Page 62 of Judgments of Fire and Desire

“Thank you. You are so handsome… inside and out.”

He licked his lips again and bit the bottom one as he pulled me closer to him, my breasts pressed against his chest. Lowering his head, he kissed my lips slowly, pulling my bottom lip into his mouth. I slid my hands up his chest and circled my arms around his neck as his hands slid down my back and rested at the small of it.

When he pulled away, I followed him part of the way. I needed him in the worst way. He grabbed my hand and asked, “How was your day?”

“Who cares?”

He gave me a one-sided smile and led me to the bathroom. “I care. How was it?” he asked as he opened the door.

I was stunned into silence. There were candles lit, soft jazz was playing, and there were rose petals in my bubble bath. There was also a glass of wine on the side of the tub. I couldn’t stop thetears from falling if I wanted to. I turned to him and said, “This is beautiful, Kyrie. Thank you. My day was okay, actually. Not nearly as bad as it has been. What about yours?”

“Good. Like you said, who cares? This evening is about you. I’m glad you like it. While you relax, I’m gonna go make sure dinner is done. I’ll be back to bathe you.”

He was about to leave, but I grabbed his hand. “And likeyousaid, I care. How was it?”

“Shitty, but we can talk about that another time. I don’t want anything to ruin the ambiance I’m trying to create.”

I nodded as I looked around the bathroom again, loving the ambiance so far. However, my mind had gone elsewhere, trying to figure out what could have happened today.

“Look at me, Genesis.”

My eyes slid over to his, and he continued. “Don’t think about anything that doesn’t have to do with me and you. Think about how badly I want you but how I’m willing to cater to your every need, putting yours ahead of my own. Think about how much I love and cherish you. Think about how happy we are together. Things like that should keep your mind right where it should be tonight.”

I nodded then leaned in with puckered lips. He obliged me and softly kissed them. “I’ll be right back.”

He assisted me in the tub, and after I was seated in the hot water, he left me alone. I lay back on the bath pillow, thinking about how perfect Kyrie was for me… how I couldn’t wait to spend the rest of my life with him. I wondered if he was thinking about forever like I was. There was no way he couldn’t be thinking about the future with as passionate as he was with me. While we hadn’t been together a long time, our spirits felt like they’d known one another for years, especially the first time we were intimate in New York a little over six months ago. Nothing about that moment seemed weird.

When I heard the door open, I turned to him to see he had shed the pants and was only wearing his black boxer briefs, his erection teasing me. He went to his knees and grabbed the glass of wine, putting it to my lips so I could get a sip. Once he set it down, he grabbed my loofah and squirted some Dove bodywash onto it. Before he started washing me, though, he slid his fingertips down the side of my face.

He took a deep breath and began washing me, taking his time as if I was his prized possession. He thoroughly cleaned every part of me, and when I stood, he rinsed me off with the sprayer on the side of the tub. Neither of us had spoken a word, but our stares were intense. He grabbed a towel to wrap around me, then led me to the bedroom where he proceeded to pat me dry. There was lotion and oil situated on the nightstand and a fresh towel on the bed for me to lie on.

When I turned around to look at him, he said, “Lay down so I can give you a miniature massage, then we’ll go eat.”

I frowned slightly. “You actually think I’m going to be able to make it through all of this without trying to attack you and take what’s mine? I’m so turned on right now my bath water should have been boiling from the heat my body is emitting.”

He smiled playfully. “Mm hmm. You don’t have a choice.”

“Lies,” I rebutted. “You’re suffering just like I am.”

As I lay in the bed, he put oil in his hands with a slight smile on his lips and began rubbing my upper torso slowly but firmly. My eyes fluttered shut, and a moan left my lips. I couldn’t contain it. His touch was driving me insane. Once he’d done my front, I turned over on my stomach, and that was when things took a turn. He rubbed me firmly still, but he paid extra attention to my backside.

A smile made its way to my lips because that was one of his favorite parts of my body. He’d once told me that when he stared at it for too long, his mouth watered. He stopped briefly, thenI felt his body slide on top of mine. I looked over my shoulder at him. He pecked my lips and said, “I only want to hear your moans. No I told you so’s.”

I giggled as he kissed my nose, then my ear and neck. “I love you, Kyrie.”

He pushed inside of me before responding. “I love you more, girl.”

He stroked me slowly and passionately, moaning as he did so. His moans were heating me up beyond belief. I loved to hear his moans. It let me know just how much he loved making love to me. Moans from a man signified what was in his heart. I was in his heart, and it felt so good to him for me to be there, he could only moan in response. Sex with him had so much meaning. We weren’t just having sex; we were making love.

“Genesis, damn, baby. I love the way you feel… not just physically, but the way you feel to my soul. Even when I was running from you, I knew you were the woman for me. I knew you would be the woman to show me what it truly meant to love a woman. Everything in me is in awe of you. I want to continue feeling that for the rest of my life. Damn!”

My orgasm had surfaced during his words to me, and I knew those words played a huge role in why it surfaced so quickly. I screamed out my intense pleasure as he continued to stroke me at the same pace. I wasn’t sure how he was able to do that without letting the intensity of the moment take over, but he somehow accomplished the feat.

When my body had begun to relax again, Kyrie said, “This is sooooo good, Genesis. Damn.”

My eyes became watery, and I couldn’t even explain why. It was like he was making love to my soul. He kissed my cheek then my shoulder then rolled over to his back next to me. I lifted my head to stare at him. He licked his lips and said, “Mount up, baby. I want to stare into your eyes.”

My body trembled at his words, and I did as he said. I straddled him and slid down his pole like I’d been called out for a fire and began rolling my hips. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as I enjoyed every stroke.

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