Chapter 9
Makynzee
We’re headed back to Kalil’s house. He asked how long I was willing to stay with him. Forever. Can’t really tell him that without sounding desperate, right? I told him I’d stay until Monday. He shook his head left to right and said he’d let me know when I could go home. Then what was the point in asking me? My mom and Stanley come back from Jamaica in two weeks. Hopefully he’s feeling generous enough to have me home before then. I’m quiet as we go inside his house. Nervous. My slippers weren’t in his truck, which means they’re in the living room. When we get inside I start to take my heels off.
“Leave ‘em,” he says.
I feel him come up behind me. His lips graze the back of my neck causing me to shiver. His hand slips under my shirt then into the front of my pants. I gasp when I feel his fingers on me. His other hand turns my head towards him. His mouth covers mine. My heels are too high for me to be this dizzy. I pull away. “Can I shower before you have your way with me?”
“Only if you take your pants and shirt off right now.”
I almost ask him why, but I remember Jay telling me to do whatever he wants me to do as long as it’s reasonable. Taking my pants and shirt off seem pretty reasonable. I give him a quick strip tease and he smiles. I’m back to pasties and panties. “Anything else, Mr. James?” He raises his index finger and twirls it around. I smile and turn my back to him.
“Beautiful.”
I smile as I look back at him. He activates the alarm then puts one hand on my hip and gently pushes me forward.
“Go upstairs, I wanna watch you walk.”
I’m not sure where upstairs is. When we were here earlier we didn’t go any further than the living room and right now we’re in the laundry room. I take a few steps and he tells me where to go. I don’t feel his hand anymore, but I can hear him behind me. He’s enjoying himself. He tells me to go to the end of the hall. Why is his house so big when he’s the only one who lives here? Maybe he wasn’t the only one who’s lived here. “Who decorated your house?”
He smiles as he comes from behind me, pulling me along by my hand. “What makes you think I didn’t do it?” He guides me to the bathroom. There’s definitely a female’s touch in here. I probably don’t want to know. He turns the shower on for me.
“Are you coming in with me?” I ask.
“I’m allowed to?”
He’s leaning against the double vanity. I smile at him. My nerves are shot, but I want to please him. I slip my heels off then pull the pasties from my chest. He smiles. I turn my back to him and take my panties off. “Only if that’s a part of you having your way with me.” I step into the shower. I think I hear thunder. A few seconds later Kalil is behind me. He hugs me from behind and kisses my neck. I can’t tell which is louder, my heartbeat or the thunder.
“I’m gone need you to relax,” he says.
Obviously that means it’s my heartbeat. I lean back into him and pour body wash into my hand. The lights go out and he laughs.
“That probably won’t help.”
It actually does. It’s calming, even with the storm brewing outside. I turn to him and rub the body wash against his chest. For a split second I register the fact that my hair is getting wet and I’m not sure if I packed a scarf to wrap it. Kalil’s hands move. One is on my back, the other on my hip. I love his body. I love the sensation his fingers send through me. He pulls me closer to him, transferring soap from his body to mine. I can feel him rubbing the soap all over me. Slowly. His hands leave a trail of fire everywhere he touches. I touch him; gently take his erection into my hands. He jumps a little. Imagine little old me surprising him. I wrap both hands around him and slide them up and down. Is it supposed to be this hard? I let him go and take a step back to rinse the soap away then push him under the nozzle. He doesn’t seem to care about his hair getting wet. When I’m satisfied that the soap is off of him I turn the water off. We get out and he wraps a towel around me before grabbing one for himself and wrapping it around his waist. He takes my hand and leads me back into the bedroom. He lets my hand go and suddenly it’s too dark. I’m not sure where he’s gone. When I call his name he answers from across the room and the vertical blinds open. The moonlight brightens the room a little. The rain has finally started to fall. If I really think about it, the whole mood seems pretty cliché, but I’m not thinking about it. I love it. He asks me for my lotion and I tell him it’s in my bag. I sit on the bed and watch as he gets it before walking over to me. He tells me to lie back. I’m not as bold as I was a few minutes ago. I keep the towel wrapped around me. He smiles. I’m pretty sure he’s wondering why I had no problems being almost completely naked in front of a club filled with men, but hesitate to drop the towel for him. It’s different; I have no ties to any of them, no feelings at all. They mean nothing to me.
“You’re probably gonna have to get rid of the towel.”
I hesitate, but I do it. Kalil is a big teddy bear. A teddy bear that’s great with his hands. By the time he’s done with his “massage” I’m seriously considering raping him. I don’t think I’ve ever been this relaxed in my life, but I’m sure that was the whole point. He’s kissing me now. I’m not sure which I like most, his lips or his hands. He tells me not to move. I don’t think I can. Where would I even go? He kisses my stomach and I squirm. He repeats his command. I can feel his lips as he talks and it tickles. I smile and squirm more. He holds me down by my thighs. I tell him I’ll stay still as he kisses the inside of my thighs. He knows I’m lying. I squirm more with each kiss. His tongue is between my legs, pushing deep inside me. As obvious as it should’ve been, I wasn’t expecting him to do that. My hips buck. What I did with Jay was just an act. My reaction to Kalil is beyond my control. I’ve never felt an orgasm this strong or this quick and I’m pretty good at pleasing myself. It begins deep within the pit of me and slowly worms its way out. I can’t stop myself from shaking. Kalil doesn’t stop. I feel high and I don’t want him to. When he finally does, I look down at him. He kisses my stomach and chest as he brings his face back up to mine. I can feel him on my leg. So much for being relaxed. He looks as though he wants to ask me something, but he doesn’t. I need to feel his lips again so I kiss him. I can feel him moving, reaching for something. This distracts me from our kiss and almost upsets me so I pull away to see what he’s doing. There’s a condom on the nightstand next to the bed. When did he put that there? In my head some distant voice tells me I should put it on him. I take it from him and he frowns a little. It disappears when he feels my hands on him. He jumps again. I smile. It feels good to know I have this effect on him. I can feel the tip of him. Déjà vu. I close my eyes and place my hands on his waist, bracing for whatever comes next.
“Look at me,” he says before kissing me. When he pulls away I open my eyes. I feel him begin to push himself inside of me. My mind goes back to earlier tonight when I’d asked Jay what to expect. She said it depended on the guy, it’s always different. I asked her how bad it would hurt. She told me just a little and I’d get used to it quick. She said me being tall would make it easier if he’s big. She’s a liar and therefore a terrible friend. It hurts like hell. I can’t breathe and I think I’m crying. Kalil stops and asks if I’m okay. Yup, I’m crying. I look up at him and shake my head up and down.
“You can’t stop,” I say. I think I read somewhere that it only hurts this bad initially.
“I can’t keep going either.” He looks down at us. I follow his eyes. Apparently my hands have decided this is something my body can’t handle because they’re no longer on his waist where I thought they were. They’re on his stomach and seem to be pushing him away. Embarrassing! I cover my face with my hands and take a deep breath.
“I’m fine Kalil, just don’t stop.”
He pulls my hands away and say, “Kiss me.”
That seems reasonable. I do what I’m told. My hands find his back.
“Don’t think about it, baby, just relax.”
/> This is the first time he’s called me baby. I like it. He’s pushing again. I cry out and unintentionally dig my nails into him. He doesn’t seem to mind though. It’s almost as if he expected it. He goes deeper with every stroke. Maybe Jay wasn’t that much of a liar. After a while my body welcomes him, envelops him as though he’s made to be there. I can’t think of a word to describe the way he’s making me feel, but I love it. I tell him. I think he says something back, but my moans drown him out. He could tell me the house is on fire right now and I honestly wouldn’t care, as long as he keeps doing what he’s doing. His lips are on my neck, my chest. My nipples are rock hard. His tongue is cool against them. I feel an orgasm coming, but I don’t want it yet. I don’t want this feeling to ever end.
“Quit fighting it, you’ll have at least two more,” he says.
Cocky much? His voice sends vibrations through my entire body, pushing me over the edge. He pushes deeper and gently bites my nipple. I’m still reeling from the last orgasm and he’s causing another one to take over. Is that even possible?! He’s obviously good at what he does, so I guess he can afford to be cocky. When I finally catch my breath he stops. I frown. According to him, he still owes me one, so he’s not supposed to stop. He rolls onto his back and looks over at me. Kalil naked is like a work of art. An airbrushed, photo shopped work of art. He has the type of body that you could only hope for in a man. One that only exists in fantasies. Jay told me to look for a ‘V’ around his pelvic area. I had no idea what she was talking about until now. I feel like I should be paying him for this. He motions for me to come to him. He wants me on top?! This unnerves me a little, but I go to him. Just like dancing, right? This is what I keep telling myself as I straddle him. He pulls me down to him and kisses me and I feel him slip back inside me. Kalil is a beast. It hurts again. I pull away from his kiss and let out a small cry. He sits up and puts his hands on my back. I drape my arms around his neck. There’s a big difference between what we’re doing and dancing. With dancing it doesn’t feel like there’s something trying to burrow its way into your stomach. I lean down and kiss his neck; lightly drag my nails across his back. His hands drop to my hips, guiding my movements. I’m a quick learner. I take control. He takes a deep breath and squeezes my ass. He’s kept his promise. I erupt. He lets out a low moan. With the exception of heavy breathing and a few grunts, that’s the only sound he’s made. That’s not enough. I want more from him. I want to know that I’m able to torment him to the point of total pleasure. I want to make him lose control. I’m a competitor at heart. I let him go and push him back down to the bed. He stares at me, but doesn’t say anything or move. I love those eyes. They do a quick sweep over my body then come back to my face. They add to my motivation. I brace one hand against his chest, the other on his stomach. His eyes close as I begin to move against him. I want them open. I move my hips in circles. He frowns a little and looks up at me. I adjust my knees, moving them farther away from his sides then start to bounce. He frowns even more as he looks down at us. That’s the facial expression I’m looking for. He looks as though he’s fighting something, someone…me. He doesn’t know it yet, but fighting is useless. I go faster, test out those Kegel exercises I’m always reading about in magazines. They work well. He moans again and tries to sit up to me. I lean forward, pushing him back down. The muscles in his abs and chest tighten. I love the way they feel against my hands. He struggles to breathe. Like he wants to say something, but can’t get it out. I need his lips on me. I lean back and move my hands away. He instantly sits up. His mouth attacks me, sucking, nibbling, and licking whatever it touches. He lets out a sound. It all seems animalistic. I’m loving it. So much so I’ve just had my fifth orgasm. This can’t be normal. If this were a competition, I’d definitely be losing. I’m not a quitter though, so my mission continues. I push him back down to the bed before spreading my legs into a split. I lean down to him and trace my tongue over his lips. He looks down at my legs then curses as he closes his eyes and drops his head back on the bed. I go slowly at first. He grabs my hips and tries to control my movements. I don’t let him. I speed up. He’s cursing again. It doesn’t seem as though it’s physically possible, but I feel him getting harder inside me. I kiss his chest then bite him a little. He holds me down by my hips and thrusts deep into me. It actually hurts. I cry out. He quickly sits up, slides his hands up my back and curves them over my shoulders before letting me fall back. My legs instinctively wrap around him. I can feel him push deeper into me as he holds me down by my shoulders. His head is against my chest and he curses again, practically yells it as his body goes stiff. I smile…victory.