The orgasm was so close. I thirsted for it like desert sands did rain.
His fingers pressed firm onto my clit. “Who?” The sound and texture of his voice shifted, pleading. As if his soul was in that word.
Inside I was aching, knowing that I held the power to destroy a strong man with one word; one name.
“Travis!” His name broke from my lips on a loud crying; a plea. I realized at that moment that I needed him.
“Oh…love…”
Shoving my skirt up and my panties down, he was inside of me and causing my next breath to catch on a wail of pleasure as I came. “Travis…”
“Keep saying my name, Kamari…” He pumped in and out of my wet sheath and rained kisses on the curve of my neck. “I want to hear it until you come again.”
I was on my way there all too quickly for me. Confined in the tight space with Travis behind me, a sensual force of nature thrusting deep into me, I was caught in a vortex of ecstasy. There wasn’t anywhere else I desired to be at that moment but right where I was with this man. I was high on my tiptoes and pressed between a hard structure and a rock-hard body, filled with joy.
“Oh, love, you feel so good.”
So, do you. I thought, unable to speak or think more than a few words in a row. All I wanted was the climax he was propelling me toward. I wanted to come, more than that I wanted to feel him losing himself inside of me, again. Knowing I had the power to take him there, too.
The sound of my nails scraping the back of the door as I scrambled for purchase, something to ground me before the storm hit, was accompanied by the pounding and rock of the door on its hinges.
“Come for me…” His voice was rough and his body trembled along the back of mine, he was close.
My orgasm was already running roughshod over me as my body spasmed and jerked, ripping a scream from my throat. “Tra-vvvis!”
I didn’t care who might have heard it through the door and along the corridor, I chanted his name through the climax.
My shrieks of pleasure continued as his strength and the speed of his cock pistoning inside my sex built—an intricate crescendo.
“Kamari, I love you.” His words were clear, whispered in the calm moment before gratification’s tempest claimed him.
My heart pulled in his words, locking them inside a vault for the rest of my life.
When our heartbeats calmed and our breathing was no longer erratic, Travis stepped back, giving me space.
Taking a second before facing him, I righted my clothing before turning around.
Shifting my body until I was looking at the man before me, still close enough for me to feel the warmth of him, but not touching me; anywhere. Not feeling him against me caused an all over body ache—missing him. That confounded me. How could I miss so strongly what I had never had outside of the last three hours?
His pants were pulled up, zipped, but the button of his jeans was still open. I looked away from that appealing sight. I was becoming a nympho. Feeling as if I’d never get enough of this man. A man who shocked me on so many levels I could barely think straight.
The air between us was an amalgamation of his scent, my perfume and sex—us.
“I know you heard me tell you I love you, Kamari.”
My nod was slow. “I did.”
“Are you planning to tell me how your feeling?”
Yes. No. “Confused. Not sure if it really matters.”
Closing the small space, he placed his hands against the door, blocking me in. “Oh, hell yeah, it matters.”
“Why?” The single word came out low and shaky. There was a bubble of fear inside of me at his words. What could a man who knew all my secrets and just saw me at my lowest, sneaking into a man’s room to seduce him, say? What would he reveal about me that I didn’t want to hear? “Whatever is happening between us, if we face it and it goes wrong, we can’t go back. Let’s move on,” rushed out.
“I’ve tried to move on, Kamari.”
“What are you talking about?” Now I was even more bewildered.
His gaze held mine for a moment then he stepped away, shoving both his hands into his hair as he stared up at the ceiling.
He appeared as a man who struggled with something internally.
That foreboding feeling pressed down on me again.
Exhaling loudly, he dropped his hands and faced me. “How long have we known each other, Kamari?”
“I don’t know. Maybe fourteen years.”
“In that time, you’ve never noticed anything between us?”
I fidgeted with the hem of my shirt. I wasn’t sure how to answer him. Tonight I realized all the things about him I’d noticed, things I’d used to keep him at a distance.
“While you’re thinking I’ll tell you this,” he began. “The first day I met you, at your house you were in the backyard with your girlfriends practicing cheerleading routines. You were wearing these tiny shorts. All I kept thinking about is how long your legs were. Then you turned around and stuck you tongue out at your brother; completely ignored me. In that moment I wanted to kiss you—capture your tongue in my mouth.” He reached out and traced my lips.