Kulani looks surprised by my question, but then seemingly thinks it over. When he sighs and clicks the TV off with the remote, I’m not too sure that I want to know his answer.
“I couldn’t trust myself.”
Okay, now I’m confused. “What?”
Kulani chuckles at my dumbfounded expression. Quickly, he grabs me by the hips and plops me down on his lap. “You’re so beautiful, baby. I can’t trust myself. I have a hard enough time trying to keep my hands off of you in public. I was scared that if I got you alone, I wouldn’t be able to. Everything about you turns me on, from your feisty temper to the cute little way you scrunch your nose up when you’re concentrating. I didn’t know if I’d be able to stop myself if I got you anywhere near my bed.”
“What made you change your mind?” I ask over the pounding of my heart.
“I’d never hurt you. I’d never pressure you into anything you weren’t ready for, so even though I still want you, I’m willing to wait because I care about you so fucking much. Plus, I really want to fall asleep with your body next to mine and not have to worry about waking up in time to leave your bed before Camille wakes up and beats my ass.”
I laugh and lean down to give him a soft, but intimate kiss.
“Thank you,” I whisper against his lips. Not only am I thanking him for his sweet words and putting my fears to rest, but I’m also thanking him for solidifying that he is the one.
“Can I use your bathroom?”
“Yeah,” he answers slowly, clearly confused by my change in subject. “Down the hall to the left.”
I get up without another word and head for the hall, only I don’t go for the restroom. I head for his room. Once there, I stand in front of the big mirror on top of his dresser. I should be nervous, given what I’m about to do, but the sweet words Kulani said echo through my mind and calms me.
I pull the hem of my dress up and over my head, leaving me in only the white lace bra, and thong Layla and I bought earlier at the store. I fret a little on how I should be when Kulani walks into the room, but I eventually settle for sitting on the edge of the bed.
Ten minutes pass before I hear him click the TV off and stand up. When I hear his footsteps coming closer, the nerves return with a vengeance. I freeze when he enters the doorway to his room.
The look on his face would be comical if the situation wasn’t so serious. His mouth opens and closes. If it wasn’t for the hunger written in his eyes, I wouldn’t know how he feels about this.
“Babe?” he croaks.
While waiting for him to walk into his room, I thought long and hard about what I would say to him, but the speech I had prepared evaporates. Instead, I open my mouth and lay it all out there with two sentences.
“I don’t want to wait any longer, Kulani. I want you to make love to me now.”
Chapter Twelve
There Are Some Things You Need To Know First
When minutes pass and Kulani still doesn’t utter a word and the shocked look doesn’t leave his face, I begin to squirm. I don’t really know what to think. I would’ve probably run away crying if it wasn’t for the look of hunger in his eyes.
I look down and see that he’s balling his hands into fists at his sides. My eyes snap back to him when I hear him emit a low groan. I watch as his eyes travel from my hair to my breasts. He bites the corner of his lip. The fact that he looks like he’s just barely in control of his reaction makes my nipples harden.
I follow his eyes as they continue on their way down until they reach my drenched core. My sex clenches when Kulani lets out a strangled moan. When I see his Adam’s apple bob from his hard swallow, I decide I can’t take this silence anymore.
“Kulani—”
“Tell me you’re sure!” he demands, cutting off whatever I was about to say. I open my mouth to confirm that I’m sure when he cuts me off again. “You have to be sure, baby. Because I don’t love like most other men.”
I don’t know what he means by that, but I know that, by the seductive way he says it and the looks he’s giving me, I want his hands on me regardless of what he means. I want him to love me any way he wants.
“I’m sure,” I whisper.
“Say it again.”
“I’m sure, Kulani. I want this. I want you.” I watch, in fascination, as Kulani closes his eyes, almost as if he’s absorbing my words, letting them sink in. I didn’t know it was possible, but when he opens his eyes, they’re even darker with lust.
“Stand up, pretty girl,” he demands. The authoritative tone in his voice sends a ripple of excitement through me and straight between my legs. I can’t deny how tense I am. I’m in unknown territory. I don’t know what to expect and I have no clue what to do, so I waste no time following his instruction.
“Right over there, Aria,” he says while pointing to a spot in the center of the floor. For the first time since finding me almost naked on his bed, Kulani leaves his spot in the doorway and slowly walks to me, his eyes tracing my body the entire way.
I should feel embarrassed about my near naked state, and I suppose part of me does, but the way Kulani is looking at me? It’s like I’m the sexiest woman he’s ever seen, and that gives me all the confidence I need to stand here.
I assume he’s coming to stand in front of me, but he doesn’t. He walks past me. I turn my head to see where he’s headed. “Eyes forward, baby girl,” he growls, and I quickly obey.
I can feel him moving around, but I have no clue what he’s doing. I jump slightly when I feel his warm hand grab my hips. He’s standing so close that his chest and abs are pressed up against my back. He’s shirtless, but I can tell from the erection he’s pressing against my ass that he still has his basketball shorts on.
I want so badly to turn around and kiss him. The anticipation is killing me, but I don’t. I stare ahead, waiting on bated breath, waiting to see what he will do or say next.
I close my eyes when I feel him place his lips against my ear. “You want me, baby,” he whispers while running his hands up and down my sides. I don’t answer because it wasn’t a question.
“I want you. So. Fucking. Bad.” He punctuates each word with a small thrust of his dick. “There are some things you have to know first.”
I gasp when I feel him grab the strings of my thong and drag them slowly down my legs. When I feel them drop the rest of the way down and land on my feet, I kick them to the side.
I’m practically panting when he snakes his hand from my waist to cup my pussy. “I like control.”
I whimper when he runs one of his fingers through my wet folds. “I take what I want, and I do it how I want it, sometimes soft and sweet, sometimes rough and hard. But I promise, baby, it’ll feel good every. Fucking. Time.” He unsnaps my bra and it falls to the ground.
I’m now completely bare to him, but I’m so worked up that I can’t think clearly through my fog of need to care. I shiver when Kulani places one soft kiss between my shoulder blades. He trails the finger he had in my sex up my stomach and around to my back as he walks to stand in front of me, leaving a wet trail of my arousal across my body.
When he’s standing directly in front of me, he cradles my head in his hands and crashes his lips down on mine for a desire-filled kiss.
“Do you still want it?”
I nod, not trusting my voice.
“Then take my shorts off,” he instructs softly. With shaky hands, I grasp the top of his shorts and drag them down. My eyes bug out when his full, erect cock springs free. I was wrong. He’s not big. He’s massive. Now the nerves are back because I’m not sure how this is going to work.
My nervousness dissipate when I see a glistening of pre-cum on the tip of his penis. I want to taste him. I want to feel him, but when I reach out my hand to do just that, Kulani grabs my wrist and stops me.
I know I have a wounded expression on my face. “I want you too bad, baby. The moment you put your hands on me, I’ll lose it. I want to be inside you when I come.”
After another soft kiss to my lips, he takes in the view of my naked breasts. “Damn. Fuck, you’re beautiful. Look at these tits. Fucking perfect.”
I moan when he licks my nipple, then sucks it into his mouth. He continues to bite, lick, and nibble until my core is drenched and I’m two seconds away from begging him to finally take me.
He releases my nipple with an audible pop and instantly begins to place wet kisses down the center of my stomach. When he reaches my pussy, I blush when he inhales my scent. “God. I can smell how much you want me. So fucking good,” he groans, his eyes closed. “I bet you taste just as good.”
Without giving me a chance to respond, he gives my core one long lick. My legs wobble as an unfamiliar pleasure shoots through me from my core. Instinctively, my fingertips thread his hair. “You taste delicious, just like I knew you would. Like honey.”
My knees threaten to buckle when he sucks my clit into his mouth. “Tell me I’m the first one to get to taste this sweet pussy. Tell me, baby.” The growl from his words vibrate against me, pushing me that much closer to the euphoric feeling that’s building. “Only you,” I say between moans.
“Oh, baby girl. That makes me so happy. I’m the only man that will ever taste this pussy, the only man to ever get to be inside you. Hold on to the bedpost, Aria,” he demands.
I don’t know how I managed to understand him, much less obey, but I take my fingers from his hair and wrap my hands tightly around the bedpost that’s behind him.
“Hold on tight, baby.” Kulani pushes one of his long, thick fingers inside me. It hurts. Not a bad hurt. In fact, it almost feels good. Still, I can’t stop the whimper that escapes me.
“Christ, Aria. You’re so fucking tight. I can’t wait to feel this tight heat wrapped around my dick.” He ends that sentence by sucking my clit back into his mouth.
Soon, he’s sucking me and fingering in a rapid motion, both actions in sync. A pleasure-filled pressure is starting to build in my sex. It’s a feeling so intense that it scares me. I open my eyes and watch as Kulani fucks my cunt with his mouth.
“Kulani,” I moan. I don’t even know what I want to say. I just know that I’m teetering on an imaginary ledge, and I’m about to fall off.
“Let go, baby. Let go and give it to me. Let me drink up your sweet juices.” I throw my head back and squeeze my eyes closed as fireworks go off behind my eyelids. “Kulani!” I half moan, half scream.
He doesn’t answer mycrynot that I expect him to. Never have I felt such an amazing feeling. It’s exhilarating. Wave after wave of desire rushes through me. It’s almost too much. My knees give out, but thankfully Kulani catches me and carries me to over to the bed.
After laying me down, he lays down on top of me. “You’re fucking beautiful when you let go, Aria. So beautiful,” he whispers before tenderly kissing my lips.
The aftershocks of my orgasm rock through me, so I just smile.
“I want this so bad. I’m so hard for you, but I have to ask one more time. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure, Kulani,” I answer instantly. In truth, I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life. Kulani kisses me on my neck one more time before he reaches over me and pulls out a condom from the bedside table drawer.
He quickly tears the wrapper open with his teeth. I watch in fascination as he rolls the condom down his long, thick length. I feel him line the tip of his cock at my entrance.
When he looks at me with sadness, my nerves come back, but settle when he says, “It’s going to hurt, Aria. I wish like hell it wasn’t going to, but it’ll be over soon, and then it’ll feel so good, baby.”
“I trust you, Kulani,” I whisper, and he thrusts inside. I can feel him break through my barrier and then a white, hot pain rips through me. My eyes squeeze close and the tears I tried to hold back fall. I open my mouth to gasp, but no sound comes out. I was expecting pain, but not this much.
“I’m so sorry, baby.” He kisses my tears. As hard as it is for him—and I know it’s hard for him because I can feel his body shaking with the urge to move—Kulani stays completely still, giving me the time I need to adjust to his intrusion.
Eventually, the pain tapers off and turns into a dull throb, and soon even that subsides. I move around to test the pain, but I don’t feel pain anymore, only want and need. I need him to move.
Kulani pulls back enough to look at me. “Are you okay, babe? Please say you’re okay because I have to move.”
“I’m okay. Make love to me,” I whisper. He smiles at me and softly kisses me before he pulls out of me slowly and slides back in. He repeats this until that familiar feeling begins to build again.
“Fuck, baby girl. You feel so fucking good. Like heaven. Men would die for pussy like this, but they’ll never get it because you’re mine, right, Aria? Say you’re mine!” he demands as his pace picks up.
“I’m yours, Kulani. Please. Faster,” I beg.
“Fuck yes, baby,” he groans and sits up, still inside of me. I open my eyes in panic, thinking that he’s about to pull out, but instead he lifts my legs and lays them over his shoulder.
When he thrusts inside me, he hits a spot that I’ve only read about. “Yes!” I scream. “That feels so good!”
“Hell yes, baby. I can feel you squeezing my dick. You’re so close. Come, pretty girl. Let me have another one.”
Those words are all the encouragement my body needs. Before I know what’s happening, another orgasm tears through me. “That’s it, baby. Soak my dick. Fuck. I’m coming, baby!” One more hard thrust and Kulani is moaning my name through an orgasm of his own.
Kulani collapses on top of me and, for a while, the only sound in the room is our heavy breathing.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Honestly, I feel great. I love sex.” My mouth gapes open and my eyes widen in horror when I realize I just blurted out something that was only supposed to be said in my head.
Kulani throws his head back and rumbles with laughter. “I see sex makes you honest.”
“Apparently,” I say through a red face.
“I’ll be right back, baby,” he says, then jumps off the bed and heads to the bathroom. He comes back minutes later with a red washcloth. I don’t say anything while he wipes between my legs. He climbs back under the covers and lays behind me.
I sigh when he wraps his arms around me and pulls my back to his front. With him hugging me tight, I’m suddenly incredibly tired. My eyes drift closed. Just before I fall asleep, I hear him whisper, “Night, Rocky.”
For the first time in weeks, I sleep through the night without any dreams, and I know it’s because I’m in his arms. This man holds my heart. My only wish now is that he takes care of it.
Chapter Thirteen
What Are You Doing To Me?
I wake up to sunlight streaming through the curtains. It takes me a couple of minutes to remember where I’m at, but as soon as I see the heavy arm draped over my hip¸ all of the delicious memories from last night come back in a rush.
I smile. I feel good. None of the nervousness, none of the awkwardness I was sure I would feel is there. I feel confident and I know that it’s because of Kulani. He makes me feel safe and protected. Those are two feelings I thought I would never feel in this lifetime, but he somehow managed to knock down all of my defenses. He took a broken half of me and made me whole. I love him.
But I’m not loving my morning breath. Ew. I listen to his breathing. Once I’m sure he’s asleep, I attempt to crawl out of bed. I move slower when I feel a twinge of pain between my legs.
I barely get my feet on the ground when Kulani grabs my upper arms and pulls my back into his front. He moved so fast that I didn’t realize he was on his knees behind me until his face dipped into my neck.
“Where do you think you’re going?” he purrs into my neck before biting it softly. Goosebumps immediately rise all over my body.
“Mmm. Going to the bathroom?” I phrase it like a question because,
with him licking my neck and now rubbing his hand seductively across my chest and stomach, going to the bathroom is the last thing I want to do.
“No,” is the only response I get from Kulani before he hooks one arm around my waist, drops us both back on to the bed, and tosses the comforter over our heads.
My giggle comes to a sudden stop when Kulani dips his face closer to mine, like he’s going to kiss me. Now that his lips aren’t on my neck, distracting me, I remember why I was on a mission to brush my teeth. I cover my mouth just in time for his lips land on the back of my hand.
“Uh, babe?” he asks with his lips still against my hand.
“My breath stinks,” I mumble from behind my hand. I don’t know how, but Kulani manages to understand what I said. He tosses his head back and laughs.
“My breath is shit too, so how about you give me a nice, smelly kiss?” he asks once he’s done laughing. He can’t see it, but I scrunch my face in disgust and shake my head.
I see the mischief in his eyes and I know, instantly, he’s up to no good. “Come on,” he says, lightly strumming his finger up my sides and over my rib cage.
“Don’t you dare!” I warn from behind my hand when I realize what he’s up to. I thought that, since I kicked his ass once, maybe he would listen, but no. The bastard starts tickling me.
“Please,” I say between laughs. “Please stop.”
“All you have to do is kiss me.”
I tried to keep my hand over my face, but when he refused to stop, and I was on the verge of peeing myself, I had to give in.
“Fine! You win.”
Kulani promptly stops. He reaches up and cups the side of my face. He doesn’t say anything, just gives me a soft look before leaning in and giving me an even softer kiss.
As soon as his lips touch mine, all worries of stinky breath leave.
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