Paxton's Peace

by Bailey West

  I stepped into the bathroom preparing to shower. My thighs were starting to stick together from all of the essence I leaked while Paxton was touching me. I pulled my hair up into a bun and looked at myself again in the bathroom mirror. It was like looking at myself for the first time.

  “You are beautiful,” I said out loud. “You deserve happiness. You deserve to love someone and be loved by someone.” I smiled at my reflection.

  I stepped into the shower and began to wash. I realized with each swipe of my loofa that my touch felt nothing like Paxton’s touch. I needed him to finish what he started. After washing a couple times, I stepped out of the shower and applied my coconut oil to my damp skin. I dabbed my scented body oil behind my ears, on my wrists, in the valley of my breast and on the inside of my thighs. I put some moisturizer on my face then put on my nightgown.

  I walked through my room, out the door and down the hall. I lightly tapped on Paxton’s bedroom door before turning the handle and walking in.

  He was sitting on the side of his bed with a bath towel wrapped around his waist. I locked eyes with him while I walked toward him. Without hesitation, I grabbed his face between my hands and kissed him passionately. I requested entry into his mouth with my tongue, and he obliged. Our tongues moved sensually inside each other’s mouths. I moaned as I tasted remnants of the mouthwash he’d just used. I’d never thought that I could be so bold to take what I wanted, but Paxton gives me the confidence. He moaned and pulled me in closer. That gave me the confidence to reach down and remove his towel. I’d never been with a man other than Mason and never in our entire relationship did I initiate sex. I am hoping that at some point Paxton takes over because I have no idea what I am doing.

  I stepped back and lifted my gown over my head. He stood and walked towards me. I looked down at his manhood and swallowed…hard. I felt my heart rate increase and beads of sweat form on my forehead. It is huge and thick and long. I gave myself a quick pep talk. You can do this Olivia. Don’t back down now. He reached me and softly placed his hand on my cheek.

  “Are you…”

  I cut him off by placing my finger to his lips, “I’m positive.”

  He searched my eyes for a moment before he reached behind me and touched something. It must have been the control for the surround sound in his room because Usher’s Tell Me started to play. He turned me around with my back to his chest and pulled me closer to him as he moved his hips to the slow erotic tempo of the music. He placed his hands on my hips so my movements would complement his. I could feel his erection on my back as we moved to the music. He released my hair from the nest on the top of my head and let it fall to my shoulders. He brushed my hair to my left shoulder and begin kissing my neck. His left hand rested on my stomach keeping my body close to his while his other hand moved to tease my nipples. I rested my head back on his chest, and we continued to move to the music. His hand moved from my breast and traveled to the apex of my thighs. I opened without being prompted. His large digits parted me and quickly dipped in and out of my wetness.

  “Paaaxxx…”

  This feels so much better than plastic Paxton.

  He turned me around to face him and backed me into the wall. He lifted my arms above my head, and he held them there as he sensually kissed me then moved to my neck again. He kissed me from my neck to my breast where he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth. He released it with a pop. He continued peppering kisses down my body until he was in a squatted position. He put my leg over his shoulder and used his thumbs to expose my sweet spot. Oral sex is not my most favorite thing, but I knew that Paxton was going to change my mind about it. I anticipated the amazing feeling I was about to experience. The first swipe of his tongue made my knees almost give out.

  “You taste delicious, Ollie,” he murmured as he went in to feast more. He knew just the right amount of pressure to apply with this tongue. He knew exactly when to insert two fingers and tease my G spot. I held onto the back of his head and made love to his face.

  I screamed his name as my first orgasm rocketed through my body. He sucked and licked until the shaking in my legs calmed down. I looked down at him and saw my nectar glistening in his beard.

  Damn…and I don’t regularly use profanity but…damn. I felt intoxicated…dizzy…drunk with passion. This man made me want him…crave him.

  I pulled him up by his face and thrust my tongue into his mouth. I wanted to taste everything he’d just tasted. He lifted me up with one arm, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. He didn’t stop the kiss as he carried me the short distance to his bed. He gently laid me down and climbed on top. He lined himself up with my opening but didn’t move immediately. He moved his lips to mine.

  “I can’t wait to be inside of you, Ollie.”

  The way he thrust his tongue into my mouth made me think about the way he thrust his tongue inside of me while he feasted on me. I gushed at the memory.

  “I can’t wait to feel you inside of me.”

  He lined himself up with my opening and began to push his way inside. I felt my body trying to stretch to accommodate his girth, and I tensed up.

  “I got you. You trust me, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “Let me in.”

  Once he felt my body relax, he pushed all the way in.

  He started with a slow sensual stroke. He continued to kiss my lips and my neck intermittently. He felt amazing, but something was missing. I’d never experienced the feeling of wanting more during sex. I felt like he wasn’t close enough. He wasn’t deep enough. I wanted all of him.

  “Paxton, please…” I didn’t know how to verbalize what I needed, but I needed more. He looked at me as he continued to stroke me slowly.

  “Don’t hide from me. I want to be with you. I see you, Paxton. I want you to make love to me. Not the Paxton that everyone else sees or think they know. I want you…all of you.”

  Paxton

  Her words penetrated a place in me that had never been touched by anyone. I had become a master of hiding or acting. She was not looking for that from me. She wanted me. That was something I’d never given anyone, but I was willing to give it to her.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, Ollie.”

  “I was created for you. I’m yours. How can you hurt me? Make love to me.”

  “I wouldn’t call what I want to do to you making love. I want to make you so wet that I can hear the splashing sound as I pump in and out of you. I want to touch places inside you that no one has ever touched. I want to make you scream my name while you are riding wave after wave of orgasmic bliss.”

  She grabbed my face with both her hands and said, “Fuck me.”

  I honestly think I blacked out for a few seconds. The urge to satisfy her replaced any trepidation I had about hurting her or being too rough. She wanted me as much as I wanted her and she wasn’t timid about it.

  I threw her legs over my shoulders, dug my fingers into her hips and rammed into her.

  “Paxton!” She yelled my name.

  She was so wet. She fit me perfectly. She fit me like no one had ever had her other than me. I pounded into her, without mercy, while trying very hard to get her to her peak again before I experience my first one. She felt like rain after a drought. She felt like a rainbow after days of rain. It felt like my soul connected to her soul. I was completely consumed. I could feel her grip on my shoulders tighten. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and then I felt her walls begin to vibrate around me.

  “Baby, I’m coming.”

  She peaked and took me right along with her. It was like my soul left my body, connected with hers above us and then crashed back into my body. It was the most intense feeling I’d ever experienced.

  I laid to the side of her and pulled her close to me. I heard her snoring lightly. I want this for the rest of my life, I thought as I closed my eyes and dozed off.

  Paxton

  I received a text message the next morning from Brother Adams.

  We co
llared two guys last night after they attempted to assault a woman near O’s house. Think she could come in for a lineup? - Rick Adams

  Do you think those are the men that attacked her?

  Possibly. – Rick Adams

  I will bring her by later.

  Cool. - Rick Adams

  I looked down and saw Olivia still sound asleep on my chest. I wasn’t going to wake her. Making love to her last night was a whole mixture of things; sweet, beautiful, nasty and erotic. I’ve never experienced the connection with a woman like I experienced with her.

  When she first knocked on my bedroom door, I wasn’t sure what she wanted, but she made her intentions clear immediately. I needed her to take the lead and initiate it because I didn’t want to rush her. Now that I’ve had her, I know that I could never live without her.

  “Good morning,” she smiled as she raised up from my chest.

  “Good morning,” I smiled. “Did you sleep well?”

  “That was the best sleep I’ve ever had,” she replied as she sat up and stretched.

  “No regrets about last night?”

  I was concerned that maybe she had jumped the gun and really wasn’t ready for everything that I gave her last night.

  “My only regret about last night is that I fell asleep and you didn’t wake me back up.” She leaned in and kissed my forehead before she got out of the bed and went to the bathroom. I watched her walk nude across my room and was instantly aroused. If we didn’t have things to do this morning, I wouldn’t let her leave this room.

  She came out of the bathroom wearing my t-shirt I’d worn last night.

  “Hey, I have to talk to you about something,” I said as she climbed back into the bed next to me.

  “Okay,” she looked at me with apprehension.

  “Rick, Brother Adams, called and said that he needs you to come to the police station because they may have found the guys who attacked you.”

  “Really?”

  “Yeah, he said they were caught after they tried to assault another woman. Do you feel up to going?”

  “I do, but I really didn’t get a good look at them. I don’t want to falsely accuse someone.”

  “If you don’t recognize them then just tell him that. I will be right there with you.”

  “Okay but…”

  “What?” I asked concerned with the look on her face.

  “Do we have to leave right now? I was looking forward to continuing what we started last night.”

  “No,” I said as I nudged her to lay down on the bed, “We don’t have to leave anytime soon.”

  15

  Paxton held the police station door open allowing me to walk through. All of the memories from the last time I was here rushed back. A chill ran down my spine. Paxton instinctively held my hand tighter as we approached the officer at the front desk.

  “We are here to see Detective Adams,” Paxton said.

  The front desk officer picked up the phone and called Brother Adams’ desk. He appeared a minute later and escorted us to a room in the back of the station.

  “We arrested two men in connection with an assault against a woman in the neighborhood next to yours. When we confiscated their belongings, we found this on one of them. Is this yours?”

  He slid a watch in a plastic bag across the table. I picked it up and knew immediately that it was my watch I’d received from Mrs. Belton as a graduation gift.

  “Yes, this is my watch.”

  “Were you wearing this when you were attacked?”

  “No, I wasn’t wearing it. I keep it in my jewelry box.”

  “So, he had to be in your house to get this?”

  “Yes,” I said as I fought back the sick feeling in my stomach. It was a horrible feeling knowing that someone was in my house without my knowledge and went through my things.

  “What I’m thinking is that these guys saw you coming out of your house by yourself early in the morning and decided to take the opportunity to try to hurt you. After you didn’t return home, they broke into your house.”

  I looked at Paxton, but he didn’t make any gestures to agree or disagree.

  “What I would like to do now is have you take a look at these guys in a line up to see if you recognize one or both of them. If you do, great; that will just be the nail in the coffin. If you don’t, that’s fine too. They are still going to jail.”

  We followed Brother Adams from the room to another room just like the ones I’ve seen on TV with the two-way glass. They marched six men into the room on the other side of the glass. They were all shapes, sizes, and colors. I could take an educated guess as to the one that was caught trying to hurt someone due to the scratches and bruises they had on their face, but I couldn’t tell if they were the same ones that tried to hurt me. I stood staring at them for several minutes before I said, “I can’t tell, Brother Adams. It was so dark, and I honestly didn’t get a good look at them, sorry.”

  “No, don’t be sorry. Like I said they are going to jail regardless. Since we have these guys, I think it will be safe for you to return to your house. I don’t think anyone else will bother you.”

  That was good and bad news. I was ready to resume my day to day life, but I wasn’t ready to leave Paxton’s house. I had gotten comfortable there, and after last night and this morning, I wouldn’t mind waking up to him every day.

  “Thank you, Brother Adams. I appreciate you.”

  “No problem, Olivia.” He gave me a quick hug and gave Paxton some dap before we left the station.

  The ride back to Paxton’s house was quiet. We were both in our own thoughts. I was thinking about going back to my house and not spending every day with Pax. The thought of it made me sad. I wanted to be with him all the time. He made me think differently of myself but in a good way, unlike the one before him. Waking up in his arms was amazing. Making love to him is something that I want to do again and again. I don’t want to be away from him, but with the threat neutralized, it was time for me to go back to reality.

  Paxton

  We arrived back at my house after a very quiet ride back.

  “I guess I will start packing my things. I should be safe now, right?” Olivia said as she started to the back of the house. I stopped her by grabbing her hand.

  “Do you want to leave?”

  I didn’t want her to go. I had already considered asking her to move in with me before all of this happened. Now that she was here, I didn’t want her to go back to her house.

  “No,” she looked at me with tears in her eyes.

  “Whoa, come here,” I pulled her toward me, “why are you sad?”

  “Because I thought you would want me to leave.”

  “Ollie, before all of this happened, I had already tried to figure out a way to get you to stay with me. I don’t ever want you to leave.” I tilted her chin and looked into her eyes, “ever. Will you move in with me, permanently?”

  “Really? Are you sure?”

  I went to the back and retrieved a box from my closet. I handed the box to her. She opened it and pulled out a key ring full of keys and key fobs.

  “These are the keys to everything I own. My properties, my cars, and my office. These are all your copies. You already have the code to the elevator, so now you have access to everything. Nothing that I have is off limits to you. So, will you stay?”

  “Yes, I would love to stay with you.”

  I picked her up and started towards our bedroom.

  “Let’s seal this deal.”

  I knocked on the door to Roman’s office at the church.

  “Come in,” he called out.

  I opened the door and walked in.

  “Pax, what’s up?” He asked as he rounded his desk for us to embrace. “Have a seat.” I sat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He sat down behind his desk.

  “Olivia and I went to the police station today. They found the men who they believed attacked her.”

  “That’s great news.”

&n
bsp; “It is.”

  “She will be coming back to the office now?”

  “Yes, she will.”

  “That’s good to hear. How are you both doing?”

  “We are doing well. I’m happy with Olivia. She has brought a level of peace to my life that I didn’t realize I needed. She is complicated but not hard to figure out. She has a demure side that she shows to everyone, but if she’s pushed just a little, she will come out of the bag and surprise you.”

  “She sounds like you.”

  “We do have a lot in common. It has been so long since I was in a relationship that I thought it would be hard to share my life with someone but Olivia makes me want to share with her. She doesn’t ask for anything. She washes my clothes, picks up things from the cleaners. She cooks like a professional chef and cleans so well that my housekeeper is probably watching talk shows all morning because she has nothing to do.”

  “That’s cool. So, what is the next step in your relationship?”

  “That’s why I am here. I think it’s time to pass the Armor Bearer torch on to Malcolm.”

  I had been training two of the ministers at the church to become Roman’s Armor Bearers. Roman and I knew that it was time to train some other people for roles in the ministry. We knew that at some point I would have a family and wouldn’t be able to keep up with his travel schedule and speaking engagements. Plus, with Nette going on a lot of the trips now, they really needed another couple to travel with them.

  He sat back in his chair and tented his fingers

  “You think Malcolm is ready?”

  “I do. He’s been ready. He’s strong in intercession and prayer. He has a heart for God and for God’s people. He knows how to watch and handle your business at the same time. I believe he can elevate the way you handle ministry. He can continue to work with Darnell, and when he thinks Darnell is ready, they will be able to share the responsibility.”