Page 24 of Simply Complicated
He thrusts a few more times before he finally pulls out of me, disposing the condom and coming all over my body. “Fuck!” He growls and trembles, shooting his hot seed all over me.
Carnal desires take over me and my mouth is hungry for his taste. I swipe some come from my chest and swallow it as I stare back at him. I’m daring him to fuck me again, to give me all of him, and silently asking him if this is still just sex.
Savior collapses on top of me. His cock is still hard and he’s still coming. He presses his forehead against mine and sweetly kisses me. “Keisha…” he moans, cupping my face and kissing me again. “…Keisha.”
There are no fancy lunches. No Armani suits. No expensive cars. No false pretenses. We’re stripped. Bare. Raw. Beyond naked. We’re both in a daze and don’t want to come down.
It’s a side of Savior no one has seen before. He’s a man who separates sex from love and has done a great job of doing so. What happened between us just now was beyond that. Savior was vulnerable and he let his guard down.
“Where are your towels?” He asks.
“In the hallway.” I whisper.
He gets up and opens the door, briefly checking to see if Junie and Tasha are home. He walks out of the bedroom, and grabs a towel, stopping by the bathroom to moisten it. He returns to the bedroom and begins to clean my love, being gentle with it.
He wipes himself off and tosses the towel aside before he climbs back into bed with me. I roll over and cuddle with him as Savior kisses my forehead.
I don’t want to spoil this moment but I have to know what’s going on. I’m already attached to this man and if it’s just a physical thing, we need to end it before the 90 days. “Is it still just sex?” I ask.
Savior turns to me and cups my face. “Was it ever?”
