“And the twins are getting so big,” she continued, smiling at the antics of Amalia and Jason Jr.. I smirked as I thought about her taking her heels off to run around in the grass with them. When I pulled up to a stoplight, I looked over her hands that rested on her stomach. For a brief second, I wondered what her stomach would look like, swollen with a baby in it. As soon as the light turned green, I turned back to the road, shaking that errant thought loose.
“Where’re you taking me?”
She knew and I knew where we were headed, but I decided to humor her.
“My place,” I answered, grabbing her hand and bringing it to my lips before placing it on my thigh. A surge of happiness shot through me when she left it there.
“Your place, huh? I don’t even get dessert after dinner?”
“Why didn’t you eat dessert at your father’s?” I teased.
“Because I was full. Thosecarne asadatacos were delicious.”
“But now you want dessert?”
“It’s the least you could offer before trying to get under my dress.” Her hand tightened around my thigh.
I laughed and then asked, “What are you in the mood for?” I’d take her anywhere she wanted to go. The muscles in my lower abdomen tightened when she moaned.
“Ice cream,” she responded.
“You keep moaning and rubbing my leg like that, you can have any damn thing you want.”
“Anything?” she questioned, her voice taking on a seductive note that shot directly to my groin.
I didn’t bother responding. Instead, I took the highway exit I knew would lead to one of my favorite specialty ice cream shops in the city.
“Any particular flavor you had in mind?” I asked as I prepared to exit the car in front of the shop.
“Surprise me.”
I grinned. “Will do.” I was in and out of the shop in less than ten minutes. Knowing the owner, I was pretty much a regular there. When I got back in the car, the sound of Emeli Sande’s “I’d Rather Not” was coming through the speakers as Chanel sang the words, until she peered up at me. The grin she gave me with excited eyes as she took the bag that held the two Styrofoam cartons of ice cream did something funny to my chest.
“What kind did you get?”
“Chocolate and strawberry buttermilk.”
Her sigh of contentment alone made the little trip worth it. When she placed her hand on my thigh again, stroking it, not in a sexual way, but in anI just want to touch you because I can, kind of way, I knew I was beginning to fall for her.
Chapter Twelve
Chanel
“You gonna run in the morning again?”
I winced internally at the question. Below the sarcasm, there was a sense of hurt, or maybe I just imagined it. Maybe I was hoping that my early departure after the last time we were in this spot had left him longing for me. Instead of telling him all that, though, I decided on a less revealing comeback.
“Depends, are you planning on feeding me in the morning?” I asked, at the same time his big body came to cover me, as I leaned back on his bed in only a pair of panties and matching strapless bra. The dress I’d worn earlier lay sprawled on the floor. Xavier had already brought me one orgasm with his fingers alone, then stood at the edge of the bed, licking himself clean of my essence. That sight alone nearly made me come again.
“You’ll have to wait and find out,” he responded before taking my lips.
I opened up completely for him, making room for his body between my legs, and for his tongue in my mouth. I tasted myself on him, and mixed with his pure taste and the chocolate ice cream he’d consumed not long ago, it was the best flavor I’d ever tasted. I moaned into his mouth, relishing everything about the moment.
“Uhhhh,” I groaned when he pinched my nipple through the fabric of my bra.
He pulled back, lowering his head to reign kisses down my jawline, neck, and chest, lowering my bra until both breasts spilled out. He didn’t even bother to undo the back clasp, simply pushing it down so both breasts were exposed, and used his mouth to make my already hardened nipples even harder.
“Xavier, please,” I whined, not even knowing what I wanted him to do, but I wanted him to do something. My entire body was on fire.
