Page 22 of Candid Moments
“You definitely can. I like your interruptions,” I admit then simper.
“I love your smile. It’s perfect for your beautiful face,” he says, then oddly, shakes his head.
“Why you shaking your head like that?”
“Just thinking that nigga was stupid as hell. Messing it up with a woman like you. I’ll never fuck up like that with you. I hope you know that,” he says and something in me believes each of his sincere sounding words. He reaches into the box and retrieves the next card. “If you could choose to be an instant success at something new, what would it be?” he reads.
“Oh that’s easy. I would be a R&B singer like Yara.”
“Can you sing?”
“Not at all,” I admit then laugh. “I’m completely tone deaf and definitely can’t stand in front of a stadium full of people but that said instant success. Hell, I’m assuming everything else would align. I just want one Grammy for my shelf. What about you?”
“An NBA player,” he says and I fall out laughing. “What’s funny?” he says with a smug look on his handsome face.
“You did all of that about people assuming you were a player then you say that. Please, you are a mess!”
“It said instant. It took me ten years to be a maxillofacial surgeon. It would have been twelve but I took the fast-track dental program at CFU. Instant beats ten years every time ,and shit, people think I’m a baller anyway, so why not?”
“You got a point there. Alright, let’s see what’s next.”
We continue the game for about ten more questions and I learn so much more about him. He’s an only child and came from a loving home. His parents are still married and back in Crescent Falls as well. But what I love the most is his sense of humor. He makes me laugh with so little effort on his part. He’s naturally quick-witted and humorous.
A little after one, we are both hungry for real food but neither of us wants to leave this room or bed. We’ve gotten quite comfortable just chilling and vibing.
“Room service,” he suggests.
“Perfect. Now, I don’t have to get dressed again until we go downstairs for dinner and drinks.”
“You can get real comfortable and take this off too while we wait on the food,” he says while tugging on the hem of my dress.
“We haven’t even ordered yet?”
“Then order and take this off.” He inches over to me and plants his fists on the bed, crouching over me. He softly kisses my lips. “I don’t care what you order for me. What I’m really craving is under this dress.” His right hand eases up my leg and a shiver creeps down my spine.
“Mm. Is that right, Dr. Denim?”
“Yes, it is.” His lips crash into mine and he kisses the soul from my body as his hand pushes my dress up.
Denim
The feel of her soft ass body on me pulls me out of my sleep. When my eyes open, I see hers. Her thick thighs straddle my waist and her hands rest on my chest. After whispering good morning, she leans in then kisses my lips passionately. My hands gravitate to her ass and I caress it as I try to kiss the air out of her lungs.
I’ve always been an aficionado of kissing but the way Jamila captures my tongue, sucks on my lips, and moans into my mouth, I’m now addicted to kissing and I can kiss her all damn day. We fell asleep kissing last night after we made our drunken way back upstairs from the bar.
When she breaks the kiss, I quickly pull her back into me. Her lips kiss my chin instead of my lips. Before I can express my disappointment, she moves her lips to my chest. Taking her time, she kisses her way down to the top of my boxers. Her hands tug at them so I gladly lift up, allowing her to drag my boxers down my legs then off.
After staring at me for a moment, she moves her eyes to my semi-hard dick.That shit is all her.I’m attracted to every inch of her—her smile, her personality, and her passion. I stay bricked up in her presence.
A salacious smile spreads across her face then, she positions herself between my legs. Without using her hands, shetakes my head into her mouth and I damn near lose it. My head lifts and I have a clear view of her. Slowly, she runs her tongue the entire length of my shaft before kissing my head. She tongue kisses it like she just did my mouth.
“Gotdamn,” I groan.
When her hands join the party, one cups my balls and the other holds the base of my dick. Between her tongue, hands, and soft ass lips, she takes her time and makes love to every inch of me. The minute she takes me all in and the head of my dick knocks against the back of her throat, my head drops onto the pillow.
Jamila’s head game is unmatched. The attention she gives my shit is top tier and I’m in complete awe. My damn mouth is open but no sounds are coming out. She’s swallowing my shit, rendering me speechless.
I manage to muster up enough strength to lift my head again, and when I do, it’s a beautiful sight. Her pretty, expressive eyes are locked on mine as her warm mouth devours my dick. It’s sexy as hell that she’s not shy about giving me this wet, sloppy, nasty head. Her slurps and moans sound sensual as hell; she’s practically singing on my shit.
