“…Oh yeah, I’m here,” he chuckled. “Just a little caught off guard,” he admitted. What did you have in mind?”
Perfect!
“Why don’t I tell you how to get to my house and we can discuss that when you arrive. You won’t be breaking curfew by coming over at this weird hour, will you?”
“Miss Gabriella got jokes, huh? How about my curfew is whatever time you decide it’s time for me to leave your company.”
CHAPTER 29
~*~*~
An hour and some change later, Robert walked through my front door.
We had gotten enough talk out the way during our earlier conversation so there was no need to pick up where we left off. Talking wasn’t the reason I invited him over.
I closed the door behind him, smiling as I did so, and released the belt around my silk chemise, allowing it to fall from my body, and onto the sides of my stilettos.
“You asked what I had in mind. I thought it was better for me to show you than to talk about it over a phone line.”
“Damn,” he managed. It fell from his lips like a soft whisper that probably surprised even him.
He stood before me words lost as I commenced to disrobing him where he stood. I took great care with the velvet blazer as I walked to place it neatly on the sofa.
I ran my hands across the detailed cuts of his bare arms, and chest, planting soft kisses as I went along.
I undid his belt, the hook on his slacks and slowly slid his zipper down. When I removed his slacks, I paused at the protruding bulge. I moved in close and removed his boxer briefs, so that we could be flesh to flesh.
“Is all this for me?” I asked taking his dick into my hand and stroking up and down his shaft.
He opened his mouth, but no words flowed.
“It’s okay…it was rhetorical,” I whispered to him.
By the hand, I led my guest to the bedroom. There were no words between us. I preferred it that way. I didn’t want any distractions and besides, the moment didn’t require words. The sultry sounds of Jaheim were taking care of that.
“Lay down for me, Robert.”
Walking around to the side of my bed, I grabbed the condom case, a wooden box that once housed a Fossil watch gifted to me years ago. I grabbed a handful of magnums and spread them onto the bed.
A ribbed one was chosen, and rolled down Robert’s erection.
When I mounted him, we fell into an immediate rhythm. He guided my hips as I slid up and down his dick, taking every inch of what he had to offer and enjoying every moment of it.
“This…Is…gooddd.”
As Robert’s thrusts built, his grip on my ass cheeks tightened.
“Oh-Oh-Oh!! Shhh-iii-ttt!!”
When I knew he was at the finish line, I squeezed my walls around his dick, and he went crazy. I could feel his thighs shaking beneath me.
He panted labored breaths until he had fully emptied into the condom.
Mission accomplished
I leaned down and kissed him along his face before taking his bottom lip between mine and sucking on it.
That session was all about him. I wanted him to feel good. I felt he deserved it. Any man that stepped to me with the class that he did, with the respect that he did and with the package that he delivered to my front door…deserved it.
He opened his eyes and looked up at me with evidence of satisfaction on his face and I leaned down to kiss softly on his face his neck, finally taking his bottom lip between mine and sucking it softly.
“How was that for you play date?”
“Do you really have to ask?” he said looking into my eyes. “You are trouble. I knew there was something special under that dress, but I think I slightly underestimated you. Only slightly though.”
“I’m happy you approve.” I smiled as I dismounted and pulled the condom from his limpness. I disappeared into the bathroom to discard the condom.
On my way back, I got my first real glimpse of his body, as he walked toward me. And a body it was. He wore the right amount of muscle – not overdone like some men that don’t know when to lay off the weights. Robert didn’t have that issue going on.
He was standing before me looking down and into my soul, it seemed.
“You are a beautiful woman, Gabriella. Beautiful,” he repeated for emphasis. “Is it okay to kiss you?”
“Mister, after what we just shared, you ask if you can kiss me? Of course you can.” I told him wrapping my arms around his neck.”
Passionately, our lips met for the second time. He slowly pried my mouth open so our tongues could intertwine and do a dance of their own.
My hands moved down to his waist as the kiss lingered in the doorway of the bathroom and soon I could feel his manhood growing against me.
“I think somebody wants in…again” I whispered in the middle of our kiss.
“I think so too,” he responded. “Especially if his playmate is game. Tracing my wetness with his finger, he whispered, “Oohh, Yes…I think so. It’s so wet down there,” he sighed.
“You sound surprised, don’t be. I’m pretty sure it’s gonna be nice and lubricated down there until the two of you are out of eye sight. You’re something like a turn on.”
He kneeled in front of me, pulled my feet one by one, out of my stilettos, kissed up and down my legs and pulled me to him onto the floor.
We kissed while simultaneously exploring each other’s bodies. It was like an expedition for buried treasure and I was immersed in ecstasy.
Robert rolled me onto my back and with my thighs raised, he moved between my legs, and began kissing my neck and face. Sensual. He liked taking his time.
I liked that he showed restraint and wanted to get as much playtime in as possible. I was learning that rushing the process wasn’t a part of his character. He was enjoying my body, and allowing me to enjoy his.
When he started a kissing trail down my stomach, he held my thighs apart as he traveled to my navel and down to my inner thighs. I knew what was coming and I held my breath in anticipation.
As he descended upon my pussy, it was without warning and with expert skill and grace.
Left to right, he sucked the lips one at a time taking care to give each the same attention. He licked every inch of the pussy, sticking his tongue inside as far as he could to get a reaction. By the time he confronted my clit, I was nearing convulsions – especially, as it became the main course.
He took extra time sucking, licking and kissing, yet it was the sensuous sounds of his slurping that drove me wild.
He allowed my moans to be his compass as he navigated his way around my compound. It was like he knew the routes by heart.
Either this was his pussy in another life, or he was some sort of licensed head doctor. He covered the grounds with immaculately.
He ate me to the point of mute. When the warmth worked its way up my body, I pleaded for Robert to come up, “Ahhh! Ahhh! I. want…need. You. Inside me. Please!”
Robert had other plans.
“In due time,” he whispered.
His finger entered my dampness, with ease. It was a wonderful feeling and I was enjoying the control he took over my body.
His newly lubed finger entered my back door. He didn’t ask permission; with soft, timed thrusts, he took initiative. The shock of it sent a gasping sound from my mouth, as he caressed the area with care.
This has to be as good as it gets!
I couldn’t imagine anything else he’d do, feeling as wonderful as the dual pleasure I received from both his tongue and his finger.
If it was the best of it, I didn’t care, my body was being tag teamed and I was going with it.
He pushed a little further and left the finger to relax in its designated spot while he brought me to a climactic ending.
“Ohhhh…Fuck! Robert!…Fuck! Ohhhh…my…god!”
I’d lost control and Robert didn’t cease until I was satiated.
“Through labored breaths I mumbled, “Damn, you got
skills, Mr. Johnson and they are recognized up in here!”
“Well, my compliments to the Chef. You fed me well,” he expressed planting a kiss on my inner thigh.
~*~*~
Four ribbed magnums and three hours later, I was climbing back into my bed, drained and thoroughly satisfied after walking my newest lover to the door.
For the first time in a long time, I had thoughts of a man after he’d left my bed. I didn’t know if the spontaneity of our tryst was to blame, if it was the way he took control of my body as we made love or if it was a combination both…I just knew that as I was surrendering to sleep, memories of his touch lingered in my head.
CHAPTER 30
~*~*~
There was definitely something about him.
When we met at the club that night, I set in motion what I thought would be a one-night stand, but Robert crossed my mind more than a few times beyond our initial encounter.
There was something in the way he took his time when he made love to me, how he made himself immediately available to me, and his overall character.
He appealed to me…and my curiosity.
I hadn’t planned to pursue anything past what we shared in the wee hours of that early morning; mostly because I had always been a girl about her space, and if I was going to share my space, I wanted it to be in spurts. I wasn’t ready to have it filled on a continual basis.
So far, that was a situation that was way up in the air.
Imagine my surprise when a few days after our early morning rendezvous, Robert sent flowers to my home with a note that read:
“Hey Beautiful, I would have called, but since I don’t have a number (smile), I thought I’d try this way. Lunch? Dinner? Call me? No pressure (still smiling).”
His note brought a smile to my face. I hadn’t received flowers from a man in a while. Had I not been busy guarding my feelings, shooing men away and holding onto the belief that attachment was better off avoided, it might have been more of a frequent occurrence.
I had to give it to Robert; he did evoke a different feeling in me that caused me to consider giving thought to the world of dating.
I mean, how bad could sharing a little bit of space and time be?
It wasn’t that I was closed off to the idea of finding someone, I just felt as though I had things aligned exactly as I wanted them and that current alignment was a perfect fit for my life.
But that didn’t mean I had to keep the brick wall up and the more I thought about it, the more I began leaning toward responding with a “Yes, Robert…I’ll go out with you.”
There wasn’t any one thing holding me back.
What’s one date, Gabriella?
I didn’t know if I was ready, but I decided to give him a chance. By all accounts, everything pointed to him being a good guy, and a solid individual.
~*~*~
When I called to accept Robert’s offer for a date, my call went to voicemail.
Everything happens for a reason, and maybe it just isn’t meant for the date to happen, was what I told myself.
I figured if it was meant for us to talk, or see each other, then he would have been available to answer the call.
Then like two little beings on each shoulder, another voice of reason kicked in with a contrasting philosophy…stop over-thinking and looking for an excuse!
I waited a few minutes and dialed back again. I decided that if he didn’t pick up the second time, I would leave a message thanking him for the flowers and nothing more.
After the third ring, I was sure the call was headed for his greeting and as I pulled the phone away from my ear to press the pound key, I heard his voice.
“Hello?”
“Hello…Robert?”
“Yes, this is Robert.”
“Hey there, it’s Gabriella. How are you?”
“I’m doing well, thank you. Yourself?”
“I’m good. Thank you for the beautiful flowers. Very pretty arrangement.”
“I’m glad you like them. I didn’t know if you would call or think I was some kind of stalker,” he laughed.
“Of course I was going to call; if for no other reason than to acknowledge receipt. What kind of person would that make me had I not?”
“O…kay. Well, is that why you called? To tell me thank you, but no thank you?”
“No. I was actually calling to accept your invitation to go out…if the invitation is still open?”
“Yes, of course, the offer is definitely still open.”
“Okay. Good. Did you have a particular day in mind?” I asked him.
“I was thinking this Friday if you have that open. We could do dinner if that works for you? Or a late lunch.”
“Dinner works fine for me,” I answered.
“Would somewhere around the 7 o’clock hour work for you? If so I could make reservations.”
“That would be perfect,” I responded.
We made a little small talk before hanging up and I noticed that he left out telling me where he would be making reservations.
It was clear he wanted to take the lead on planning the date and I was okay with that.
It briefly crossed my mind about whether he was in the habit of making final decisions that affected the whole.
That could be a problem.
In the end, however, I settled on him taking those actions because he wanted to impress, and nothing more.
Once I abandoned theories of deceit and control, I found that I was actually excited about the Friday’s date. I was looking forward to being able to unwind with some good food, semi-new company and hopefully, good conversation.
CHAPTER 31
~*~*~
Three days later when Friday evening rolled around, I arrived for my dinner date at H’s Lordships on the Berkeley Marina.
I opted to meet him versus having him pick me up, so that I could gauge where his head was. He hadn’t presented intentions that birthed concern; it was just how I chose to proceed for the first date.
Had we gone together, there might have been that whole lingering in the car thing, after the date and him expecting an invitation inside and since I wasn’t sure yet what direction I wanted to take things, it was better to avoid awkward moments at all costs.
If our date ended with me giving him my phone number, then I knew it was a go. If not, then I was certain we could work out some type of arrangement that would involve him answering to a few booty calls.
While I was being escorted to our table, I saw that Robert was already there. As soon as he spotted me, he stood.
His appearance was immaculate. He nervously tugged at his jacket as I approached and he wore a welcoming smile that reciprocated.
He was in a pair of relaxed fit, indigo jeans, a white button down shirt, camel-colored Stacy Adams and my favorite…a velvet blazer. This one matched his shoes.
My god. He is a stunner!
Velvet blazers were definitely his thing! He looked good as hell in those jackets, and nothing short of amazing.
I couldn’t wait to hear what he had to talk about. It always added to a man’s sex appeal when he had conversational skills that accompanied his looks.
Considering that I showed up to see if Robert would be date worthy, substance was very much a requirement and something told me that Robert L. Johnson, Jr. was a contender.
“Hello, Gabriella,” he greeted leaning toward me to plant a kiss on my cheek. “I’m glad you made it.”
“I’m glad you invited,” I responded, smiling. “How have you been?” I asked as we both sat and locked eyes.
“I’ve been good,” he responded. “You look beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I blushed.
“How did the rest of the week go for you, Gabriella?”
“I got a lot done on my to-do list so that’s always good.”
“Yeah, I know the feeling.”
“Can I ask you a question?” I said looking across the table at him.
“Of course…ask a
way.”
“Do you have a closet somewhere with every color velvet blazer? I am digging those and you wear them well.”
“Ha!” he laughed, making me realize it was the first time I got a full laugh from him.
“Thank you.” I don’t have every color, but I do have a few and two each of the black and blue. They’ve become a favorite. Although…I do have a nice collection of sports jackets too that I can see about pulling out for our next date,” he hinted.
“Our next date, huh? You’re already making future plans with me?”
“I see you caught that.”
“You weren’t exactly being subtle.”
Snapping his finger at the air, “Aww man, I’ve been made. Cold busted. You’re right! It was completely deliberate.”
“You’re cute…and silly,” I laughed. “I never would have gotten that from the seriousness of your demeanor that night at Allure.”
“Oohh, so you were scoping me out!” he playfully bragged. “You can admit it, I won’t take you for a stalker or anything,” he teased.
“Umm, no! I was not scoping you out,” I lied. “You just had this whole sophisticated thing going on like the rest of us weren’t worthy of breathing your air, Mr. Debonair.”
“Please tell me you’re kidding. I can’t afford to have you thinking I’m a person other than the one I want you to get to know. That person is nowhere near cocky and is compassionate and is humble…”
Hmmm, nowhere near cocky? I beg to differ.
“I do get compassionate and humble from you. No need to put a bid in, you’ve already won,” I advised, smiling.
“Okay, bidding is closed for the night then,” he kidded.
“So…” I redirected. “Nice choice of restaurant. I’ve always loved it here.”
“Me too. I figured it would be a central enough location since I’m in Hercules, which is about the same distance you travelled from Castro Valley.”
How thoughtful of him.
“Oh, okay. You’re in Hercules? There are some nice homes there.”
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