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I rub circles around her mound, increasing pressure with each of her moans. Rylan pinches her lips together to quiet herself, and I smile. Knowing I’m the reason she might lose control of herself greatly affects my ego. I trace my finger up and down her center, torturing her with the anticipation of me finally slipping inside her.
After a moment, I slide two fingers past her opening.
“Ah,” Rylan mutters. “Fuck.”
I move in and out of her, feeling her muscles contract and expand around my finger. Her g-spot brushes against my touch, so I curve my palm upward to pet her love button gently.
“Fuck,” she whispers, and I increase my pressure. “Kareem, you’re going to make me come.”
I groan when she says my name. It sounds just as sweet as it did the first time.
“How bad do you want to come?” I finally ask.
Rylan doesn’t answer with words. Instead, she uses her hips to buck against my wrist.
I pull away, and she shoots daggers into me.
“Answer me,” I order.
She swallows. “So bad.”
I smile and rub around her hole, purposely not reentering her. “I’ll see you tonight, right.”
She doesn’t answer, but when I pull away, she grips me. “Yes. You can take me out for Italian food.”
Satisfaction fills me, bringing a grin to my face. Returning to the task, I continue to fuck her with my hand, watching as she loses herself in the moment. I feel her walls tighten around me, and at the same time, her face transforms into a display of pleasure.
“Don’t tighten up. Let it go. Come as hard as you want.”
Rylan gazes up at me, almost like she’s challenging me. So I meet her stare and pump my fingers in and out of her warmth.That sloppy wet sound of her arousal and my thrusts fill the air, fueling the guttural moan that escapes me. I hover over her, pushing my crotch between her legs while still working her sex. I want to feel her against me when the orgasm brimming on the horizon rips from her body. I want her chest to heave against mine as she fights to breathe, and most of all, I want to be ready to taste her lips as she flails in ecstasy.
CHAPTER FIVE
Rylan
Standing in front of his door, I count to ten in my head. He was supposed to take me out but plans changed throughout the day, and he’ll cook for me instead.
I can't believe what transpired today. More importantly, I can't believe I agreed to dinner with Kareem. This is a bad idea. I can feel it down to my toes. But no matter how deep my reservations lie, I can't deny my attraction to this man.
And here I am, outside his apartment, debating if I should turn around and go home. Yet, with that thought in my mind, I still lift my fist and gently give it a tap against the surface. I suck in a breath and chuckle while staring at the number on his door.
"What are you doing, Rylan?" I whisper to myself.
Kareem opens the door, greeting me with a smile, the aroma of scented candles and the soothing sounds of Sade. My muscles begin to relax, and I pull a grin to my lips. He catches me off guard by gripping my waist and pulling me to him. He kisses me in the middle of his foyer—deep, long, and hard.
My body betrays me again as I nearly collapse into him. A throaty groan slips from me when he pulls back.
"Thanks for agreeing to the last-minute change." He backs away, dragging me inside and closing us in.
Kareem is behind me, and I see his hands before I feel them on my shoulders. He peels my coat from my body, and a cool draft pierces me. It's not cold at all. It’s quite cozy, but with my nerves wreaking havoc, my senses are heightened. The firstnight I was here, I didn't notice the fireplace, but today he's set it aflame. It's beautiful in combination with soothing jazz.
I nod just as he walks around so that we face each other.
"So, you're a little early—"
"Uh. No, we said seven-thirty. It's seven-thirty."
He smirks. "Well, yes, but aren't women usually a little late getting ready?"
