Page 82 of Lost In London

He went back to eating. Quiet and taking in everything that I laid on him. I couldn’t give him the worst parts of me and not the good. Wrapping my arms around his back and resting my cheek against his with my lips right next to his ear, I gave him his flowers.

“Scars remind us of where we’ve been. They don’t have to dictate where we’re going. I read that and it sat with me for a long time. It wasn’t until meeting you that I understood its meaning. It doesn’t matter what’s going on around you or who’s talking to you, if I’m in that room your eyes are on me at all times. Not only do you keep an eye on me ready to defend me against my greatest enemy, it’s in the attentiveness that you show. Attentive to who I am and what’s orbiting in my world. I feel safe in my femininity. I feel safe in my quirks and goofiness.

“Since the day we’ve met you’ve led me. You lead with respect and love. Lead me to God and higher expectancy of self. All of that makes it easy to follow and submit to you. To be vulnerable and open. To be me. You are more precious than fine gold, Quincey Reid. But I do have one request to make.”

His muscles flexed under my touch, turning around with that bottom lip tucked between his pearly whites. “Use me. What do you need?” My eyes were stuck on the up and down motion of his Adams apple.

“You’re a very sensual man and I love that side of you.” My tongue coated my dry lips. “I want to experience you on another level. I want to connect with you on a physical and spiritual level. Will you make love to me?” There was no second-guessing lacing my confident tone.

His eyes became darker and low. Nose flaring from his heavy breathing. “Can you follow directions?” He stood rubbing his jaw.

I nodded. “Yes, I can.”

“Good. Go upstairs and relax for me. However that looks and feels to you. I’ll be up in five minutes. Can you do that for me?”

Yes, sir.

“Yes, I can.”

“Go get ready for me, baby.” He demanded in a husky tone.

I think I sprinted up the stairs. Yeah, I became a track star for sure.

I’d taken a shower already before cooking so I wasn’t worried about that. Looking over my room my mind started running in every direction but calm.I lit candles, closed my curtains and created a nice cozy atmosphere. Played my favorite sexy playlist. Spritzed on some perfume and stripped naked.

Yep, I came out of my clothes because what did I need them for?

The part that had me stuck was not knowing how to position myself. Did I stand? Lay down with my legs open? Ass tutted in the air?

I felt so foreign to this part but excited at the same time. Settling on sitting in the middle of my bed on my knees and head scarf off, I waited patiently like a good girl.

“Damn.” He and I both expressed seeing the other naked in all of our melanin glory.

He was naked.

Bare and hard.

“Mhm, Ms. London.” He growled, taking his time making his way over to me. My eyes were stuck on his thick muscle. Ain’t no way that thing was going to fit in me. “I’ll make sure you’re nice and primed.” It was then I noticed the silk belt from my robe in his hand. “Just in case my food tries to run while I’m eating.”

Oh… ohhhh.

My core tightened and my heart sped up watching him get on the bed with me. Whimpers became a low cadence flowing from my lips feeling the tip of his dick and precum smearing against my stomach. Firm but gentle, he gripped the base of neck and kissed me deliriously. My back met the softness of my sheets and my legs spread welcoming his warm body home.

Thighs trembled and clenched at the eagerness of finally being made love to. He hadn’t penetrated my body but I knew this was about to be a life changing experience.

His firm chest pressed against mine caused my breathing to hitch and our kisses to become sloppy and erotic. “Tell me if I hurt you or you dislike something.” He spoke against my lips, grinding his hard muscle between my lower sleek lips. “Talk to me, London.” Eyes commanding my verbal response.

“Yes.” I moaned, back arching wanting him closer.

Snickering at my failed efforts to connect my hips with his, he held my hands above my head. Kissing all over my face and neck. When he sucked a nipple in his warm mouth and bit down, I gushed and cooed. I felt delirious and hot all over. My hips were on a mission to steer him to his landing spot. I was so dizzy from ecstasy that I hadn’t realized he bound my hands to my headboard.

“I can’t have you running while I’m introducing myself.”

Sweet Neptune.

This man was going to drive me crazy and I was going to let him.

My nipples have never been a sensitive spot for me. I even thought about getting them pierced to stimulate some type of sensitivity. However, Quincey lips and tongue activated whatever nerve endings were needed to send me to the edge of my first orgasm. Maybe it was because we had this once in a lifetime type of chemistry and connection. Maybe because he was my person and had all the cheat codes needed to unlock my desires.

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