Southern Love

by Synithia Williams

  Malcolm trailed hot kisses down her neck to the top of her bra. He pushed her shirt off her shoulders but didn’t remove it, trapping her arms behind her. He pulled the front of her bra down until her breasts sprang free.

  He stared at them and licked his lips. “I’ve been dreaming of this for too long,” he murmured and began to kiss her breast. Kenyatta’s nipples begged for his attention, but he kissed everywhere but there. He kissed, palmed and massaged both breasts until they became heavy and full.

  “Malcolm, please,” she begged.

  “Please what?” He continued to kiss everywhere but where she wanted.

  “My … please … kiss … ” she mumbled incoherently.

  “Don’t you mean suck?” He took one of the dusky peaks into his mouth.

  Kenyatta thought she’d melt through the desk as he softly sucked one nipple and then the other. He lavished attention between the two until she cried out softly with pleasure. After loving them separately, he pushed her breasts together and took both nipples into his mouth at once. The ecstasy of it caused her to raise her hips off the desk. She struggled to release her arms from the shirt, but couldn’t.

  “My arms. I need to touch you,” she gasped.

  He gave her breasts one last squeeze before lifting up to kiss her mouth and removed her shirt. When her arms were free, she quickly unbuttoned his shirt. Once his shirt was open, she ran her hands across the hard planes of his chest. She knew he worked out regularly and had often fantasized about touching him, but it didn’t compare to the real thing. His body was hot, as her hands explored the hard play of muscles. She was delighted to hear his quick intake of breath as she rubbed her hands across his flat nipples. Leaning over, she kissed his chest before kissing her way up to his neck. He tasted so good.

  Malcolm ran his hands up her thighs, pushing up her skirt. His finger teased the edge of her panties. Kenyatta eagerly opened her legs wider. He took her mouth in another deep kiss and slipped his finger inside her panties.

  “You’re so wet.” He breathed against her neck.

  His excitement caused a new rush of desire to flood her body. She lifted slightly when he pulled her panties off, tearing them with his eagerness. He looked at them after pulling them from under her skirt. “They match your bra. Damn, you’re driving me crazy.”

  His hand ran up her leg until they found her aching flesh. He fingered the seam of her sweetness before spreading her lower lips and gently rubbing her sensitive bud. Kenyatta hadn’t been touched like that in so long, the pleasure cloaked her body from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She silently vowed passion would never be unnecessary again, as she exhaled another moan. All coherent thought left her as Malcolm slid one finger into her. He bent his finger up to rub the sensitive flesh inside her body, and she cried out his name.

  “That’s it,” he whispered against her neck. “Call my name. Remember who’s making you feel this way.”

  He slid his finger in and out of her in slow, deliberate strokes. Kenyatta didn’t think she could feel any better until he slipped another finger inside of her. He rubbed his thumb over her clit while his fingers pushed in and out. Kenyatta climaxed immediately. Stars burst behind her eyelids as she floated in a state of bliss.

  • • •

  Malcolm watched Kenyatta’s face as he continued to stroke her through the waves of her climax. She was so damn beautiful. He removed his hand from her body, and she whimpered. Feeling even more urgency than before, he undid his pants and pulled out the long thick muscle throbbing between his legs. Kenyatta looked down at it and licked her lips. He thought he would explode right then.

  “I would love for you to taste it, but we’ll have time for that later.”

  He saw embarrassment fill her eyes and he leaned over to kiss her. “Don’t be embarrassed. I want to taste you, too.”

  He rubbed his length against the hot flesh between her thighs and she gasped against his lips. She leaned back on her elbows and his eyes devoured her. He wanted to remember how she looked with her breasts heaving as he rubbed himself against her wetness.

  “I’ve wanted to do this for too long.” His breath hitched when his head slid across her swollen clit.

  She trembled and looked up into his eyes. “Please, put it in … now … ”

  Without hesitation, he pushed inside her. They both gasped as he stretched her inner walls. Damn she was so tight. He had to stop for a second or else it would be over before it started. Taking a deep breath, he slid further inside of her, clenching his teeth the entire time. This was heaven.

  “Oh, God, you feel so good,” he said through clenched teeth. He grabbed her hips and settled within her more fully. “Am I hurting you?”

  She didn’t answer, instead she slowly moved her hips and a wave of bliss flowed through him. Malcolm sucked in a breath when she moaned and squeezed her walls around him.

  “I’ll take that as a no,” he said and he began to glide in and out. His movements started out slow but quickly increased in speed. There was no time for long, slow lovemaking. Not this first time. He’d wanted her for too long. The past three years had been enough foreplay; now there was only the need to be inside her — to make her his. Kenyatta cried out with each stroke and each sound brought him closer and closer to the brink of ecstasy. The feel of her wet heat as he slid in and out of her, the softness of her body underneath him and the knowledge that it was Kenyatta — finally Kenyatta — was overwhelming. She cried out his name as her body shuddered and clenched around his.

  He could no longer hold back. She was so tight, hot, and wet. Every spasm of her body pushed him closer. He thought briefly about pulling out before exploding, but it was too late. He spilled himself within her with one last urgent push. He called out her name and lowered the weight of his body onto her, happier than he could ever remember being.

  As their breathing returned to normal and they slowly came back down to earth, Malcolm realized he was falling in love with her. It had always been there, but he’d refused to acknowledge it. Now he admitted it to himself as he felt the lingering spasms of her climax around his manhood; he would move heaven and earth to keep her.

  Chapter 24

  Brad picked Kenyatta up at exactly eight. She’d scarcely had time to get in, shower, and change. He greeted her stiffly and barely spoke. She assumed it was because she’d taken so long to leave work that afternoon. For the millionth time, the reason why flashed through her mind — her and Malcolm. On top of her desk. Heat filled her and she squirmed in the leather seat of Brad’s Infiniti. She tried to push the memory from her mind but knew it was a lost cause.

  Brad’s silent treatment gave her more time to think about what had happened. After she and Malcolm came back to reality, Kenyatta had been nervous and embarrassed. How could she have had sex on her desk? In the middle of the afternoon! So what if everyone was out of the office? Even if her coworkers had been right outside her door, she wasn’t sure she would have stopped. She’d wanted Malcolm so much that common sense had fled, and that scared her. They’d had sex — great sex — on top of her desk — without a condom! She’d promised herself she would never again be a victim of passion. She thought she’d gotten smart enough to know better and resist temptation, but she had obviously been fooling herself. She was just as impetuous and reckless as before.

  Malcolm had tried to talk to her afterwards, but she’d hurriedly gotten dressed, avoiding eye contact the entire time. He finally grabbed her by the arm and forced her to look at him. He told her he didn’t regret it and asked if she did. When she saw the nervousness in his chocolate eyes, she knew she didn’t regret it and told him so. He’d kissed her so sweetly after her answer she almost cried.

  He held her hand as they walked out of the office. He kissed her again as she got into her car. They acted like a couple deeply in love, but Kenyatta knew that wasn
’t the case. They were definitely in lust, but not in love. At least she suspected Malcolm wasn’t. However, she was in danger of loving him. She admired and respected him and truly enjoyed his company. She finally felt free to acknowledge the potential to love him had always been there. She’d gone from being infatuated with her boss, to idolizing him, to possibly falling in love.

  Yet that didn’t guarantee he felt the same. Sure, he was obviously attracted to her, but what else? What if, like her mother, she got pregnant? Would he really want that type of lifelong attachment? Would he even consider a baby as a lifetime attachment? How did she get so carried away? He told her he wanted her in his bed, but what if that was all he really wanted? She’d been lied to before, and it broke her heart. She couldn’t take another hit like that. Not from Malcolm.

  “You’re awfully quiet tonight,” Brad spoke sharply, breaking the silence.

  “What? Did you say something?” She had heard his voice, but not what he said.

  Brad gripped the steering wheel. “Is there something on your mind?”

  “No, no, nothing at all,” she stammered. “I’m just tired.”

  “Hmmm, maybe you left all of your energy back on your desk in your office.”

  She laughed nervously. “Maybe I did. It was a long day.”

  “I hope Malcolm didn’t pound you too hard at the end of the day.”

  She inhaled quickly. “I told you he wasn’t there,” her voice wavered.

  He just shrugged one shoulder. “Yeah … that’s what you said.” He glared at her quickly from the corner of his eye.

  A sudden wave of guilt led her to wonder if there was an underlying meaning in his words, did he suspect something had happened?

  “Maybe he left a lot of work for you on your desk,” he continued.

  “He did leave some items.”

  Brad waited a few seconds before responding, “You know, I’ve always fantasized about making love to you on top of your desk. Like on one afternoon right before you get off for the day. Can you imagine it?” He reached over and rubbed her knee exposed by the short hemline of her dress. She tried to pull away but he grabbed it. “Can you imagine me putting you on your desk, pushing up your skirt and plunging into you?”

  A vision of Malcolm plunging into her hours earlier in that very position flashed before her eyes. Kenyatta tried to pull away again, but he held her knee tighter. Her faced burned so badly with guilt she wouldn’t have been surprised if she burst into flames.

  They pulled up to the Fire Marshal’s Ball and Kenyatta closed her eyes and sighed. Brad removed his hand from her knee to park, and she relaxed. Hopefully, he would forget she hadn’t answered his question in the bustle to get out of the car and inside to the ball. But, as soon as the car stopped, and she turned to get out, he grabbed her knee more forcefully than before. She turned to complain, but froze when she saw the angry determination in his eyes.

  “Answer my question, Kenyatta. You’re my fiancée, and I need to know if you fantasize about me the way I fantasize about you.” He pushed his hand up her skirt and squeezed her thigh. “Do you think about me making love to you on top of your desk? Can you imagine it?”

  Again, visions of Malcolm filled her head. “I … y … yes, I’ve thought about it,” she lied. She couldn’t tell him about this afternoon when his fantasy was what she’d done with another man.

  He clearly wasn’t satisfied. “But are you thinking about it now? Are you thinking about us being together, finally, tonight?”

  Her heart thumped. With everything that happened with Malcolm, she’d forgotten that they were finally supposed to sleep together. Nausea caused her stomach to roll and she swallowed audibly.

  “Brad, really, let’s go inside. I’m ready to get in there, get something to eat, and enjoy the evening.” She tried to pull away once more, but he held on to her thigh.

  “No, I want you to think about me and only me. I don’t ever want you to harbor the thought of another man inside you. Do you understand?”

  Kenyatta felt like the car was closing in around her. Guilt smothered her like a wet blanket. She didn’t want to do this now, but if he didn’t stop pushing her, she was going to tell him everything.

  “Brad, please, don’t do this now. I don’t want to spoil the evening.”

  The muscle in his jaw clenched, and the pressure on her thigh increased. He looked like he wanted to pounce on her right there in the car. Desire filled his eyes, but anger mixed with that desire and it made her wary.

  “No, you wouldn’t want me to spoil your wonderful day now would you?” He looked at her with barely veiled disgust, but turned away so quickly she couldn’t tell if she’d really seen it. “Let’s go inside and find my parents. We’ll have plenty of time to deal with this later.”

  Kenyatta breathed again. It was not going to be easy telling Brad about Malcolm. He didn’t believe there were any problems with their relationship and was trying to make it work. She was the one who had strayed and was ready to end it. Another wave of guilt came over her. It was going to be a long night.

  Brad got out of the car and came over to open her door. It was early September, but still a hot, humid South Carolina night. Brad smiled at her without a hint of any irritation on his face.

  “You look beautiful. I should have told you that earlier,” he said.

  Kenyatta smiled in appreciation. As soon as she tried on her dress, she’d loved it. It was a sapphire silk, one-shoulder design that gathered at her waistline and stopped above the knee. The silk clung attractively to her curves and accentuated her hourglass figure, and the radiant blue hue perfectly complemented her skin tone. She was glad Brad appreciated it.

  “Thank you. You look very handsome yourself.”

  Brad leaned in to kiss her cheek, but at the last second, he kissed the side of her neck. Kenyatta tried to move, but he put his hand on her waist and held her close.

  “You smell great as well,” he whispered in her ear.

  Kenyatta tried to push away, but he held firm. She started to remind him they needed to get inside, but a voice intervened before she could.

  “Kenyatta, I was hoping to see you here tonight.”

  Kenyatta’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of Malcolm’s voice. She tried again to push Brad away, but he took his time to move to her side before firmly planting his hand on her waist.

  At the sight of Malcolm, Kenyatta’s breath caught. He was gorgeous in a traditional black tuxedo. She thought he must have gone to the barbershop after work, because the stubble that had been on his cheek was gone and there was a crisp edge to his goatee and around his hairline. As Jessica moved closer to his side, Kenyatta realized she’d forgotten about her existence entirely. She looked stunning in an emerald green dress with an obscenely low neckline that dipped between her breasts. She wondered how it stayed in place. She fought back feelings of jealousy by reminding herself of what had happened on her desk earlier.

  “Malcolm.” Kenyatta hated the breathless sound of her voice, but memories of that afternoon, flashed through her mind. Yet when their eyes met, she could see he was thinking about the same thing, and her jealousy evaporated.

  “We were just going inside,” Brad interrupted. “If you’ll excuse us.” He headed toward the door with his hand still around Kenyatta’s waist. She looked back, but Brad was moving so quickly that she had to turn around to make sure she didn’t stumble.

  “You didn’t have to be so rude. We could have talked for a second.”

  “We didn’t need to stop and talk with him,” he replied gruffly.

  Before she could ask why, they were at the door handing over their tickets. The Fire Marshal’s Ball had become such a successful fundraiser that it had to be in the massive Cantey Building on the state fairgrounds. Shades of blue, gray, and silver adorned the ballroom with arra
ngements of Asiatic lilies, spray roses, and irises on each table. A live band was playing an Earth, Wind, and Fire song that had a lot of people on the dance floor.

  An usher at the door asked them if they knew their table number just as an older lady in a gray sequined dress approached.

  “This is Chief Johnson’s son and soon-to-be daughter-in-law. They’ll be sitting at the head table.”

  Brad smiled broadly. “Thank you, Mrs. Stevenson. You look wonderful tonight. If I weren’t so happy with Kenyatta, I’d try and steal you from Mr. Stevenson,” he teased.

  Mrs. Stevenson laughed and lightly hit his arm. She was his father’s longtime administrative assistant who also handled the majority of the planning for the Ball each year. She’d spend most of the night running around putting out potential fires.

  She winked. “Don’t let Mr. Stevenson hear that. He might tell you to take me.”

  “If that’s the case, I did hear that polygamy has it perks,” Brad joked back. “What do you say, Kenyatta, do you mind sharing me?”

  Kenyatta laughed. “We’ll see. How are you doing, Mrs. Stevenson?” She asked leaning in to kiss her on her cheek.

  Mrs. Stevenson rolled her eyes and began to escort them to their table. “About to lose my mind. It seems as if every year people get crazier. Caterers are harder to deal with, the wait staff get lazier, and to top it off, there’s always one fool who shows up drunk.”

  Brad squeezed her shoulder. “And you’ll handle it like a pro as usual.”

  Mrs. Stevenson laughed. “Say that again at the end of the night.”

  They arrived at the head table and Kenyatta was happy to see her mom and dad had already arrived. Kenyatta looked a few tables over and saw Carol and Angie with their husbands. She waved at her friends and motioned that she would be over there soon. Everyone greeted one another and Brad pulled out the chair next to her mother for Kenyatta.