We'd been on location for two weeks and had only shared the occasional glance here and there. From the first night, he'd invaded my dreams like a thundering storm cloud touching me in ways I'd never experienced before. I'd wake up every morning aching for the released he taunted me with from my mind. In reality, we'd hardly said more than a few words to each other.
One night after more than a few drinks, I was ready to spend another night alone, wishing he could read my mind and want me as much as I wanted him.
I said my goodbyes to everyone except him. To him, I simply waved. He waved back with an inebriated smile and winked. My underwear instantly wet from such a small gesture.
I was only a few feet out the door when I felt someone behind me.
"The night's still young, why you turning in so early?"
I didn't turn around. I didn't need to. His voice was easily recognizable.
"I thought it'd be safer to leave rather than do something I might regret."
He moved next to me as we made our way from the bar to the hotel.
"Might regret? What could you do tonight that you might possibly regret?"
I smiled. I couldn't look at him, but I knew he was smiling too.
We walked the rest of the way with the palpable tension surrounding us. He was smooth, opening the door for me, placing a soft hand on the small of my back. I wondered briefly if he could feel what I felt.
It wouldn't take long to find out.
We entered the elevator, standing across from one another. The smirk on his face made me wonder if he'd been looking for an opportunity to get me alone, as if he knew what my dreams had consisted of.
He moved as the elevator doors closed. His strong hands wrapped around my waist pulling me into his hard, marble frame. I took in a sharp breath nearly buckling at the knees. He knew what I wanted, and from the way he grabbed me, he was going to give it to me.
We got to my floor where he followed me to my room. Luckily, everyone else was still out drinking.
As soon as my door closed, he pounced. His kisses skilled, and turned the simmering heat inside of me into a raging fire.
We tore at each other like teenagers getting one another naked as quickly as we could. His hands singed every spot he touched.
My pussy, already wet, only continued to drip as his fingers explored every part of me. His body was even better than what my mind could conjure up.
This man was molded from the finest onyx.
He lifted me off my feet and laid me out on the bed. Without hesitation, his lips found themselves on my knees, then my inner thigh, then to my core. His tongue reached out lapping up my juices. His teeth pinched and nipped at my throbbing clit. His lips sucked and kissed me. he varied his actions until he found my sweet spot where Id jerk every time his tongue went there. He continued until I came all over his face. Even afterwards, he continued to lick me.
Once satisfied, he pulled me on top of him in a reverse cowgirl position only to have me lean back onto his chest where he proceeded to fuck me from behind pinching my nipples and kissing my neck and shoulders.
I screamed out not bothering to cover my mouth even though the hotel walls were thin and the crew small. I didn't care.
I wanted him unfiltered.
Initially, I was pushing back on him, but he wanted more. With both hands, he grabbed my hips and held me still as he began to pound into me with all his might. I was helpless. A mixture of pain, excitement, and pleasure pooled into my center until I exploded all over his manhood.
Even so, he continued fucking me for several minutes until he found his own vocal release.
We'd end up going three more rounds before we gave up for the night, or what was left of it. Even though I was beyond delirious, my body still ached for more. After one night, I was hooked.
On his dark skin, his kind smile, and the mischief that laid behind his eyes. He'd imprinted on me.
I'd get this for three more weeks before we would part ways.
I wish I could say the end was as sweet as the beginning, but that'd be a lie.
Still, there are times, in the stillness of night. When I can remember how his touch felt, his whispers on my skin, that mischievous glint.
He's still there, imprinted on me, and may be for a long time.
I was having the hardest time coming up with this week's flash fiction. I mean, it wasn't that I was burned out on sex writing, but I'm in the middle of writing a novel, and a lot of my juicy sexy ideas are being used for that.
So, I was having some issues. Then I thought, well. I'm a romance writer. When's the last time I wrote something romantic without the ball slapping, squirting sex?
It's been a minute...
So, I hope you enjoy this romantic piece. I know it's not the steamy sweaty penetrative love-fest I normally give to you, but I think real romance has a place here as well. That's what's at the heart of my work. Love.
Darius stared up at the darkened window hoping for a sign of life. Minutes passed, and still nothing.
He'd been knocking for nearly 30 minutes to no avail. Her car was parked out front, so she was there. She was simply letting him look like an asshole probably disturbing her neighbors. After resorting to pebbles on her bedroom window with not even a peep, he was sure she wasn't going to talk to him that night.
With a defeated sigh, he began to turn away from the house when he heard the front door open.
With a sharp turn, he moved quickly toward her, but stopped when he read her body language. One wrong move, and he was done for.
Lakeesha was a beautiful thick woman with intense dark brown eyes and deep set dimples that, even when she was angry, they stood out. Darius knew he'd lucked out the first time he'd gotten her to smile at him three years ago
Looking at her scowl now, he'd give anything to not have her looking at him like she was ready to commit murder.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
"Because you're my woman and I love you."
"Where's your phone Darius?"
Darius pulled it out of his pocket. "Dead. Been dead most of the day."
"And you couldn't charge it?"
"I left my charger in there!"
"Don't you have a car charger?"
"I keep forgetting to pick one up."
She folded her arms across her chest with a huff.
"Trust me, after today, I will buy a car charger. I'll buy a million chargers before I let this happen again."
"You know, I really don't care anymore." she announced turning to go back inside.
Darius made quick work of the distance between them causing her to turn around pushing him back.
"Don't even think you're coming in here tonight." she spat at him.
He smiled desperately. "Can I at least explain myself before you slam the door in my face?"
There was a long pregnant pause between them.
"You got one shot." she told him finally
Darius nodded and reached into his pockets. He pulled out a folded piece of paper and a small box. With a tremble in his hand, he held the paper out for her.
Lakeesha stared at it for a moment before snatching it.
He watched as her eyes scanned the paper, the information beginning to soften her features.
"I did what you been telling me to do. Turns out she's mine.."
Darius looked down at her hands. She was gripping the paper so tight, he was sure she was bound to tear it in two.
"I went to see her Keesh."
Lakeesha looked up into his bright eyes. Darius couldn't stop smiling recalling the day.
"She's crazy smart, beautiful and full of energy. We went out for ice cream, then dinner. We just talked; all day. Like everything she'd ever wanted to say or ask in seven years came out.She kept asking me to stay-"
He was cut off by her as she practically tackled him with a hug.
Darius pulled her into him as tight as he could, their bodies molding into one another.
Giving her one last squeeze, he then pushed her back gently to arm's length.
With a lick of his lips, he slowly bent down to one knee.
"For three years, you been holding me down..."
He stopped her putting his hand up..
"I know I made a lot of mistakes with us, but you stuck it out with me through all the crazy shit. Meeting my daughter today, that was all you. I would've missed out on something special if I hadn't started listening to you. I knew I needed to make it official. You're my rock, my Queen, the love of my life., and I want you by my side forever. "
He watched that smile that he loved so much return brighter than he'd ever seen it.
"Lekeesha Tenay Randall, will you marry me?"
She jumped up and down letting out an ear-splitting squeal. He could only laugh opening the box showcasing a 14k white gold ring with a 1-carat rounded diamond sitting proudly in the middle.
Her tears began to flow freely then. Darius could feel his own waterworks ready to burst as he watched the woman he loved struggled to speak. Her entire body said yes, but he needed to hear her say it.
He needed the voice that set his soul on fire to tell him the one thing that would change their lives forever.
"Yes," she finally managed out through sobs. "I'll marry you."
He stood, sliding the ring on her finger before pulling her back into his body once more.
"I know it's gonna be hard, but you're worth it." He spoke into her neck.
Lakeesha kissed him repeatedly on his chin, cheeks, and lips. "As long as you keep doing what you need to do, I'll always be right there with you."
When she called me upstairs, I knew the food would be overcooked. When she dropped her robe, I thought, 'let it burn.'
Her skin was flawless. Sinewy limbs from hours spent on her mat. Her eyes focused on me, like I was her prey. She was practically glowing, taking in every bit of light in the room and sending it back out through her pores.
I went from zero to ten in no time wanting to show my appreciation.
She pounced, her long legs around my waist, her soft lips on mine. My hands immediately grabbed her ample backside, giving it a little squeeze as I ground my awaiting member into her naked body. I wanted to bury myself in her depths until she screamed for mercy. Until she was hoarse with pleasure, but I also wanted this to last. With a deep breath, I laid her out on the bed kissing her lips, the nape of her neck, the middle of her chest between her breasts... I continued down with a trail of kisses until I found her warm wet center. Pulling her legs apart, I found the bright pink bud waiting begging be sucked on.
The first taste was bliss. Her back arched immediately as I took her between my lips. My dick jumped at her sudden intake of breath. I wanted - no, I needed her to come for me. I continued to nip, lick and suck on her throbbing clit while running my tongue up and down her slit. She moaned, pulled at my curls, scratched the top of my back, and yanked a pillow over her face, but I wouldn’t be satisfied until I got what I wanted.
A river of juices flowed from her body into my mouth, all over my beard. I did my best to get every last drop, but she gushed like a faucet. I nearly came in my pants. After she began to twitch at the slightest breath, I finally undressed completely allowing my manhood to be free from the confines of my jeans. I could see it in her eyes and from the lick of her lips that she wanted to put her mouth on me returning the gift, but I was nowhere near done giving.
With a devilish grin, I took her ankles and pushed them up to her ears. All those years of yoga had paid off. I lined myself up with her center, and before she could brace herself, I slid all nine inches into her tight canal. She immediately pinned her back to the bed. The immense pleasure clear on her face. My strokes began long and tortuously slow. Her wetness continued to drip from my shaft. Watching my body connect with hers was pure bliss. It turned me on listening to her, loving her, fucking her. Having her want me, taking all of me and asking for more. I bit my bottom lip knowing I was the only one that would be doing this to her for the rest of our lives.
I got so caught up, I want ready for her to flip the script. She rolled out of my grip and pulled me on the bed. Her long legs straddled each side of me before she came down. My feet curled at her aggressive nature. I loved watched her beautiful breasts bounce up and down as she rode me mercilessly. I wanted to sit up and suck on them, but she forced me back down.
I no longer had control.
I could smell the salmon start to burn. I was running out of time. I turned her over and put her on her stomach. My favorite position. To go as deep as I wanted and to watch that heart-shaped ass bounce off me.
We pound into each other making a wet slapping noise. I could feel the orgasm building in between my thighs. My legs started to feel numb. I grabbed her hips and began to thrust into her like I wanted to break her back or something, but she could give as good as she took. I wasn't normally vocal, but tonight, as the buildup became overwhelming, I couldn't help myself. With one last thrust, I emptied everything I had into her. She must've come with me because I heard her scream out as well.
I wanted to lay with her. Wrap her in my arms in post-coital bliss, but that wasn't to be. The burning smell was overwhelming, and I had to turn the stove off before the entire house went up in flames.
"What was that supposed to be?"
She asked, a smile heavy on her words.
"Your Valentine's dinner."
She quickly opened the windows and the patio door letting the smoke out.
"Well, we can always order takeout."
I walked up to her with a shrug and pulled out a box of jelly donuts from behind my back.
"Or, you know, you could finish your dessert."
The wide smile on her face was more than enough to make up for the disastrous dinner. Besides, I was plenty full on her anyway.
Marcus stood in the shower letting the water run over the font of is body. With a deep sigh, he took the soap from the shelf and began to wash.
Minutes later, Jasmine stepped into the bathroom. He didn't bother to acknowledge her even as she stepped in behind him.
"You gonna be stank for the rest of the day?"
He glanced back over his shoulder before moving enough to let her get under the spray.
“I told you we should’ve just gone to the movies like a regular couple. But you had to try and beat me.”
Jasmine watched him with a smirk. She took the soap from him and began washing his back. Despite everything, he enjoyed the feel of her touch on his skin.
He turned to face her, the smile back in his eyes. Jasmine continued to caress his skin with the bar.
Moving further under the cascade of the shower head, he began to kiss her neck, cheek, and mouth.
Things moved quickly for them as all the foreplay had been done on the court earlier with the grabbing, touching, teasing, and the occasional butt pat.
They were more than ready to finish what they'd started earlier.
Quickly cleaned and dry, they made their way to the bedroom where Marcus wasted no time in pinning Jasmine's legs over her head indulging himself on her sweet center.
Jasmine's back arched at his attentions as if the loss on the court spurred him on to make her weak in the bedroom. The way his mouth and tongue were going to town on her, she wondered if they should play more often.
Her toes curled involuntarily as the orgasm surged its way through her body causing her to scream out in ecstasy.
The release was short lived as he flipped her over to her stomach and entered her from behind causing her to scream out once more. Another orgasm riding the last one's wave.
she buried her face in her pillow as she felt his thumb circling the rim of her backside before sliding in. Her deep gurgled moan only made his long strokes more purposeful. With expert precision, he reached under her and pinched her clit.
Jasmine wasn't sure she could take much more. Every part of her was alive. His touch seemed to reach everywhere with the slightest pressure.
"Come for me again." he whispered as his thrusts became faster and shorter.
Jasmine nodded in the pillow bracing herself as he began to pound her mercilessly.
She screamed out as another orgasm hit. She had no control. No ability to stop the pulsating waves of pleasure that took over her body. Even as Marcus joined her in his own blissful release.
They lay together for a long while quietly. Laughing on occasion in unadulterated happiness.
"Happy anniversary baby." he whispered giving her a soft peck on the temple.
Jasmine rolled into her arms feeling sleep well on its way.
"How should we tell people we met?"
Cal raised his head from the bed.
"You're balls deep inside of me and that's what you're thinking about?"
Brian flashed a sly smile and gave him a gentle push. "Well, we’re going to be meeting your family. I'm just..."
Cal reached up pulling him down by his neck. “You’re doing too much right now.” He teased pulling him the rest of the way and giving him a long, passionate kiss.
Brian could only protest so much. He soon found himself gyrating his hips causing Cal to break the kiss with a low groan.
He continued his movements on top kissing Cal's smooth dark chest and neck.
Cal wasn’t trying to shut him up, but for him, there was no question about it. He was falling hard for Brian and had comfort in the fact that Brian was feeling the same way. There was no need to overthink it.
Besides, they’d been together for nearly a year. Who was going to try to come for them?
Their brown eyes connected, Brian’s filled with questions he’d been wanting to ask over the last few months. He licked his lips as he began to push harder and harder into him.
Cal squeezed his shoulders before moving his hands down and pinching Brian's nipples.
Brian let out a heady grunt.
They moved in sync with one another, never taking their eyes of each other, having the conversation that they couldn't have with words. Cal could feel himself getting close.
His eyes closed involuntarily. His hand reached down and began to stroke his cock as the climax began to overtake him.
Brian began slamming into him until his own orgasm exploded through him sending shivers throughout his entire body.
With one last thrust, he collapsed on top of him.
Cal found his hands caressing his back as they lay there, breath coming back to normal. He smiled to himself.
Finally, he kissed Brian's scruffy cheek.
Tomorrow, they’d be making the three-hour trip to spend the weekend with his family to watch the Superbowl. Brian was the first boyfriend he’d ever had the courage to bring to his crazy family, but he had no doubt Brian was going to be able to handle himself with his rowdy bunch.
"Who gives a shit how we met. We're together now, and I plan on staying that way for a long time,"