Page 51 of Continuum

Taking a deep breath, I asked myself the age-old question that really needed to be taken into consideration when discussing matters of the heart.

Would I still feel this way if he hadn’t made me cum so hard?

As I dried off, I stared at myself in the mirror. Just thinking about his touch had my nipples hard. As I brushed my teeth, the answer came to me.

It’s the dick.

And the tongue.

And the hands.

Shit, it was all of him.

I giggled to myself, relieved that I wasn’t losing my mind. Our intense attraction combined with our undeniable chemistry meshed with our nostalgic history. We always got along well. It just so happened that we got along physically as well as we did socially. And after a day full of thoughtful impromptu planning, I would say we got along romantically—because the day was nothing short of romantic. But it all came back to one powerful, persuading point.

That big dick he had swinging between his legs.

Amused with myself, I walked out of the bathroom loosely holding the towel around my body. I didn’t see Kwame and I didn’t hear the shower running in the other bathroom, so I figured he was getting dressed.

Humming to myself, I moisturized my body and then slipped into a sexy lace bra and panty set. I was just about to grab my robe when I heard movement behind me.

“Wow,” he breathed, his eyes glued to me.

The white button-down shirt looked so good against his mahogany skin. The grey pants he wore fit him well. I assumed he was wearing black shoes since he was wearing a black belt.

“You look great,” I told him softly, forcing my eyes to his. “I was thinking of wearing a black dress.”

He crossed the room and took my face in his hands. Without uttering a word, his mouth covered mine. I wrapped my arms around him as he deepened the kiss.

“What was that for?” I wondered when he finally pulled out of the kiss.

“I’ve really been enjoying my time with you. I can’t wait to get you to the next place. But seeing you in this…” He slid a hand to my neck and put his lips against my ear. “I can’t wait until the night is over and I can have my way with you.”

My chest rose and fell rapidly as his words ricocheted through my body. “Can you stay with me tonight?”

“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be.”

His mouth found mine again and I didn’t want to wrinkle his clothes, but his kisses made me want to climb him.

“Okay, I’m going to let you finish getting ready.” He exhaled deeply and took a step back. Adjusting himself, he admitted, “You have my dick rock hard, and I need to calm down.”

I stared down and saw the bulge in his pants. “Mmm. I like what I’m seeing.”

“I like what I’m seeing… a little too much—which is why I can’t sit here and watch you get dressed.” He smiled and gestured to the bed with his head. “Unless…”

With a giddy smile, I shooed him out of my room. “Okay fine, you can chill in the living room. I’ll be down soon.”

“Do you need anything?” he asked before backing away.

I stared at his crotch. “You want to wait until after we go out to give me what I want.”

He laughed. “Aisha, Aisha, Aisha…”

When he left the room, I chose a black sleeveless shirt dress and a pair of grey and black stiletto pumps. I grabbed the matching bag and put my wallet and other necessities in it. When I was putting my phone, which had been on silent all day, in the side compartment, I realized how many missed calls and messages I had. Instead of checking them, I put my phone on the charger while I went to my vanity to finish up. My hair was still in the cute puff, so I just smoothed down the sides. I decided to go with a smokey eye and a red lipstick that I knew wouldn’t smear.

Just as I was smearing on a coat, the doorbell rang.

Who the hell is showing up unannounced?I got up and walked over to my phone.Or even if they announced that they were coming, they were not invited so it’s still a problem.

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