Page 178 of Curvy Girl Summer

I nodded. “Y-yeah.” I was breathing heavily and starting to lose it.

He stared into my eyes for a beat too long. “I can feel how bad you want to give it to me,” he uttered thickly.

“Oh God,” I groaned loudly.

My eyes fluttered closed as each moan grew louder than the onebefore it. I clawed at his arms as he pounded into me over and over again. I felt so full as he touched spots I’d forgotten existed. I was at my breaking point, but it was his voice that pushed me over the edge.

“Let me feel it, Aaliyah,” he begged, using long, deep strokes to make sure no part of me went without being massaged. “Give it to me.”

“Oh, shit… Oh—I—oh God,” I began, unable to get the words out as I worked my hips harder, meeting him thrust for thrust.

When I hit the point of no return, I started bucking, lifting off the bed.

“Let me—oh, shit,” he groaned as I started to shake.

I had no control of my pulsating body as I gave in to the ultimate pleasure. My mouth opened, yet no sound came out as I succumbed to my orgasm.

Hearing his deep guttural moans spurred me on as I gave him full ownership of my body. His impending orgasm extended mine as we thrust into each other with reckless abandon. Each stroke more intense than the last. Feeling him lose control was it for me. I had an IUD in place, so I wasn’t worried about him coming inside me. But feeling his restraint wane and him succumbing to desire made me crave it. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pulled him in deep and held him in place.

“Come inside me,” I panted.

“Aaliyah,” he grunted, his body becoming rigid. “Fuck!”

A second round of that tension that had been building released from deep in my core and spread throughout the rest of my body. I feverishly gyrated against him as we climaxed together.

I experienced the most intense back-to-back orgasms I’d ever had.

Our heavy, satiated breathing filled the room as our bodies came down from the high we were riding. Collapsing beside me, Ahmad lay in sated silence for a few minutes before pulling out.

“When I started to realize I felt something for you, we’d already established our friendship, so I was willing to fall back and help you get what you wanted. You said you were happy, and that’s what Iwanted… for you to be happy. Now that I know what’s between us is real, I’m not willing to let you go.” He paused, pulling me closer and pressing his lips against my shoulder. “You said your body was mine. But is your heart mine?” he asked quietly.

Turning to face him, I stared into his eyes and felt nothing but affection, desire, and peace.

“Yes,” I whispered.

25

I didn’t get blowouts often because the slightest bit of water or steam guaranteed my hair would be back in a ’fro in no time. So when I climbed out the bed and saw my hair in the mirror, I froze. There was no evidence of pin curls. My hair was no longer showing off my stretched strands. It was shrinking up by the second.

“My hair,” I gasped as I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror.

“You look beautiful,” Ahmad said, coming up behind me. He kissed my cheek and then stared at our reflections. “You definitely need to do something about your hair, but you look beautiful.”

“Shut up!” I wailed, swatting at his arm. “I have to go back down there, and I can’t go out like this.”

“How can I help?”

“One hundred and twenty dollars down the drain,” I marveled. “It was worth it, but damn.” Glancing at him, I smiled. “You can help by giving me a repeat performance later.”

He smirked. “Oh, I got you.”

While he went to get dressed, I went ahead and spritzed my hair with water. As I watched it reappear as subtly looser-than-normal coils, I smiled. I didn’t have any products to really style it, but my natural ’fro looked good.

I just hope it doesn’t frizz when it dries completely.

When I strolled into the bedroom, Ahmad was dressed in his dark green pants and black button-up. He was holding the jacket over his arm. I went to my suitcase and pulled out a new pair of thongs and then slipped on my dress.

“You look good in green,” he complimented me.

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