by nikki blaire
“I completely forgot he was there!” She shrieked once they were inside.
“It’s okay.” He laughed, pulling her back into his arms. “I’m sure he’s seen worse.”
“That doesn’t make me feel better.” She playfully slapped his chest, but she only turned herself on more at feeling the solid muscle.
“Um,” Again, being so close to him had her at a loss for words. “Uh…” She tried again, but that kiss had fried her brain.
“Ayda, are you over thinking?”
Inviting a man up to her apartment had never been a task for her before, but suddenly, with Tremaine, it felt like a momentous occasion. So, yes, she was over thinking.
“Maybe.” She sucked her bottom lip between her teeth.
“This feels different for some reason. More important.”
“You’re right.” He leaned in to kiss her nose, moved to her lips, then trailed down to her neck.
“And I agree with you. This is important, but…” He pulled back, which made her frown. She missed the feel of his lips already.
“Let me make it easy for you.”
“And how do you plan to do that?” She narrowed her eyes at him quizzically.
“Simple.” He broke out into a devilish grin. “How about you just invite a brotha up for something to eat. Just like before. See, easy.”
“You’re right. That’s easy enough.” She leaned into him. “Tremaine?”
“Uh huh.”
“You hungry?”
“Hell yea.” He wrapped his arms around her waist. “Do you have something to eat?”
“I’ll see what I can find.” She returned his grin, then grabbed his hand and pulled him to the elevator.
Chapter Twelve
It was nearly impossible for Ayda to find the keys to her front door with Tremaine biting on her ear and leaving a damp trail of kisses on her neck.
“I got it.” She finally thrust the key into the lock, turned it, and then forced the door open. Tremaine followed right behind her then slammed it shut, lifting her against it in one swift motion. Then his lips found hers again and they began battling to possess each other. His strength held her up effortlessly, while he pushed down the straps of her dress, then unhooked and tossed her bra aside. His thumb passed over each nipple looking to turn them into taut buds, but they were already pointed. She had been ready for him.
“Take this off,” She breathed, stripped off his suit jacket, then reached for his pants to unbuckle them. To her surprise, Tremaine grabbed her hands to stop her.
“I’ve waited a long time for this. Don’t rush me.” His mouth went straight to her nipples, sucking on them like a lifeline. His tongue brushed over the sensitive beads until she let out a small cry of ecstasy. His need compelled her own.
“Tremaine,” She found herself whispering his name, which spurred a primitive growl from him. In another quick motion, he was carrying her to her bedroom, and then lowered her onto the bed. Pure desire shined in his eyes, as he lowered his mouth to graze her skin. Tiny shocks of pleasure radiated through her at each point of contact, the swell between her breasts, her belly button ring, and then her thighs. He left no spot untouched and painstakingly took his time undressing her.
His fingers danced down her skin until he found his way to the juncture between her thighs. A long finger slipped between the folds of her core, lingering for a moment, just to drive her crazy. She raised her hips to urge him on, a small chuckle escaping his lips, as he obliged. Then he nudged her legs apart, giving him a full view of her glory.
“Thank you.” He knelt down, moving closer.
“For what?” She dared to ask.
“Inviting me up to eat.”
His mouth moved to cover her clit, while he slid another finger inside of her. His tongue moved lower, slipping in and out of her creases and folds until the familiar pressure of an orgasm built behind her irises. She was ready for more, but he was still indulging like a starving man. Then he pinned her legs to the bed, furthering his feasting.
She shook. Then, her legs trembled and her body gave way to the wave of pleasure that cascaded over her.
“Shit.” She reached for him as soon as her senses returned. She wanted him naked now and pulled feverishly at his shirt. But Tremaine wasn’t giving up control. He grabbed her hand and took the fabric from her. Never breaking eye contact, he slowly lifted the shirt over his head then tossed it aside.
“You don’t get to control this tonight. Next time, maybe, but not tonight. Just tell me what you want me to do and trust me to do it. Alright?”
She simply nodded in agreement, while placing both of her hands onto his chest. She delicately traced the tattoos there, and then spread her hands to touch the images and words that decorated his biceps and arms. He stood up and dropped his pants, revealing his straining erection. She heard the crinkle of foil then watched him slide a condom over himself.
Then, he was on top of her, kissing her, and digging his hands in her hair. In that moment, it felt like magic, while he slowly inched his way inside of her. The addicting combination of pleasure and pain made her scream his name again. He hooked her legs around his torso, then finally buried himself to the hilt. They slowly began to rock together while he whispered sinfully delicious things in her ear, telling her how great she felt, how wet she was. He made her want to overtake him and really show off her talents, but Tremaine had her pinned beneath him, while he delivered mind numbing stroke after stroke.
The veins of his thickness rubbed against her silkiness until she was touching the edge of a blissful stupor. Then, like he intended to torture her, he tore their bodies apart to sit up on his knees while he turned her legs at an angle. He reconnected their bodies and her eyes sprung open to find his trained on her. It was almost as if he believed that his blinking would snatch the moment away. Then, he hit her spot, a spot that she swore that only she could find, causing her to raise off of the bed and grab for anything within reach.
She couldn’t take this, no, she wouldn’t take this. He had her teetering on the brink of insanity. In a lapse of his attention, Ayda took the moment to turn the tables. She lifted herself onto her elbows then turned herself over onto her knees. His hands went to her hips to hold her in place, but she swiveled them too quickly, the movement digging him deeper into her. He moaned and that was her signal to throw back all that he had given to her. She pushed back then pulled forward, clenching him as tightly as she could.
His moan turned to a guttural grunt and he dug his hands into her hips, but she refused to slow down. Their bodies pounded, the smacking sound only matched by their own pants and heavy breathing. The thrill of making him weak was pushing her over into another orgasm, but Tremaine abruptly pinned her down then dove in so deeply that he dared to touch her bottom.
“That was a good try.” He lowered himself onto her, stroking until she finally erupted. He followed soon after, clutching onto her, before collapsing on top of her. Both of their chests heaved and neither seemed to be able to utter a word.
Ayda tried to move and she tried to think, but for the first time, in a long time, her mind was completely clear and her body was paralyzed. So, she allowed herself to simply lay there, peacefully, under the weight of Tremaine’s body until she drifted off to sleep.
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A dull light from the morning sun lulled Tremaine’s eye open as the sun peek-a-booed through Ayda’s curtains. He groggily took in his surroundings before his attention fell on the naked body lying next to him. The realization hit him hard while he watched Ayda continue to sleep.
We had sex. Good sex.
Sex so good that he was hard again just thinking about it. Her wetness, her warmth, her firm grip, her softness, her moans, her...everything. Everything about her had contributed to sex so great that he would become addicted if he weren’t careful. Her body was nestled in the concave of his side and her backside was pressed against his groin. Carnal desire flamed up inside of him at the sight, but he wa
s hesitant to wake her up again to restart what they had done over and over all night. Although she had obliged him under the cover of darkness, he was unsure if she would still feel the same now that it was morning.
“Ayda.” He nudged her, but she barely stirred. “Ayda, baby. Wake up.” He leaned in and whispered to her.
“I’m awake,” She groaned, but her eyes were still clamped closed.
“And don’t start that baby mess with me.”
She rolled over further and pulled the comforter over her head. He chuckled to himself because ornery Ayda had returned. For a moment, last night, they had been vulnerable with each other. He had told her about Trinity and she had opened up about Aaron. His mind replayed the helpless look on her face, while she recounted her last relationship. Tremaine felt his body tense up again at the thought. Despite Ayda’s request for him to leave it alone, he vowed to handle Aaron whenever they crossed paths again.
He had gotten a taste of her letting him in physically and emotionally, and he liked it too much to let a little attitude deter him.
“So, you don’t wanna be my baby?” He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her closer to him, and his growing erection.
“No, I do not.” She tried to fight her giggle, but it was useless. He nibbled on her ear and let his hands slide to her thighs, then to the bud of nerves between them.
“You know what, I thought about dippin’ this morning ‘cause I knew you’d be being your lil’ mean self again.” He rubbed her slowly, the rhythm emphasizing his words. “But then I thought about how good this felt and I decided I wouldn’t let you run away from it.”
The sound of his voice, deep and gruff in her ear, combined with the gentle rubbing of his fingers on her most private place made her purr.
“I’m not running...from...anything.” Her breath grew ragged while her eyelids hung low.
“So, you really don’t wanna be my baby?”
“Tremaine,” She squirmed as his finger inched into her silky wetness, followed by another.
“Is that a yes or a no?” He continued to tease until she arched her back away from him. His tongue moved from her ear to her neck. She was literally quaking, while she tried to form words.
“You’re an asshole.” She ground out then reached for his arm. She gripped it tightly, while her body shuttered, but he wasn’t letting her get off that easily. He wanted a real answer to his question. He was really feeling her and had to be sure that she felt the same.
“Ayda, answer me.” He hadn’t meant to sound so authoritative, as he removed his fingers then moved on top of her. He knew that the real answer would be in her eyes whether she admitted to it or not. Her deep brown orbs looked back at him with the same defenselessness that he had seen the night before. She wanted to trust him, but he understood why she was hesitant. He had the same reservations, but his cards were on the table now. He couldn’t bluff anymore.
“Yes.” She stared back at him then reached for his manhood. In a quick motion, he maneuvered away from her then pinned both of her arms above her head.
“Yes, what?” He wouldn’t let her distract him by letting this interaction simply turn into lust.
“I wanna be your baby.”
They shared a moment of silence then broke into smiles.
“Good.” He kissed her then flipped their bodies over, which positioned her on top of him. “Now, show me what you were tryna do last night.”
“Are you serious?” She giggled, placing her hands on his chest. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen while she looked down at him. Her messy hair, her bare chocolate skin, her curves that served as the perfect place for him to put his hands.
“Damn right, baby.” He playfully squeezed her hips before she slowly merged their bodies together for another round.
When they finally broke apart from each other, both were satiated to exhaustion. Ayda was the first to get out of bed, which allowed Tremaine to finally check his phone. Julissa had sent him an emoji shaped like large eyes, to which he promptly responded that he would be there to pick Sasha up that afternoon. He tossed it back onto his rumpled clothing, so he could focus on the task at hand, Ayda.
“So, did I do well enough last night to get breakfast this morning?” He sat up to watch her once she emerged from a shower and rummaged through her dresser for something to put on.
“Shouldn’t I be asking you that question?” She turned around to face him then pulled a shirt over her head. He frowned at seeing her cover up. “So far, I’ve fed you twice, which means you owe me breakfast.”
A slow grin spread across Tremaine’s face as he hopped out of the bed.
“Since I’m pretty sure you’re not up for having yourself for breakfast, I’ll go in the kitchen and see what I can do. After I shower and change.” He reached for his suit pants and car keys.
“Wait a minute. You have clothes in your car? You just knew you were gettin’ some last night, huh?”
“Naw.” He scooped her up then kissed her forehead. If he kissed anything else then they would never leave her room.
“I just like to be prepared. I’ll be right back.”
Slipping downstairs without being seen was harder than Tremaine expected. He was trying to avoid the front office and any other staff who would recognize him. He made it to his car and pulled out his duffle bag then made it back to her apartment without being seen. After a shower, he went to the kitchen to make breakfast while Ayda went about her morning routine. He watched while she watered her flowers then turned the TV to cartoons, all while singing along to the music blaring from her phone’s speaker.
It was cute as hell. This was the real Ayda. The introverted, artsy, and sometimes weird person she had described to him.
“Need any help?” She ventured into the kitchen.
“Not really. You can show me how to work that fancy ass coffee maker you have over there though.” He finished mixing the pancake batter then slowly poured some into the hot pan.
She continued to hum while she turned it on then reached into the cabinet for two mugs.
“You’re chefin’ it up over there. I was expecting toast and cereal.” She turned to him, while he maneuvered the various pans for bacon, eggs, and pancakes on the stove.
“Is that so?” He grinned. “Well, my mama always said that I needed to know how to feed myself just in case I never settled down. I guess she knew more about me than I knew about myself.”
“I guess so.”
She poured the finished coffee into the mugs then pulled out cream and sugar, then put plates on the counter for Tremaine to pile up with the breakfast he had made. They both sat down at the same table where they had shared their first meal together.
“Deja vu, huh?” He tried to joke after saying grace, but Ayda’s mood had clearly shifted. “Okay, talk to me.” He put his fork down. “Because it’s too early for all of that.”
“Too early for what?” She tried to look innocent, but as usual, her eyes gave her away. The beautiful vulnerability that he had seen in her eyes before was now clouded with doubt.
“All of that overthinking that you’re doing. So, just tell me what’s wrong, so we can talk about it and try to fix it. I’m sure it’s not as complicated as you’re thinking it out to be.”
“Everything’s so easy with you, isn’t it.”
A slow smile replaced the questioning grimace that her mouth had started to coil into.
“It’s just that...and I hate to even be the kind of girl who asks this, but I think we should take the time to talk about what’s happening here.”
She rambled when she was nervous. He had picked up on that behavioral quirk of hers.
“Look, it’s cool to ask that.” He reached for her hand. “I’ve got the same question, so how about we talk about what it means to each of us. Then we can decide what it means to both of us.”
He winked at her then dug into his food. He was starving after expending so much energy last night, but his hunger for
actual food began to dissipate once Ayda bit on her bottom lip. Sitting across from her after having been with her was practically torture.
“Alright, well, I’m not trying to make this a serious thing right now. Not saying that you are...I’m just not ready to have all of that right now. I look at this as exploring what could be.”
“I agree.” Tremaine nodded, which made Ayda breathe a sigh of relief.
“But, I want to be clear, ain’t nobody else doing any exploring of you from this point forward.” He waved his fork up and down the length of her body. “I’m dead ass about that.”
Ayda let out a loud laugh before nodding her head.
“The same goes for you. No late night baby mama romps, no pretty boy slip ups.”
“Pretty boy slip ups? That’s a new phrase.” He chuckled. “And definitely not. Having to actually eat food is the only thing keeping me from diving right back into that waterfall you’ve got between those,”
“Tremaine!” She tossed her napkin at him. “Can you be serious for one moment?”
“I’m so serious.” They shared another long pregnant pause. “But, back to the issue at hand. You want to take things slow and that’s fine with me. I feel you. You’ve got stuff and I’ve got stuff. Shit, my stuff is moving and breathing, so I get it. We can explore this as long as we need to until we make it fit.”
Ayda finally dug her fork into her plate then took a big bite of her pancakes.
“Did you put something in these? They’re delicious. If you keep making these and bringing me macaroni and cheese, we may have to move a little faster.”
“I put vanilla in the batter. It’s the only way I can get Sasha to eat them. Her taste buds are too sophisticated for me. I was fine with the microwavable pancakes.”
They shared a laugh and continued to chat over breakfast until Tremaine really had to go. Julissa was understanding, but she wouldn’t let him leave his daughter with her forever. But when he found himself standing in Ayda’s front doorway, he was already missing the time they had spent together.