Page 41 of Simply Complicated
My body began to experience mini-firework explosions and I knew the climax was close. I felt his body tremble as well and I knew he couldn’t stave off the orgasm much longer. We moved together as one, in the open L.A. air, with the hot sun beating down on us. It was raw fucking, yet somehow, it felt like we were making love.
I couldn’t properly get the words out, letting him know I was about to come. Instead, I screamed his name as my body shook. Savior continued to thrust inside until he pulled out, shooting his hot come all over my ass and smearing it with his cock.
He collapsed against my sweaty back, kissing it and breathing hard. His arms were tight around my waist. We panted for a short while, not saying a word, and letting all of the emotions take over.
I felt Savior’s lips on my neck and I turned to meet his again. We kissed in a frenzied passion, almost sloppily, as we exchanged energy between us. He took away my pain while I gave him more freedom to be himself.
“Shower?” He kissed me again. “And dinner after your fitting?”
I nod. “Sounds good.”
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There is something very B.A.P.S- like about driving down Rodeo Drive and Savior is about to treat me to whatever my heart desires.
As I relax in the passenger seat of his Aston Martin, I try not to pinch myself in amazement about what is happening in my life. A week ago, I started an internship at a law firm, hoping to get some info about a potential law career. A week later, I’m in the passenger ride of my boyfriend’s car as he treats me.
I feel like Cinderella. I just hope Savior’s car doesn’t turn into a pumpkin.
I turn my attention to Savior’s whip, and I’m stunned at the extravagance of it. My Beemer is pretty sweet, but this Aston Martin screams, ‘I’m wealthy and you will deal.’ The panel has all of these intricate buttons that I’m afraid of pressing for I’m afraid one of them will parachute my seat and nah, bruh.
Maybe I might have watched too many James Bond movies.
Savior slides his hand between my thighs and slightly pinches the left one. It’s a small gesture but it’s a big one. He’s once again claiming ownership of me, my body, and letting me know I’m his. He glances over to me and I smile back at him, blowing him a kiss and he blows one back.
He surprised me with his music selection and honestly, I didn’t know too many white guys knew who Gerald Levert, but apparently Savior had his entire catalogue. As Gerald croons about a lost love, I wonder what other secrets is Savior keeping from me? He doesn’t seem like the type who would love soul food and listen to Gerald Levert. If I catch this white boy with a pack of Newports and Colt 45, I’ll be too through.
“What’s on your mind, gorgeous?” Savior asks as he navigates through traffic.
“Just thinking random things,” I reply after a short silence. “That’s all.”
“Oh?” Savior’s lips curve into a delicious smile. “What random things?”
“Why nobody stopped for gas at any time in the Fast & Furious movies?” I slightly nod. “That bugs me.”
Savior chuckles and I feel that deep rumble down to my yoni. Damn, when am I not horny around him? “You got a point. They never stopped for gas. They also defied physics. Cars don’t generally fly the way they do in the movies.”
“I figured that much but the gas part, though. Not all of them were driving electric cars.” I shrug. “So yeah, random things.”
“Well, no, that’s a random thing. You said things, plural.” He shifted gears. “What else is in that crazy and brilliant mind of yours?”
A ton of things are going through my head. Am I going to be formally introduced to the rest of his family as his girlfriend? Will Savior ever meet my daddy? How willthatmeeting go?
My mind travels back to the home issue. I’m getting pressure to sell it and surprisingly, it’s not from the realtors but from friends and family. Honestly, I have no reason to hold onto it but until I’m actually away from college and living my life, there’s no reason to let it go.
Instead of telling Savior any of that, I go with the most logical question. “Gerald Levert?”
“College days. Marc listened to a lot of R&B music. I liked some of it before but he liked the quiet storm and deeper R&B. He schooled me on a lot and I liked it. I can’t listen to any of the new stuff because there’s no romance in it. R&B is suppose to wine and dine a woman, court her, and then bed her. Nowadays, you hear R&B singers talking about penetration before they even say anything about foreplay and you’re like, ‘How is this supposed to set the mood?’”
It reminded me each time we made love, Savior had his own rhythm, tailored to my needs and perfected with each thrust. His tongue took me home to the King like a Tamela Mann song and the way he guided my hips as I rode his cock, makes me bite my lip in anticipation now.
My nipples tightened and I feel a small thump inside my panties. I hope my arousal isn’t too obvious and there’s nothing I can really do about it since we’re out in public. But the moment we get back home to my place, I’m going to be on that ass like a parolee out of jail.
“So who are your favorite bands?” I ask to change the mood from horny to conversational.
“Gosh, so many.” Savior shakes his head. “Marvin Gaye, O’Jays, Commodores, Temptations, and Chaka Khan and Rufus. Those are in my 70’s playlist. Then I have bands in the 80’s like New Edition and the Force MD’s. And then we move onto the 90’s where I have Jodeci, Boyz II Men, Keith Sweat, and many others.” He rattles off a few more bands and I have to say, I’m quite impressed by his tastes. His collection is a lot more expansive than mine. I have mostly trap music in my collection with a few oldies courtesy of my daddy. A lot of these bands Savior is naming, I can honestly say I have faintly heard of.
“What about you?” He asks me. “What do you like? I know you like Chris Brown and Dave East. Any others?”
