Page 25 of Only if You Catch Me
“Maybe,” her voice was low. “I think it’s entirely too soon to be dating though.”
“Why? You plan on going back to David?”
A slight frown curled her lip. “No.”
“Aight then. Casual means nothing too serious. It’s having fun. You don’t need to take time off before you can have fun. Just let things flow.”
“Says the man that’s never been in a relationship.”
“That’s because I have good sense.”
Persia giggled, and I took her in. Shorty was like a breath of fresh air. She wasn’t constantly talking about relationships, marriage, kids. Some women chased those things like a drug. I could get dating with intention, but that shit could be exhausting. Two people couldn’t even completely see if they were compatible and meshed well together before the woman was planning the wedding in her head. Every move made wasdone with the purpose of trying to prove what a good wife she’d be or that she was the one. Nothing was organic. Every step was pretty much calculated and done with an ulterior motive. Persia was just her. Just chilling. Still trying to figure things out on her end.
I passed her the remote and went to take a shower. It had been a long day. The chef had the house smelling good. I entered the den to find Persia curled up on the couch watching a movie. “I have a new robe that I’ve never worn and some boxer briefs that haven’t been worn either. A few tee shirts. You can freshen up if you want.” It had been a long hot day, and I wanted her to be comfortable.
“Thank you.”
Persia followed me, and I showed her where everything was. While she showered, I rolled a blunt and poured myself a glass of cognac. I was done with my blunt and my drink when she sauntered into the room dressed in my red Versace robe. She brought the smell of the bodywash that was in my guest bathroom with her. I didn’t have female company often, and they damn sure didn’t take showers at the crib, but I had put soap in a few of the bathrooms that didn’t have masculine scents.
“You want something to drink?” I ogled her with heavy lids. The weed and the drink had me real mellow and loose.
Persia eyed the glass in my hand. “You have tequila?”
“Yeah. You want it straight, or you want a chaser? My bar is fully stocked. I have Red Bull, orange juice, as well as pineapple juice, Sprite, Coke.”
“I’ll take Red Bull.”
I got up to fix her drink and pour myself another. Dinner was delicious, and by the time we were done eating, Persia was ready for a second drink. As she sipped, I gave her a tour of the house. The last stop was my bedroom.
“So, this is where the magic happens, huh?”
“I guess that’s a good term for it,” I laughed. It didn’t take long for the smile to fade. I licked my lips and eyed her. “You trying to make some magic, or am I doing too much too soon?”
She wanted a nigga. I could see it in her eyes. But that didn’t mean she was ready for a nigga. Persia didn’t respond. She just bit her bottom lip. I inched closer to her and gripped her waist. When she didn’t protest, I lowered my head and sucked on her neck. I wasn’t big on kissing, and I wasn’t big on eating pussy either. Even so, I knew how to get a woman ready. Untying the belt on the robe, I dragged my tongue from her neck to her breast. I circled her nipple with my tongue before sucking it into my mouth.
I cupped the opposite breast as I sucked feverishly on the other. A soft moan escaped Persia. Lowering my body, I placed a trail of kisses down her stomach. Reaching the inside of her thigh, I sucked while strumming her clit with my thumb. Her knees buckled, and I bit her flesh gently before standing back up to retrieve condom. As I undressed and placed the protection on my member, Persia removed the robe and lay on my bed.
My dick stood at attention as I climbed between her thighs. Positioning myself between her legs, I kissed her chin, then the corner of her mouth, before French kissing her ear. Persia’s body shuddered as I sucked her earlobe and pushed into her simultaneously. She was insanely tight, and I worked myself into her slow. Persia moaned and opened her legs wider.
“Just like that,” I murmured my lips against her neck. “Open up for me, baby.” I pushed in the remaining inches and stroked her to a steady rhythm.
Persia raked her nails down my back as I sexed her savagely. The deeper I stroked, the deeper her moans became. She locked her legs around my waist and rocked to my rhythm.
“Just like that,” I coached.
“You feel so good,” Persia crooned and trembled when I bit her neck.
The sounds of our flesh smacking as I fucked her filled the room while my grunts mingled with her moans. She got wetter, and the grip her legs had on me tightened just like her pussy muscles did.
“Wet this muhfuckin’ dick up,” I growled into her ear as she came. “Fuck,” I panted. “How you want this dick? Huh?” Pulling back, I peered into her eyes that were half closed as she rode out the waves of her orgasm.
“I want to lay on my stomach,” she half moaned half whimpered.
I waited for her pussy to stop spasming then slid out of her and flipped her over. Persia raised her hips slightly and spread her cheeks for me. “Fuck yeah,” I marveled as I eased back into her.
“Mmmmmmmmmm,” Persia’s nails dug into her own skin as she held her ass open for me.
“This pussy good, baby. And this yo’ hair too,” I gritted before grabbing a fistful of her curls. Her moans got deeper, and I knew right away she liked that rough shit. Keeping a grip on her hair, I pumped in and out of her.
