Page 40 of Simply Complicated
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I swallow. Twice. “Marry? You barely know me. We’ve only known each other for a week, Savior! I don’t even know what your middle name is!”
“Thomas,” his eyes twinkle, “what’s yours?”
“Erin.” I’m a bit unnerved at how casual all of this is, like this is just a regular part of conversation. So, hey, your dad’s a drug dealer? Oh cool. Wanna get married?
“We don’t have to get married now, gorgeous.” There he goes again with that pet name and I feel my resolve dissipate. “I want you to have the full college experience before you settle down. I’m willing to wait.”
I’m sure Savior wants me to go to frat parties and get not-chocolate wasted as I play beer pong for the third time in a week. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want me spreading eagle for forgettable bad lays. “You’re saying you’re going to wait and you’ll be okay with me doing other random guys?”
“Do you want to sleep with other randoms?” He corners me against the balcony, locking me as both arms hold the wall. “Maybe I’m not fucking you right.”
Yes, Savior. You’re not fucking me right. You need to bend me over this balcony right now and have your neighbors wonder if you’re committing a felony by the way my screams are.I shake the nasty thoughts out of my head. “I told you 90 days, Savior. It’s only been four days.”
“Do you really need 90 days to know how you feel about me? I already knew how I felt about you within the first few.”
I’m not the falling in love at first sight type. However, I can admit the feelings I have towards Savior are reminiscent of a Disney princess movie. Then again, Tiana didn’t even like homeboy until they were both frogs, and only then, she barely tolerated his ass. “Savior, this is all happening too soon, too fast.” My head is spinning with the information. “I don’t know what you expect me to do. I never had a guy tell me he wants to marry me and I don’t know how to react. I know it’s not a proposal but it’s just…it’s just too fast. We need to…we need to slow down.”
“I didn’t say I want to marry you, Keisha. I saidI’m going to.” Savior’s jaw tightens and he steps back. “But if you want us to slow down, I can do that.”
Maybe my definition of slowing down is different from Savior’s. I wanted us to slow down on the whole proposal and ‘Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner’ remix. I don’t need to slow down on him laying the pipe. “Can we slow down everywhere else but the sex?”
His lips curve into a sexy smile and he rushes over to me again. His lips hungrily devour mine like it’s the first time he’s kissed me in ages and he doesn’t know when it’ll happen again. He tasted like mint and coffee, with a mixture that was all him.
His tongue played with mine, and he savored my lips. He moved down to my neck and lightly sucked on it while his hands roamed my body. He lifted up my shirt and softly pinched my nipples. I moaned his name, quietly begging him to not stop.
I felt his hands work my pants and he slid another hand inside, cupping my sex. “I love it how you keep it hot and wet for me, gorgeous.” He moaned.
I couldn’t respond. We were outside on his balcony, where neighbors could see us. I didn’t feel embarrassed nor ashamed. I felt overwhelming aroused as another breathy moan slipped out of my throat. He met my moan with another one of his, before he took over my mouth again.
My legs were now bare and so was my sex. My back was against the balcony wall and Savior’s fingers were relentless. His thumb caressed my clit, while a finger played inside me. His soft, wet lips kissed with such tenderness in direct contrast of what his hand was doing.
My body writhed as I whimpered. The orgasm was rapidly approaching as I felt that pressure wind up like a tight coil. His finger moved deep into my tight channel while his thumb circled my clit in the same antagonizing fashion.
Growls and moans sputtered out of my throat. It wasn’t me. I sounded primal, sex-starved; a completely different being. He wanted me to come now, in his backyard, and he didn’t care who heard me.
His mouth was hungry for mine. His lips kissed me with a gentleness I never had before. I was about to lose all control and give in. My fingernails dug into his arms and my legs began to shake with volition on their own. “Fuck!” I breathed out. I had no control of what sounds and words my mouth made.
“Is my girl going to come for me?” He taunted me. His thumb flicked my throbbing clit while he kept fingering me. “I want to hear you scream my name.”
It was too much and I couldn’t stave off the climax any longer. Little more flicks with his fingers, and I came hard, fast, and so loud. The orgasm shook my body like an earthquake, splitting me apart. I screamed his name at the top of my lungs and my body stilled.
He kissed me so softly as I slowly came down from my incredible high. I felt his fingers withdraw from me before I heard the sound of a pulled-down zipper. “Turn around and bend over.” He instructed.
I opened my eyes and saw Savior with his cock out as he stroked it with my essence. His eyes were heated, dark, and just so sexy. I turned around and bent over, arching my back to give him enough access.
He gripped one hand on my ass while the other eased his cock inside of me. I gasped as I felt a burning, stretching sensation. We’d never had sex without a condom and the feeling is completely different. There’s no barrier between us and I feel more connected to him than before.
He bent over me and kissed my back. His thick cock filled me to aching fullness and I still wanted more. He slowly glides in and out of me, hitting my spot with each thrust. He pierced through me, stretching me beyond my comfort level. Groans formed in the pit of my stomach and flew out of my mouth, my eyes watered, and my head spun.
“Keisha…” He moaned. My pussy suckled along his thick length, clenching tight around him. “Ooh…straighten up a little, baby. Yeah, like that.” He drove his hips against mine, building a steady pace.
He fucked me with no abandon. His balls wildly slapped against my pussy as one of his hands tightly gripped my waist. His other hand was around my neck and he softly squeezed it. I’d never been choked during sex before and honestly, it wasn’t on my list to-do. Yet, Savior did it so erotically and with care. It was another level of eroticism.
He sucked in a breath and fucked me harder. Every thrust ripped a scream, a gasp from me as he went faster. My body coated with sweat as I felt Savior’s glorious cock thrust in and out of me. I submitted complete control over to him. I no longer wanted to fight. I no longer wanted to be worried about the future.
I wanted to be free. We both did.
