He held my waist and guided me through it, his grip firm and his voice low and calm.
“Ride it out,” he said, rubbing my spine, pulling little sounds out of me without even trying. “Let it hit.”
My orgasm crashed through me so hard I collapsed on his chest, my legs twitching, and my breath gone.
He wrapped his arms around my back tight, still fucking me slow through the aftershocks, running his fingers through my hair while I shook on top of him.
He didn’t kiss me. He didn’t whisper sweet shit in my ear. He didn’t hold me like I was his woman.
But he held me like he knew exactly what he just did to me.
After a while, I rolled off Kay’Lo, still feeling dazed and trying to catch my breath. My thighs were still shaking and my body felt hot all over, and I didn’t know if it was because of the rounds we had just gone through or because my mind was still trying to process the fact that this man had really fucked me like that.
I collapsed on the pillow and watched him breathe hard through his nose like he was cooling himself down. When he looked down at his dick and slid the condom off, I followed his gaze, taking in the sight of it and whispering in my head about how thick and pretty his shit was. It made absolutely no sense for a man to be blessed like that.
He tied the condom up and got out of the bed without saying anything. I let my eyes roam over him, admiring the way his tattoos wrapped around his ribs and arms, every line and curve bold enough to make him look like a nigga somebody prayed about. His shoulders sat broad and relaxed like he didn’t have a care in the world, and even the way he walked to the bathroom had this slow confidence that made me lick my lips without thinking.
A moment later I heard the toilet flush and he came back out with his dick swinging. He grabbed his phone off the nightstand and the second he unlocked it, a frown settled on his face like whatever he saw punched him in the chest. He barely blinked while he stared at the screen. Then he pressed his phone to his ear and walked right back into the bathroom.
I laid there, watching the door he disappeared behind and thinking about everything he told me last night. He didn’t hide that he was married. Hell, he had the black and gold band on his finger the whole time. It was clear he wasn’t about to pretend anything for me because he didn’t seem like the type that explained himself twice. He said him and his wife were separated, and the way he said it told me they had unfinished business. I could hear it under his tone. He cared enough to be irritated, and irritated men always had some bullshit tied to them.
But that didn’t bother me. If the woman was as good as she was supposed to be, her husband wouldn’t have been in this bed. That was just the truth as far as I was concerned. Any bitch who lose a man like this clearly didn’t know what to do with him, and that wasn’t my problem.
Kay’Lo came back out and didn’t look at me long before telling me, “Get dressed. We gotta dip.”
His voice wasn’t sharp or rude. It was just firm, like he had already mentally moved on from whatever moment we had. I knew better than to complain. Men like him didn’t like women who whined or begged for extra time. You had to play it smart if you wanted to stay on their mind, so I slid to the edge of the bed, grabbed my dress from the floor, and pulled it on while my skin still smelled like him and the night we had.
Kay’Lo didn’t rush me but he didn’t slow down either. He put on his clothes and slipped some of his jewelry back on, and even in that simple motion he looked finer than half the city.I adjusted my straps, and told myself that no matter where he had to be, I wasn’t letting him walk out this suite without my number. I turned to him and said, “Put my number in your phone.”
His fingers moved quick on his phone like he had done this a thousand times, then he put his phone before grabbing his keys off the table.
We left the suite and walked down the hall toward the lobby. I couldn’t stop staring at the way he moved. His shoulders were wide, his back looked strong enough to carry anybody’s problems, and he walked like he had money in every step. I wasn’t ready for the day to end but I wasn’t about to make myself look pressed either. I just kept up with him, letting my eyes enjoy the view while my mind replayed every single thing we did.
Outside, valet pulled up with Kay’Lo’s car first. It was dark but loud, and customized like something only a man with real taste could pull off. Mine came right behind it. I turned to him and tugged the bottom of his shirt with my fingers, letting my nails graze the fabric while I bit my bottom lip and stared into his eyes. He didn’t look away or lean back. He just watched me with that unreadable expression he had all night.
I got on my toes and kissed him soft. “I enjoyed you,” I said, letting my voice stay low and sweet because men like him liked soft confidence. “I hope I see you soon.”
He nodded. “I enjoyed you too.”
But his eyes were empty. His mind was somewhere far away and whoever texted him earlier had everything to do with it.
I didn’t take it personal, though. I wasn’t tripping. I knew I looked good. I knew I fucked good. I knew what I brought to the table and if that woman didn’t want him, I damn sure did.
I got in my car with a little smile because whether he knew it or not, I had just come up on a real ass nigga, and men like Kay’Lo didn’t fall in your lap for no reason. And if ol’ girl didn’tknow how to keep him, that was on her. I sure wasn’t about to let a man like this walk out my life without at least trying to see what else he had to give.
I drove off feeling like I had started something big without even planning to.
On my way home, I couldn’t stop thinking about my night with Kay’Lo.
My legs were still shaking lowkey, and every time I shifted in my seat my body reminded me exactly what that man had done to me. I had fucked before, I wasn’t new to sex, but nothing in my past had ever come close to what Kay’Lo just put on me. My body was humming, my skin was warm, and every part of me still felt stretched in the best way.
I reached for my phone and hit Dream’s contact before I even thought it through. She picked up on the second ring like she already knew I had something to say.
“Bitch,” I said, dragging the word out because my soul felt different.
Her laugh came loud through the speakers. “What happened? Tell me everything.”
I adjusted my grip on the wheel and shook my head even though she couldn’t see me. “Dream… that man fucked me like he a fuckin’ pornstar, like he was made for me. I’m talking about he had me folded, flipped, thrown, dragged. All that.”
