Page 17 of Candid Moments
“Photography wasn’t your first career choice?”
“Oh no. I actually thought I wanted to be an English teacher. I took my junior year off to travel. During my travels I realized I loved taking pictures. I finished my bachelor’s in English but never took the teacher certification. I decided to pursue photography.” She folds her arms under her chin and angles her face up more to look into my eyes. “Did you always know you wanted to be a dentist?” she asks.
“Actually, yeah. My dad is an orthodontist. It’s in my DNA.”
“Two doctors in the family. Unless it’s three? What about your…I’m sorry. I’m nosy. You might not want me all up in your business.”
“I was just all up in you; so, you can definitely ask me whatever you want. Besides, I told you. If we do what we just did then we are agreeing to an us. You can ask me anything.”
With laughter in her voice, she says, “Well, since you put it like that. What about your mom? Is she a dentist too?”
“No. She’s a family law attorney.”
“Ohh like the Huxtables.” She smirks.
“You got that. Yeah, a little like the Huxtables but it was just me. No siblings, just me and them. Do you have any brothers or sisters?”
“Officially, no but unofficially, I have three older brothers.”
“Unofficially?” I question because I have to admit this is the first time I’ve heard about unofficial siblings.
“Yeah. My father had a whole other life, wife, and family. I know about them but they don’t know I exist. His wife is deceased and he still hasn’t married my mom. I don’t want her to but the fact remains that he hasn’t. She never was his first choice and neither was I.”
“Shit,” I utter before thinking. I instantly regret my response. “My bad,” I apologize.
“No, it’s okay. That’s a natural reaction. I reacted worse when I was old enough to figure out why my dad only popped up at night and some weekends. And why my last name was the same as my mother’s, not his.”
“How old were you?”
“Eleven. I knew then that I didn’t want what my momma had with him.” Her head turns to the side and she lays it back on my chest. “No woman should accept what she does,” she utters.
Her entire tone has changed and I don’t want to stay in this melancholy space. So, I change the flow of our conversation. I bring photography back up because that’s obviously her happy space.
“The glasses. When you were taking pictures of me knocked out on the sofa, you were looking through the cups. Why?”
Her head rises and that beautiful smile is back on her face. “Glass has a way of framing the most gorgeous photos, especially candids. Catching people in unposed, natural moments creates stunning photography. I was inspired by you and I had to capture you in the best way possible.”
“How do I capture you in the best possible way?”
“You are off to a great start. I’ll let you in on a little secret though. No matter how independent a woman may be, we still appreciate a good chocolate Prince Charming. This smile,” she says while running her finger across my lips. “This definitely helps too.” She inches up and replaces her finger with her soft ass lips. Tenderly, she kisses me before rolling off of me, breaking our connection to my chagrin. My arm reaches out toher and she grabs my hand. “I’m going to take a quick shower. Wanna join me?”
“Absolutely.”
We both ease off the bed. She heads to the bathroom and I trek to the thermostat. The moment I got out of the bed, I felt the temperature shift in the room. It must be getting even colder outside because I can feel a slight chill in the room. So I push the temperature up to seventy then walk into the bathroom. She has the shower on and she’s already inside.
I’ve been blessed to see her entire body and God is she gorgeous but her silhouette is even more spectacular.The perfect hourglass with a few extra minutes where I like them.When she glances over her shoulder and sees me, her face lights up with her smile and she pushes the glass door open. I gladly walk in.
As soon as I enter, her soapy hands land on my chest. She swipes them up and down then to my arms. She walks behind me and does the same to my back, then washes my entire body. Her hands feel so good on my skin that I want us to do more than clean each other. However, I exercise as much restraint as I can until she takes my dick into her hands. As she strokes it, her eyes stay focused on me.
“Shit,” I groan. “You’re starting something,” I warn.
“That’s what I’m hoping.” Her soft hands release me then she latches her arms around my neck. My hands cup her ass and I lift her. She grins as she wraps those beautiful legs around me. I step us back to the wall and when her back hits it, I enter her. “Damn,” she hisses, sensual as fuck.
This woman is going to have me addicted.
Waking up next to Jamila makes this blizzard seem like a summer vacation. As cold as it may be outside, it’s perfect in here. She’s perfect in here, lying in my arms. Crossing the line was the best decision. As far as I’m concerned, the line is actually gone and there’s no way I’m coming off of her when we return back to Crescent Falls.
“How long have you been up?” her soft voice utters.
