Page 14 of Simply Complicated
“The problem was the states had their own thing going on, but they were doing a piss-poor job of it. Big Brother, for all of his faults and trust, he has plenty, sold them on things they didn’t have. He said, ‘Look, I got a place you can pay your taxes. I have another place you handle all of your commerce. I have a place you can handle all of your interstate travel. I have a place you can talk to another state about unifying. I got you, boo. Now you just need to trust me.’”
A man who stimulates the mind with the same intensity he stimulates my yoni. I don’t know if I want to thank him or fuck him. “Thank you so much!”
“You’re welcome. The Federalist Papers gave me a lot of headache back in college so I know more about them than I should.” He chuckles. His laughter is full and throaty and I feel a rush of warmth coat my body. It’s the first time I’ve seen Savior truly comfortable and outside of his professional element.
When he came over a few days ago, Savior was so clinical about the arrangement; even more so after he pleasured me. This time, it’s different. He’s a bit more at peace. A brief silence follows. “Did you have fun at happy hour tonight?”
I thought it was fun until Savior and Rosa showed up together. And then I couldn’t wait to get the hell out of there. “It was fun. I loved meeting and talking with the other lawyers. They gave me a lot of solid advice.”
“That’s great. They’re a great group of people and you’ll be hard-pressed to find better lawyers anywhere.” Savior yawns and stretches his arms over his body. I see a bit of his washboard abs, covered with a small mound of hair. The feeling of possessiveness grew stronger within me. I instantly thought how Savior would feel underneath me as I rode his cock.
“Rosa is threatened by you.”
The name jars me out of my fantasy. Color me shocked. Who’d thunk a girl from the hood actually has brains? “Savior, that bitch couldn’t take my place even if I handed it over to her.”
A lazy smile curves Savior’s delicious lips. “That’s my girl.” He lets out a deep breath. “Come here, please.”
I get off the sofa and sit closer to him. His eyes are firmly closed but his face looks tormented. “Better?”
“Not really.” He quietly replies. I take the cue to sit right next to him and I do so. I rest my head on his chest and he wraps his arm around my body. “Much better.”
His body is warm and comforting. I feel his washboard abs beneath my fingertips and his soft heartbeat under my left ear. There’s a quiet sensuality Savior has and only a few have ever seen it. He’s the type of man that could only say a few words before a woman wants to spread her legs and give him everything.
Happy hour was several hours ago and Savior is still a bit drunk. I wonder if he just needed to unwind or if the blowout with his father played a role in it. He’s troubled about something but I’m not sure if it’s in my place to ask him about it. Savior wants to lead the relationship and have me play catch up when the mood suits him. I have to remember it’s an arrangement, not a relationship.
“It doesn’t matter how old you become…it doesn’t matter what you achieve in life…you’ll always want your parents approval. You’ll always want them to say, ‘Hey, I’m proud of what you did. Good job!’ You’ll always seek it.” His head softly moves from side to side. “That was the thing that kept me going in college and law school. It what keeps me motivated now to some degree. Always trying to get that final approval. I can never seem to get it no matter how much I try.”
There is pain in Savior’s voice and I know he’s referring to his father. He speaks highly of his parents but I’m not sure if that’s genuine or because he didn’t want to bring drama to the family name.
It reminds me of my relationship with Andrea. I still yearn for her approval, though I know I’ll never get it. She’s too busy doing things for Instagram and trying to get the most retweets and likes, than having any relationship with her only daughter. I’ll always mourn what could’ve been.
“Doing the right thing is never popular, Keisha.” Savior rubs my arm, “it’s never the thing that’ll get you famous and rich. But it’s always the thing that’ll make you sleep at night.”
My mind goes a mile a minute on what he’s referring to. He’s troubled about something and my heart is burning with more questions than answers. What is going on in his life where he’s confessing to me in an almost-drunken stupor?
As Al Green’s “How Can You Mend a Broken Heart” softly plays in the background, I make a decision that could either backfire in my face or set some rules with Savior. I look up at him and my heart winces at how beautiful he is.
I straddle him and Savior’s eyes softly open. His eyes narrow at mine and they soften to a chocolate brown. I slid my lips across his jaw and nibbled on it, causing a low moan from him. Our lips met and he made love to my mouth; playing with my tongue and drinking from me.
His lips trailed down to my neck but I quickly stopped him, causing confusion from him. “Shhh…” I promised. “Let me take care of you.” I sink to my knees on the carpeted floor and unbuckled his jeans. Reaching into his boxer briefs, I pull out his magnificent cock that was already hardened.
He’s long and thick, just as I knew he would be. He smells musky and my pussy contracted in delicious response. Every touch I gave him, Savior gave a throaty moan and I’d barely touched him.
It was neither of ours first rodeo, yet it was so intimate doing this together. His knees began to tremble upon the anticipation of it, while the need to feel Savior inside of me increasingly grew. I realized at that moment, I needed to have Savior deep inside me this week. He knew I would beg for it and he was so right.
I licked the underside of his cock and felt him shiver in response. Gripping it with the other hand, I played with his balls; cupping and massaging them as Savior’s hand roamed my bald head.
I kissed the mushroom tip and licked the precum that came out before I took him into my hot mouth. The smooth hardness of his cock, coupled with how he hissed and gripped the sofa cushions, has made me unbelievably aroused.
I would take care of my needs later. It was all about pleasing Savior, taking away his pain. He didn’t come here to talk about my final nor would I want to right now. I want to please him, make him feel like the king he is, and worry about everything else the next day.
Saliva formed at the back of my throat, coating his thick length. My head slowly bobbed to a steady rhythm, releasing him with a noticeable pop, before I went back down. I felt Savior’s thighs tremble and soft coos escaped his lips.
Both of his hands gripped my head, rubbing it. His cock grew thicker and longer and I felt his eyes on me. But I didn’t pay him any mind. I wanted to enjoy myself, listening to him moan as the lust within him became greedier and out of control.
I took him deeper, causing me to slightly gag. Savior’s reaction, was much different. His body lifted off the back of the sofa and he hissed my name out. I knew he was close and he was trying to hold on as long as he could.
As the song neared the crescendo, we both lost control. I sucked him harder and faster, working my hands around his cock, while Savior fucked my face. He plundered his cock in and out of my hungry mouth. My eyes watered, and at times, I couldn’t breathe. Yet, I couldn’t get enough.
