Page 103 of Chemistry: The Chemist

For now, I’d pretend. Because it felt better than anything I’d ever felt before. Both hands out of the sunroof led me to my knees. I climbed onto the armrest, sticking my upper body into the open air. April was such a beautiful time of the year. The temperature was perfect.

Everything was still as it prepared for the transition from winter to spring. Signs of life were noticed. Color began visiting the colorless parts of nature that the cold had ruined. All was well. There was restoration after such a brutal season.

This is everything.

Chem’s hand snaked up my leg, halting on my ass. He held me steady, making sure the alcohol I’d consumed didn’t interfere with the moment.

He’s everything.

I wanted to drown in his affection. Fall freely for his love. Surround myself with his happiness. Lay in his contentment. And contribute to his never-ending gratification.

My God this feels good.

The wind chilled my cheeks as Chemistry warmed my heart. I fought to stay in the moment, forgetting everything that could destroy it or destroy us for just a minute. My eyes closed, slowly, and my head tilted backward.

God, please, let us be okay when the dust settles. I can’t bear the thought of him hating me, not when I want his love more than anything I’ve ever wanted in my life. Please.

Suddenly, the distance between us was overwhelming. In a swift motion, I lowered myself into the truck and into his arms.

“Baby,” he called out, remaining poised.

The lack of control of the wheel mattered none as I planted my head between his neck and shoulder. I wrapped my hands around him, pressing our bodies against each other. If any way possible, his skin was my destination. I wanted inside.

“Eden, what’s the wrong, baby?”

“Nothing,” I admitted. “Everything is right.”

Almost. Almost everything.

Silently, we continued our journey. I never returned to my seat. He’d become my resting place.

Upon our arrival, we filed out of the car. My feet never touched the ground. He carried me, with my legs wrapped around his waist and my arms around his neck, to the front of the truck. The door of the house was just too far away for us both.

My eyes were heavy with lust, my center throbbing to the point of discomfort. His dick was threatening to bust through his slacks. We wouldn’t make it. It was now that our unity was required.

When my back collided with the warmth of the hood, I winced, slightly, but recovered as the heat began melting my juices. They soiled the thong between my ass cheeks.

“Cheeeeeeem,” I moaned, feeling the wind hit my nipple. It was in his mouth a millisecond later.

Quickly, he undressed me, never parting ways with my breasts. From one to the other, he switched back and forth, making me delirious with desperation. Conflict developed with each second passed. I wasn’t sure if I wanted Chem buried in my mouth or my walls. I was still deciding when I felt his warm meat against my leg. But, as it tapped against my clit, it became very clear where he wanted to be.

“I want it in my mouthhhh.” I winced as he entered me.

“I’ll put it wherever you want me to, Choc. Just let me inside for now.”

My body parted for him, making way for his girth. Weeks and weeks and weeks and weeks with him and he hadn’t disappointed me yet. Mentally, physically, emotionally, sexually.

“I’ve got plans for us,” he groaned, taking my ear between his lips. “So many fucking plans.”

The sincerity in his voice tap danced on my heart. I knew he meant every word. It was the fact I also knew we’d never get to live them out that made it hurt.

ELEVEN

Detangling our limbs on the second day of our trip was more complicated than we’d imagined. We tried again on day three. Success had evaded us both. It wasn’t until the fourth day that we managed to pull ourselves together and make it beyond the threshold of the bedroom with the intent to leave the house once and for all.

The aroma that filled the home and the lack of warmth next to me helped me down the stairs and into the kitchen. I leaned against the entryway, staring at the man who’d held me captive the last few days. His slim frame swayed from one side to the other as Jay Z played in the background. Word for word, he spat as the rapper talked about imaginary players in the game.

The same mouth he used to sample the meat he was cooking had devoured me six times since we’d made it to the beautiful home I learned was his. Two floors, a left and right-wing, seven bedrooms, ten bathrooms, a sauna, an indoor pool, a six-car garage, a pond, two balconies, a theater, an entertainment room, two kitchens, a fully furnished basement that served as a third floor, and so many other things about the home had made me fall in love. The walk-in fridge and pantry he’d had stocked before our arrival were among my favorite parts.

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