Page 17 of Simply Complicated
“Legal schmegal stuff,” his voice is smooth like maple syrup on a stack of pancakes, “and then gym time. I have a business dinner I need to attend but hopefully it won’t take too long.” He kisses my neck again. Arousal slowly hums like a gospel hymn between us. “Can I spend the night tonight?”
Hell, you can spend the night any night. My legs are wide open for you, boy. “Sure, that’ll be great.”
“I never did thank you for last night.” He kisses my earlobe. My body tingles each time I feel his lips on me. “I really appreciate you being there for me.”
My body is attuned to every touch of him. I feel the soft thickness of his cock nudging against my cheeks and I try to steady my breathing. “You’re welcome.”
“I need to thank you.” He rolls on top of me and I open my legs wide to accommodate him.
It’s the first time we’ve been in this position, and yet, it feels so natural. Savior is significantly taller than me, yet his frame fits perfectly between my thighs. There’s nothing awkward between us. Instead, his eyes burned with desire. His chest is heavy, like he’s trying to restrain himself.
“Gorgeous.” His voice dripped with lust and experience. His hardened cock is pressed against the vee of my sex. All he has to do is move a little to the right and he’ll be so warm inside of me.
My sofa is small. It can roll out into a futon but it’s really small fit for just two people in this position. Somehow, I think that’s perfect for Savior. “You don’t have to thank me.”
“Oh, but I do.” He kisses my neck and I gasp in ecstasy. He quickly moves down my body and pulls my panties aside. A couple of fingers brush against my wet slit and he approvingly smiles. “Your cunt is so ready and wet for me.”
“You bring it out of me,” I breathe. I’m starting to feel delirious with lust and I just need him inside of me.
“I hope I always will,” Savior hooks one of my legs before he covers my wet slit with his mouth.
My back arches off the sofa and I lose my hands in his hair. His tongue is perfect, flicking my clit so fast before slowing down to gently suck on it. He pressed his tongue into me harder, almost spearing me as I struggled not to scream.
I felt the flutters of climax in my tummy and it traveled down to my toes, curling them. With each lick, my body involuntarily shook as it tried to stave off the orgasm. I panted and cried; my legs began to shake. A few more flicks of Savior’s tongue and I lost control.
“Savior!” I gasped as the climax hit every nerve of my body, stilling it before I collapsed back onto the sofa.
I couldn’t even describe the state of euphoria I was in. My body felt like jelly. My head was in a different zone. My heart, though, was on a different plane.
Savior yawns and checks his Apple watch. “Shit, I need to go.” I move out of his way and he rubs a hand over his face. “Bathroom?”
“Down the hallway to your right.” I watch him get up and he winks at me, slapping my ass before he leaves.
My body once again craves him. He felt so warm, and just so right. My mind travels to thought of when we’ll have sex for the first time. I mean, technically speaking we’ve already hooked up but I’m thinking the actual body-rocking, lamp-breaking, continuous orgasm sex.
I wonder if I’ll be able to handle him.
The toilet flushes and Savior appears a few minutes later, already in mid-transformation of his appearance. The sultry look is still there, but more of professional Savior has appeared. He wears his appearance as a mask, putting it on depending the situation and persons, and only carefully removing it when he’s completely comfortable. I wonder if I’ll ever see all of him.
He rushes over and kisses me, not caring about my stank morning breath. His lips sweep over mine and I hold onto his muscular arms to keep from falling. Every time he kisses me, it blows me away. I wonder if it’ll always be like this.
Then I remind myself – 90 days.
He pulls back and I softly moan at the loss of him. “Good luck.” He gives my ass a couple of pats and heads out. I watch him walk to a parked Bentley with the driver, waiting for him at the back passenger door. Savior must’ve known he was going to stay with me because I can’t imagine the driver staying there all night waiting for him.
Did he know he was going to spend the night here? I can’t recall seeing the driver when I let him in.
As I close the front door, I have more questions than answers about Savior and our arrangement. He said he couldn’t do romance. He stressed he didn’t want to be my boyfriend and a relationship wasn’t something he wanted. If he wanted sex, he most certainly would’ve had it last night.
It seemed Savior just wanted me to hold him.
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I arrive at Los Angeles City College thirty minutes early for my final. I study some quick notes about he Federalist papers and hope to God I pass. I had to suffer going through political theory for the best semester and I do not want to return. There are many things I would rather be doing and sitting through another repeat of how old white slavemasters stole land from brown people, enslaved and raped black people, and declared how everyone was equal.
My mind travels back to Savior and how he helped me with my essay. He only gave me a small talk but it was all I needed. He summarized everything within a few minutes and it took me literally all week just to come up with a single page.
It’s not even a surprise. Savior graduated summa cum laude from USC’s undergrad and law school. He was offered positions at law firms all over the country, but chose to join his father at the family’s firm.
