Page 39 of Champagne Kisses
“Amazing” is too mundane a word for how great that was. “Marvelous” and “extraordinary” come close. That was unbelievable. The connection between us is undeniable. I pull her tighter against me and whisper in her ear.
“You’re fucking mine, Maya. No one else’s. MINE.”
If me being honest freaks her out, she's lying to herself about what is clearly happening between us. This is something special. No more running away.
Chapter twenty
Maya
Adam’s declaration rings true in my ears, leaving little room for debate. I absolutely want him,—so strongly I feel desire in my fingernails and even the ends of my hair—but I have to at least negotiate the terms. Too many men in the past have demanded loyalty while offering none in return.
“And you’re mine too, Adam. Possession goes both ways.” I settle even further onto his softening dick and look him directly in the eyes. He nods. I rise up off his lap and he grabs my hand before I can reach for the blanket at the end of his bed. In our eagerness to make love, it’s still made.
Ugh!Make love? It’s such a flowery phrase. I feel something powerful for Adam, but I think it’s too soon for the L word, even in this context. ButFuck? That’s too impersonal a word for what we did. Do you look in the eyes of someone you justfuck? Do you text someone you just fuck all day? You certainly don’t demand exclusivity from someone you just fuck.
“You’re not running away, are you?” His eyes silently plead with me. They are pools of passion and longing. Though it’s a fair question given our last date, I bristle at the question.
“Just freshening up, and grabbing some of that wine I mentioned. Well,triedto mention.“ I give him a wink and pad softly down the hall, my pussy still squeezing with aftershocks. I try two doors before finding the bathroom, lock myself in, and brace my hands on the sink.
Damn. I’m completely naked. I should’ve grabbed the blanket. Or maybe my dress. There’s nothing like catching your naked body under harsh fluorescent light hunched over a vanity to snap you out of the mood. I lower my eyes to keep myself from launching a fault-finding mission; I tend to take them whenever a mirror is around.
Ms. Nappy Head…Thunder thighs!…Try Jenny Craig!…Call me when you lose 50 pounds!
Stop it!I may not be an expert on guys, but I’m pretty sure insecurity is frowned upon. I splash cold water on my face and think back to India.Arie’s lyrics.
“I’m not the average girl from your video
And I ain’t built like a supermodel
But I learned to love myself unconditionally
Because I am a queen”
I repeat the words over and over like a mantra and feel my confidence build as I use a moist towelette to wipe myself clean.
I open the door to find Adam standing right in front of me with the wine and two glasses. He’s wearing nothing but a grin on his face. I reflexively drop my eyes to the floor and he lifts my chin to look at him again.
“Don’t be shy to look at me, Maya. It turns me on that you’d want to check me out.”
He stands with his feet apart and gives me a slow spin.
“You must know I’m always looking at you, too.”
I can feel the color rise in my face but I force myself to look him up and down before lingering on his cock. My stare seems to make it harden. He’s well-groomed, with a small thatch of hair surrounding the base of his dick and no hair elsewhere. His dick curves up and slightly to the left, thick and beautifully veiny. His foreskin sits tightly around his head, which juts out like an unripe plum, glistening with fresh precum. I bite my lip.
“If you keep looking at me like that, I’m going to fuck you right here against the wall and wine will have to wait again.” His words are both a threat and a dare. I love making him growl.
Without thinking, I reach for him and my fingers close around his girth. I hum in appreciation; I know exactly how great this cock can make a woman feel. Adam puts his hand on top, seemingly to stop me, before closing around mine instead.
He moves my hand up and down and I step closer; close enough to bite his shoulder and hear him swear under his breath.
“Damnit, Maya…Uh…oh…Are you not going to…let me fuck you again?” His voice sounds pained, but he’s not desperate enough; not like I am for him.
“Hmm. I don’t know. I really enjoy ignoring your little warnings.” He starts to chuckle but stops when I tighten my grip and increase my speed. He tries to slow my hand, but I resist.
“God, Maya…Didn’t I…Didn’t I make you feel good? When I was inside you?” My hands slow as I remember our union earlier and he seizes the opportunity to reach for my kitty. She started purring once I opened the bathroom door, and now my wetness is slowly dripping down my inner thigh.
“When I pushed into you and hit you in exactly the right spot?” To demonstrate, he presses his middle finger firmly against my g-spot, his thumb rubbing against my clit. I can feel the ridges of his fingerprint against my sex and widen my stance.
