Page 26 of Simply Complicated
The orgasm was hungrily lapping at my skin. My nipples tightened, my body twisted and turned, and Savior…had this wicked control over me. The question he’d asked had nothing to do trust in the sexual sense, but overall.
Even though our arrangement is beyond friends with benefits and I’m hesitant to call him my boyfriend, he wanted me to place one hundred percent trust with him. As a result, I gave him power over me and we both knew it.
He wanted me to play his game, whatever it was, and I would be rewarded with tuition and a car. So why did this overall arrangement sound so twisted?
Before I could do any hard thinking, Savior flicks his thumb over my clit and my dignity shot out of the window. The orgasm crashes through me, leaving me screaming and breathless at the same time, before I came back down.
I left welts in Savior’s back as my heart pounded out of my chest. My body had small aftershocks and I didn’t let go of my death grip on Savior. I was too afraid of falling.
Not falling on the floor, but falling in love.
“I got you,” he kissed my temple and swayed me, “I got you, baby.”
I didn’t respond. I laid my head against his chest as the water pounded on us. I wanted to cherish the moment with him forever, even if it was a fleeting one.
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“What are you doing later?” He asks.
After our shower, we got dressed in my bedroom. I put on new clothing and Savior put on a fresh suit for the firm. “School and that’s it,” I shrug as I tried to figure out which sneakers I wanted to wear that day. Do I go with the classic red Jordans or the Adidas? A sista has decisions.
“I want to stop by later,” he adjusts his tie, “I’ll bring dinner.”
Now, do FWBs bring over dinner? The last time I checked, not even Jalen’s headass did that. “What kind?”
“Well, what do you want?” He asks. “Whatever your heart desires, I’ll get.”
I really want some fried catfish with a side of Louisiana hot sauce but I have a feeling Savior won’t set foot inside any soul food restaurant here. That means I’m picking up the dinner. “Fried catfish.”
Savior is silent and focusing more on his appearance than what I said. He’s doing intricate maneuvering with his tie and I just know he’s going to suggest something else instead. “The lady wants fried catfish so fried catfish is what she’ll get. Any particular place?”
Honestly, my daddy makes the best fried catfish known to man but I don’t think an uppity lawyer from Bel-Air and drug dealer from Inglewood are going to have too much in common right now so it’ll be a loooooooong while before the introductions happen. “I know the place. I can pick it up so it’ll be one last thing you have to worry about.”
“Okay,” Savior pulls out his wallet and gives me a hundred dollar bill. “For dinner and whatever else you think we might need. Any change, you keep it.”
I want to ask him if this is part of the arrangement – he takes care of me in various ways without saying so. I’m ashamed to admit I’ve had numerous boyfriends in my lifetime and it takes a friends-with-benefits arrangement with Savior to realize I was wasting my time with all of them niggas. I guess better now at 21 than at 51.
“Keisha?” Savior calls my name and it occurs to me he’d been doing so for the past minute. “Is everything okay?”
“Um, yeah,” I finally decide to go with the baby blue Jordans. I’m feeling fly and cocky fresh. I quickly put my shoes on and I’m done. “I just have a lot to do today.”
“I hope you have a great one.” He walks over to me and holds my waist. He looks deep into my eyes and I feel that magnetism that attracted me to Savior on the first day. “I know I’ll be thinking about you all day.”
“After you fucked my brains out, I don’t know if I can think about you.” I tease.
Savior’s hands crawl down to my ass and he gives it a firm squeeze. He presses his body against mine. His mouth claims mine once again and I feel delirious. “Here’s something to think about.”
A knocking on my door interrupts our make out session and I know it’s Tasha, with her nosy ass. I’m sure she listened in to us having sex all night and possibly again in the shower. Something tells me she would’ve pulled up a chair to watch if the invite was extended.
I open my door and see a surprising worried look on Tasha’s face. You know that feeling you thought you had enough money to get a bite to eat until you realized you spent it all at Sephora instead? That’s the look Tasha’s giving me. “What’s up?”
“You have a visitor,” she begins, “it’s Jalen.”
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck!
