Page 57 of Until the Ink Dries

“I might have to spank that ass.”

I giggled as I leaned in further to kiss him. His arms came around me, pulling me chest to chest with him. I moaned against his lips as his hands snaked their way to my ass.

“Damn, Willow,” he muttered. “You fuckin’ me up right now.”

“I can feel it.”

His dick was practically straining against his jeans. My imagination was running wild with thoughts of what lay beneath his clothes. I knew he took care of his body, but that dick… what was that like?

We were kissing so hot and heavy that neither of us paid any attention to the rumbling thunder. It wasn’t until the rain started pouring did we finally scramble to our feet. It was like someone opened the floodgates of heaven. The tree didn’t protect us at all.

I took off running for the awning we’d parked close to with Benjamin on my heels, cracking up as I almost broke my ass in those sandals.

“You didn’t check the weather?” I asked, water dripping from me.

“I did. It wasn’t supposed to rain this early.”

“Shit! There goes my silk press.”

I could already feel my hair beginning to shrink up. By the time we made it back, there wouldn’t be a straight hair in sight. Benny set the blanket and basket down and stepped into my space. He fingered a strand of my hair, a smile spreading across his face.

“The Willow I knew is slowly taking form,” he said, running his fingers through my hair. “If I can make a request… keep the curls. They make you look like you.”

I was quiet as he threaded his other hand through the kinky coils. It had been a long time since I saw a natural curl on my head. I wasn’t sure I’d even recognize the person wearing them anymore.

In some ways, Ellis’ mother made me feel ashamed of the hair that grew from my scalp. She called it unkempt, pointing out how unprofessional and dirty it was. Whenever we were around her or her friends, they looked at me like I was a foreigner. I didn’t fit, I didn’t belong, and I wasn’t good enough. I’d never be good enough.

“What’s wrong?” Benny asked, breaking my thoughts.

I shook my head. “Nothing… nothing. I’m fine.”

He cupped my face, seemingly searching my eyes. “You look so fucking beautiful right now, Willow.”

“I—I do?”

He nodded. “I don’t know if another nigga ever made you feel like you ain’t the shit, but fuck that. I’ll remind you every day that you are fucking pressure.”

He kissed me, and it was at that every moment I decided that this man deserved some pussy.

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The rain finally let up long enough for me and Benny to make our way back to town. No sooner did we hit the street he lived on, did the sky open up and the bottom fell out again. We were already soaked from the first rainfall, so we just had to accept our fate this time. By the time we made it up to his place, I was shivering.

“Why don’t you get out of these wet clothes and take a hot shower?” Benny suggested. “Over here shivering and shit. You can wear something of mine and I’ll wash your clothes.”

“Sounds good.” I stepped closer to him, wrapping my arms around his waist. “Would you wanna join me?”

“In the shower?”

“Yes.”

“Willow… listen to me, baby. I’ve been practicing a lot of restraint with you. That shit is a wrap if I get in that shower.”

My hands slipped from his waist and dropped to his belt buckle.

“What if I don’t want restraint?” I asked, undoing the belt. “What if I want to let go of my inhibitions and just feel something different?”

He stared at me for a moment in complete silence. I was tempted to slide my hand into his pants, but I waited for him to give me an okay. That came in the form of his hands moving to undo my corset top. Slowly, he pulled at the ribbon holding it together. As it came undone, I felt my breath hitch in my throat. With the last of the ribbon removed, he peered down at me as he pushed the top open.

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