A BAD, BAD Man...(part 2)

So…where did I leave off? The talk, right?

Trust me, you wouldn’t have given a damn what we were talking about. You want the sex part. The lusting…busting nuts all over the place…the pleasing screams that you yearn for in your own lives…

Sh*t, what else should I get paid for…because if you were Karima, you’d want me to get down to the chase too.

Neither she nor I had yet to turn on any lights in the room, but it was nothing to feel each others presence. Just that hint of déjà vu in the air. I couldn’t help but think that this time, I was going to have her all my own. Even with the ignorance floating around outside, I was going to take her body for all it was worth and leave just as sure as I came…no pun intended.

“Braylon?”

See…It’s stuff like this. Seriously I thought we were done talking. This wasn’t making up for lost time.

“Yes, ma’am…”

Karima sighed. “What am I doing here?”

Are you f**king kidding me?!?!? This s**t?!?! Right now?!?! Be cool, Bray. Be cool.

“You’re here with me. That should be all that matters”

Things did seem to go sort of fast. From our place on the couch, just two old friends chatting and catching up, to the two of us being alone in a dark room with very little space between us.

I couldn’t tell what was racing in her mind, but her body was speaking tongues to me and they were loud and clear. Her hips fit right in between the grooves of my hands while my fingertips sat slightly at the rise of her ass. The heat of the night had beckoned her to come closer, to finally make it happen; yet, something was still pulling her back.

“Braylon…”

I purposely ignored her call just to move in closer to her. Considering I was taller than her, she still had to look up to me—even with the lights out.

I could’ve whipped her around like I’ve done with some of my “marks” before and just banged her like some rich whore; however, this was something I wanted to savor. Sh*t, I’m entitled to a sensual f**k every now and then.

She exhaled like Whitney Houston as she seemed to breathe in my essence. Still, I felt her pulling away until she finally slipped out of my grasp.

“Braylon, I—I—I know that I have you here and we have this history. And the last time we were alone…Just—Just so many things…”

This wasn’t sounding good. All that damn stuttering sounded like she was about to hit me with some sort of news that was hazardous or something. I was going to have to act quick. This chick was not going to get away from me this time. I mean even though I’m going to get paid, this was a long time coming…

Can’t ya tell how bad I wanted this b**ch to keep saying how long it’s been or how I shoulda/coulda/woulda? Pathetic, right? N***a, please. I’m a pimp.

She couldn’t get out another word before I swept her back into my grasp. She squirmed like a fish, but her lips part opened so easily as I worked her like the world was going to end in a matter of seconds. Her other set of lips you just as easily be parted later. The passionate rage grew within us as I could feel her body get warm and her kisses were becoming just as deep as mine. Instantly, we had peeled one another’s close off. The two of us were standing there.

Naked. Ready to f**k. Sealing a long awaited deal.

I reached out to touch her again; and although it wasn’t cold in the room, she flinched as I ran a finger across her nipple. A twinge of sin crashed against her brain as I touched the other. I could see everything in the midst of nothing at all.

“Braylon…I need to…”

Too many words had been spoken…

In an effort to ease her tension, I kissed her again. The type of kiss that rolls over the cusp of your teeth, tracing the lips just before a luscious bite of twisted greed. I stepped back for a second…just for the reaction.

She smiled wide like she hadn’t been kissed like that in some time. Obliged, she grabbed my wrists. She had feared if she took this any further, some sense of regret might linger..just as her brown, chocolate drop nipples were lingering in my mouth in that very moment.

Karima breathed deeply. While a roaming right hand embraced her right breast, my focus remained on the other, teasing her wilds with an irregular suction pattern that her erect nipples would only feel more pleasure as she tried to remove them from my mouth…

(To be continued)