A smile flickered across his face as he watched me explore. The living room flowed into an open kitchen with gleaming stainless appliances that looked barely used. Framed certificates and business achievements lined one wall — Black Security’s first contract, a chamber of commerce award, a magazine cover featuring Langston as “Entrepreneur of the Year.”
Yet, what caught my eye was the carved cedar box I’d given him after graduation before I left for college. The intricate shield design reminded me of how he’d always protected me.
“You kept it.”
Langston moved behind me. “I keep everything that matters.”
I turned to face him, my back against the bookshelf. Langston kissed me like a hungry man who hadn’t eaten all day. We removed each other’s clothes as we kissed and made our way to the bedroom.
“You always smell so damn good,” Langston said, trailing kisses down my neck as he slipped my bra from my shoulders.
“Thank you. It’s a new lotion and bath gel called Sugar Cookie.”
“That shits going to make me eat you up.”
I squealed as we tumbled into his bed. “Then eat.”
Langston covered my nipple, sucking and teasing as he fondled and squeezed the other one. I squirmed in pleasure as he switched to the other nipple. Then he kissed his way down to my stomach, and I lifted onto my elbows to watch. I smiled as he tugged on my lace panties. I lifted my hips to accommodate him, pulling them over my hips. Langston spread my thighs wide and ran his tongue between my pussy lips, savoring my wetness.
“Damn, you taste as good as that cookie lotion smells.” Langston pressed his face into my center, making me groan in pleasure. He tasted me like he had something to prove, like I was already his.
I watched as he lapped at my center. I fell back against the mattress and closed my eyes. “Oh my God. That feels so damn good.”
Langston took long, slow licks against my sensitive flesh. I ran my fingers through his hair, grabbed his head, and held him still when he found my spot. I bit down on my lip as my chest heaved in pleasure.
He flattened his tongue and licked my clit, making me squirm. He picked up the pace, sucking on my swollen bud. I dug my heels into the mattress when he slipped two fingers inside me, taking me over the edge.
“Langston!” I screamed in pleasure.
He stood to grab a condom out of his nightstand and rolled it on. Langston gripped his dick and pressed the head to my entrance. I gasped as he inched inside me. Langston shuddered when he was inside. He moved slowly at first before lifting my leg over his shoulder. I matched his movements. I hissed in pleasure because my clit was already sensitive from my first orgasm. He lifted my other leg over his shoulder. Langston jiggled and slapped my ass while he pumped.
I stiffened and found my release again, whimpering in pleasure. Soon after, Langston got his. He held his body stiff as my walls pulsated around his dick.
“Aven, oh… fuck.” He groaned. He clutched my ass again, moving slowly as he released fully.
We lay there exhausted and sweaty, my head pressed to his chest, and his leg draped over my body.
Langston pressed a kiss to my cheek. “Mmhmm. That was good.”
“It was. Thank you.”
Everything about Langston was good, from his manhood to his defined arms, broad back, and thighs. His natural PH was an overindulgence.
Afterward, I found the outline of a scar on his shoulder.
“What happened here?” I asked.
“Security job gone bad. A dickhead pulled a knife on me when we caught him breaking into a client’s home,” he replied, his voice still rough.
I frowned, suddenly confronted with the reality of the dangers in his chosen profession. “Does that happen often?”
“No. It was years ago before I had a team. Now I mostly stay behind a desk,” he assured me, pulling me closer against his chest.
He buried his face in my hair. The vulnerability from the security room remained but had now transformed into something warmer and more intimate.
There were so many things to figure out, and conversations to be had. Still, for now, his arms around me was enough.
Disoriented from the morning light,I blinked slowly as memories of last night flooded back. From Langston’s confession in the security room to the way my body ached pleasantly, muscles used in ways they hadn’t been in longer than I cared to admit. I turned my head to find Langston still asleep beside me. His face was relaxed in a way I rarely saw when he was conscious. His beard was slightly mussed, and one arm still draped possessively across my waist.
