Page 17 of Tempted to Love You
“You ready for the main event?”
I lift up, bringing my face to hers, allowing her to taste herself on my lips. The nastiness of the kiss has my dick unable to wait any longer as I line up with her entrance, easing in slowly.
“Oh, so you’re about to have me out here killing anybody willing to step in your direction with this good shit between your legs,” I tell her, moving in and out of her.
Latia’s legs grip my back as her nails run up and down, causing me to pick up my pace.
“Harder, bae,” she purrs.
“I got you.”
I drive harder into her before backing all the way out and punching back in with enough force to rock my headboard against the wall.
“You a sexy motherfucka. Got damn, this shit is fire. Come on, girl.”
“Ahh, Rakai! Oh, shit. I’m about to cum,” she alerts me. Her legs quiver, and her thighs get tighter.
“Then cum, mama. Cum now,” I demand as my balls tighten in preparation for the release seconds away.
“Shiitttt!” I moan out as Latia also cries out from the explosive climax we’re both experiencing.
My body falls down on top of Latia before rolling over and removing my weight from her body.
“Uh, wow,” she murmurs as her chest heaves up and down heavily.
“Don’t make me have to kill nobody, mama. You and that treasure between your legs belong to me,” I inform her as she leans over, laying her head on my sweaty chest.
A popular R&B singer had a thing for blaming alcohol for the situations he found himself in. Yet, I’m blaming the power of mutual and overactive hormones on both Latia’s and my part for what took place tonight. While the impromptu sleepover was unexpected, I planned to treasure this moment forever. Seconds later, her light snores are the only sounds in the room. Smiling, I wrap her in my arms and doze off.
“Good morning. How did you sleep?” I ask Latia when she enters the kitchen the next morning.
While last night hadn’t been planned, I refuse to let Latia leave without feeding her, which is why I’m standing at the stove preparing breakfast.
“Great. I forgot how it feels to be comforted while sleeping. If you’re open to it, I’m ready for you to tell me about the text you sent.”
Damn, that’s right. It was my vulnerability that had Latia requesting my address, but I honestly didn’t believe she would show up. Until now, our interactions haven’t been inside our homes.
Me:It’s taken me years to find a woman who can love every part of me. A woman who can trust the process of my growth without running scared when shit shakes.
“I was hoping you would forget about that message after I rocked that ass to sleep.” I smirk before flipping the omelet in the skillet.
“While I enjoyed every second of your dick invading my walls, I will never neglect to comfort your mind as much as my body can. Talk to me, Rakai. I’m the safe place your heart is crying for.”
“Damn, Latia. You’d better speak life into your man. Alright, let me finish breakfast, and then we can talk.”
My chest expands like it’s been cut open by a heart surgeon who’s preparing to repair damage to the chambers.
“Let me tell you something else... There is nothing sexier than a man wearing an apron in nothing but socks.”
A low chuckle escapes my mouth at hearing Latia’s words because when I decided to cook, I didn’t take the time to put clothes on. My plan was to serve her in bed and spend an hour or two between her legs.
“Is there something?—”
Turning off the stove, I open the microwave and pull out the plate with bacon and sausage only.
“Nah, you’re good. I’m done.”
Placing the omelet on the plate, I grab the second plate with identical options and walk to the table where Latia sits.
