His hands gripped her ass, finding the string of her thong and snapping it like a rubber band, delivering a tiny sting to her flesh.
“You trying to interrupt a nigga walk, Lo,” he said.
“Not interrupt; I just want to come too.” He pulled back, her answer surprising him.
“This is lust,” Nyair said, shaking his head.
She shook her head. She knew what lust felt like. “I think it might be more. What if it can be more, one day?”
“Do you want more? Or you want a dick that’ll make you forget the lame nigga who mishandled you?” Nyair asked.
“You can do that, can’t you?” She asked, rubbing the back of his head softly, her feather light touches felt like seduction. Like she was rubbing his better judgment right out of his mind. “Make me forget everybody that came before this moment? It’s that good?”
She saw him blush as he let a smile creep onto his face before licking his lips.
“It is, isn’t it?” She asked, enthralled.
“Lo, we’re in deep waters here, woman. You sure about this?”
She nodded and climbed from his arms. “If I’m gonna scream, my son won’t be the one we wake up. It’ll be the neighbors.”
She led him through the house and out the back door, flipping the light switch on her way out. The backyard was illuminated with bulbs that circled the pool and hot tub. It was so cold that the steam from the hot tub was visible in the air.
“You down?” She asked.
Nyair ran his finger along the strap of her negligee, and she covered his hand with hers, lowering it and freeing one arm. It slipped beneath her breast, exposing half her body as she freedthe other side. She was freezing, but her blood ran hot as she removed his tie.
“It’s freezing out here, Lauren,” he said.
“The water is a hundred degrees,” she countered. “Trust me.”
He watched her unbutton his Fendi shirt, and then she unzipped him. He kicked off his designer shoes.
“It’s cold than a bitch, out here,” he called out.
Lauren reached for the brim of his boxer briefs and slid them down, lowering to her knees as she freed him.
Nyair’s attempt to cover his dick with one hand was futile. It was spilling out everywhere as she stood and then stepped into the water. It was instant relief to the cold. She waded in the shallow hot tub, looking up at a skeptical Nyair as he looked toward the neighbor’s house before he stepped inside.
Tattoos and biscotti-covered skin wrapped around this god of a man. Nyair’s body was a work of art and an anomaly. A Christian who defiled his temple with beautiful art. He was a canvas for ink that had taken hours to complete. He sat beside her, and they admired the freshly fallen snow around them.
“This surprisingly feels good as hell,” he said. “It’s about the whitest thing I’ve ever done, but no lie, it’s peaceful out here.”
“I fight the cold every night to come out here with my wine and relax.”
He pulled her into his lap, and the monster on his thigh made her grind against him before she could stop herself.
“You’ll have to go slow,” she whispered.
“That’s the plan.”
He took altar at her breasts, lowering his head and taking her pebbled nipples into his mouth, one at a time, paying them both equal attention.
The feeling of the cool air around them mixed with his skilled tongue made her nipples extra sensitive. It was a divine feeling that put an arch in her back.
“Hmm,” he moaned as she stroked the back of his head. “I’ma fuck the shit out of you, Lauren. I have a problem with sex. I don’t know how to have it in small doses, baby. Once you give it to me, I’ma need access all the time. Everywhere, Lo, every day, anytime.”
Her eyes widened in shock at his admission.
