
Her body immediately overheated. Different thoughts and emotions fired off in her brain. But she chose to ignore them. So what? She was in her best friend’s basement with her nephew, about to get her freak on. Surely, this had happened to someone else before.
He walked toward her, stopping inches in front of her. “Take off the rest of your clothes. Not fair just one of us being naked.”
She rapidly ripped off her bra, pants, and undies, tossing them with his clothing on the other side of the room.
Yolanda got comfortable on her knees and gently reached forward. With her fingers, she encircled Lawrence’s hard, young shaft. Her hand could barely close around the incredible girth that felt like a steel pipe. She opened her mouth and, with closed eyes, placed the tip of the head between her lips and sucked his shaft into her mouth.
He groaned. “Damn, you’re good. Don’t kill me though.”
She continued pumping up and down his cock, but she couldn’t get his entire huge prick into her mouth. She increased her sucking rhythm, keeping a sensual beat and stroked his penis faster, enjoying the velvety feel.
As his cock grew even more, Yolanda nearly choked but continued to work his penis while listening to Lawrence’s grunts and groans of pleasure. His moans intensified as he swelled inside her mouth. It wouldn’t be long before he came.
Suddenly, Lawrence’s dick throbbed furiously, and she knew he was about to explode. She tried to pull back, but he grasped a handful of her hair and kept her lips clamped down on him. He spilled into her mouth, but she didn’t mind. She gulped greedily until he was spent.
“Oh, Yolanda.” He helped her stand up. “Come here. I need to reward you for that. I didn’t expect it.” He slid over to an abandoned beanbag chair in the corner. He pulled it out into the middle of the room and placed her on it. “I going to do what I’ve always wanted since I saw you standing there in your living room when I arrived back home.”
Yolanda cocked her head.
“Yeah, I wanted you right then,” he said. “I knew something was different when our eyes met after such a long time. I think us coming together was meant to be. I’m not just saying that. You deserve a good man in your life. I’m that man. And that’s what I’m going to tell Lizzy and Uncle Hank.”
She nodded in satisfaction. “I think that’s the best and most honest thing to say.”
He knelt next to her and smoothed his hand over her cheek.
“Lawrence.” She reached for him, running her hands through his hair, enjoying the feel of the soft, dark blond tresses. “Whatever happens, you’ll be there with me?”
“We’ll runaway to some desert island if we have to. As long as we’re together. But I’d rather have the whole world know about us. They don’t have to accept our relationship, and I understand—a little. But I don’t care. People will eventually get over it.”
“Only time will tell.”
He reached behind her. The rustle of foil brought her to attention, and before she could ask, he had already slipped on the condom.
“Wouldn’t want to have an accident before we tell them.” Leaning over her, he kissed her passionately. “Open up to me.”
She spread her legs, and he fit neatly in between.
Reaching down, he massaged her opening, driving her wild at the first touch.
“Oh!”
“Feels good?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Just a little foreplay. Be patient, baby.”
He moved down her body and kissed her breast. He took a nipple and sucked hard. After he tired of that nipple, he moved on to the other.
“Ah, feels so good.” She smoothed her palms up and down his strong muscles, enjoying the feel of his body. Hot, damp, strong and commanding—she wasn’t disappointed. And what he was doing to her ignited flames inside her she hadn’t known still existed.
“Open your legs wider. I feel you’re ready for me.”
Again, not saying a word, she obeyed. Seconds later, the hot hardness of her young stud entered her.
“Oh God! Yes!”
“I know that feels good to you. Feels like heaven to me.”
Yolanda was lost in a sea of passion. She bucked wildly against him, raising her legs and wrapping them around his muscled back. She draped her arms around his wide shoulders. He pulled her to him, driving his thick cock into her wet, willing, waiting channel.
Yolanda’s sexual desire boiled over as Lawrence’s shaft seemed to fill her completely. As he thrust repeatedly, she gasped with lust-filled pleasure, moaning in ecstasy at the way she was being fucked.
As his massive rod drove inside her, an incredible climax built within her. Suddenly, he drove deep and held his cock there, pressed against her hot clit. She screamed, as a huge orgasm washing through her. He pulled out and rammed back in again, forcing another orgasm, equally as powerful as the first.
Lawrence pistoned in and out of her hot pussy, not taking his eyes off the action as molten sexual lava drained out of its rim and down her beautiful thighs. Her brown-skinned form seemed tiny wrapped around him.
“Oh yes, honey. I’ve waited for so long for this. You feel so good.” He attacked her mouth with his tongue while he forced his swollen cock inside her. He’d been right. She tasted sweeter than any pastry his taste buds had ever come across.
She dug her fingers into his back. “Oh, Lawrence, deeper. Please.”
He responded to her pleas and drove in farther still. Pure ecstasy. He held the woman of his dreams in his arms, and not only that, he was making love to her.
She felt so good around him, too. The minute he entered her, he’d known she was the only one for him. The women from his past were a distance memory.
As he sank into her core, he bonded himself to her mind, body, and soul. He leaned down on her, not once stopping the rhythm of his thrusting. He kissed her gently, trying to contain himself. He didn’t want to lose total control. In fact, he wanted them to come together. She’d already had two orgasms, and her moans and tightness indicated she was on the verge of another. Which confirmed to him what he already knew and what he’d been telling Yolanda—they were made for each other. Screw the age difference and his relation to her best friend. Some things couldn’t be helped.
As he shoved deep into her, her hips bucked, violently meeting his. He couldn’t hold on any longer. His slow grinding shifted into hard, fast pumping.
“Yeah, baby, come on! Come with me.”
“Yes, Lawrence! I’m coming! I’m coming!”
A few more thrusts, and he yelled his release with her. His world spun figuratively and literally. Amazing. He kept his eyes closed and, panting heavily, rolled to lay next to her. “So sweet, honey.”
“Oh Lawrence—”
“Shhh.” He placed his finger over her lips. “Remember what I said.”
She nodded.
“Let’s just rest a moment. We still have plenty of time, before they get home.” Wrapping his arms around her, he drifted off to sleep. This was the best moment in his life.
***
“Oh my God! Lawrence! Yolanda!”
Lawrence jerked up and turned toward the scream. Aunt Lizzy, her eyes as big as saucers, stood staring at them from the basement stairwell.
Chapter Fifteen
“Aunt Lizzy!” Lawrence banged on the door of his aunt and uncle’s bedroom. He didn’t know what he would say when they opened it, but he wanted to let them know nothing that happened was Yolanda’s fault.
So much for having a sit-down and talking like adults.
And his sweet Yolanda. Poor thing. She’d immediately grabbed her clothes, ran to the basement bathroom, and locked herself inside. He wanted to comfort her, but he was torn between explaining the situation to his aunt and uncle and holding her hand. He figured it was best she stayed locked in the room while he dealt with the crisis.
“Aunt Lizzy, please come out.”
The latch clicked, and she opened the door. She stared at him, a distressed expression on her pixie face. He glanced sheepishly over at Uncle Hank but couldn’t read his face.
He pushed his way inside. “Look you guys, before you say anything or judge, it’s not totally Yolanda’s fault. You can put most of the blame on me. In fact, she’s crying hysterically downstairs and—”
“Oh dear.” Aunt Lizzy ran out of the room.
He turned his attention back to his uncle. “I don’t know where to start.”
He looked at him thoughtfully and took a seat on the chair. “Have a seat, Larry.”
A slight sense of relief washed through him at the use of his boyhood name. He just wondered where the conversation would go.
His uncle sighed. “Start from the beginning.”
He stared at his feet. “Well.”
“Look at me!” His voice boomed through the room almost making the walls vibrate.
He snapped his head up. “Yes, sir. You see…we…we’ve been attracted to each other for a while, I mean since I came back home. Now, before you get upset, she and I have been discussing the situation. She’s been worried about everything and wanted to come to you guys since the beginning.”
Hank’s brow shot up. “I see. Why didn’t you come to Elizabeth or me? Didn’t you trust our opinion?”
“I know. Yolanda and I have been struggling with the whole thing for the longest time. We were trying to figure out our true feelings. We just weren’t sure how or what to say to you.” He swallowed, taking a moment to order his thoughts. He wanted to get his explanation right, so his uncle would understand. “When I saw her, the attraction was immediate. I’d always had a crush on her. It just matured. Then she told me how she felt. Trust me, she feels really weird being sexually attracted to me. She made a point of that.”
Hank smirked at him with a knowing grin. “From what Elizabeth just told me she saw, it sounds like Yolanda had no problem being with you, in spite of your relation.”
“She’s accepting her attraction to me, but it’s awkward for her. Still, we can’t seem to keep our hands off each other. I know that’s child—”
“One can’t help who they fall in love with or have strong feelings for.”
Lawrence shook his head and banged the side of it with the palm of his hand. Had he heard right? Of all people,
he hadn’t thought Uncle Hank would be so open. “You actually understand? I mean, that’s what I told her, and we decided to tell you two the same thing. We wanted everyone to sit down and talk. But things moved a little faster than we’d planned.”
He crossed his arms over his massive chest. “So what kept you from coming to us?”
Lawrence shifted his gaze to the floor again. “How do you say, ‘I’m falling for Auntie’s best friend’? And what would Yolanda say? She’s been stressing over our situation more than me, I think.”
“Are you sure it’s love and not lust?”
Good question. For Lawrence, it wasn’t lust. Yolanda was the only woman for him. “I want to make a life with her. I really do. It’s not just a crush anymore. I know I can be a good man for her. She’s everything I want in woman.”
“And for her?”
“She described her perfect man. I believe I fit the bill. And she’s willing to try this somewhat unconventional relationship.”
Uncle Hank got up and paced the room, his heavy steps making the floor creak.
“You’re disappointed in me.” Lawrence shook his head. “I kinda don’t blame you….”
“No, not really. It’s just, I’m sure there could have been a better way for everything to come out.”
“Yolanda warned me this could happen.”
“You may be a grown man now, but she still has a few years on you. Believe me, she’d probably thought out over fifty scenarios when she first realized her attraction for you before you even opened your mouth.”
“You’re right. I’m impulsive, I know.” He shrugged. “But that’s just the way I am, and I don’t plan on changing anytime soon.”
“I see. Then you have to live with the consequences of your actions. You two should complement each other.” He smirked.
“So you give us your blessing?” he asked hopefully.
“Would it stop you from being with her if I didn’t?”
Lawrence met his gaze head-on. “No.”
Uncle Hank chuckled. “Impulsive and strong-willed. I have no problem with you and Yolanda being together. I’ll say, it is a bit awkward. But if you were strangers and met up, I don’t think it would be an issue.”
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