She grinned. “If that isn’t the sweetest request I’ve had for my time as a Valentine’s date ever…”
I chuckled. “Not a date, Sin. Just food.”
“Fine, I’m game. Just food.”
We were both lying,terribly, but I wouldn’t bring that up. She could easily walk away from this and I would let her without a fight. I damn sure wouldn’t want to but I would respect her wishes to let this be what it was. A good time and in the moment situation.
One thing I’d learned from my father was trying to keep a woman who didn’t want to be kept caused a lot of fucking heartache…
My mother never wanted to be kept and he’d never gotten over the way she broke his heart. That wouldn’t be me,ever.
I tapped her thigh and she lifted from my lap. I wanted to laugh because her legs were weak as she carefully shifted, trying not to move too fast.
“You gonna be alright?” I glanced at her body for a minute before I lifted my eyes to hers.
“Don’t be funny. You just had your dick in me. I get to move with caution.”
I busted out laughing and scooted to the edge of the chaise, placing my hands at her sides before I leaned in and lightly kissed her pussy.
“I’m not being funny. Just asking questions with genuine care. I know what God blessed me with, Sin.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m fine. Can I have my dress?”
When she extended her hand, I ignored the gesture and stood instead. Once I removed the thin lace that barely qualified as a dress, I worked it over her head and she lifted her arms, sliding them through the thin straps, watching as I worked it down her body.
“You want me to carry you?”
“No, I’m fine.” She shifted her stance and I grinned.
“Aight.” I reached for her hand and she slid her palm against mine. We walked through the room, heading to the elevators and getting off on the same floor. After agreeing to meet on the first floor in one hour, she went left and I went right, but not before I peeped how carefully she moved. That pussy and ass had my dick print lingering. Once she entered her room, I headed to mine.
Food, sleep, then I would be on my way home in the morning, leaving all this behind, or at least trying to…
Chapter 7
Syuri.
My pussy throbbed and my ass was sore but I had an unreasonably wide smile on my face as I sat in the scorching hot, honey and vanilla bubble bath trying to soothe the ache. When I’d assumed X had an ego, I’d been right. Big ego and big dick to match. Both had been such a huge turn on that I was moving stupidly. I agreed to have dinner with him.
Valentine’s dinner…
Even though he wasn’t my man and we weren’t celebrating, a small part of me felt like both applied. I mean shit, he’d just fucked me in the most enjoyable way, made me cum more times than I could recall; so for the time being, he was my man.
“Girl, you’re delusional as hell,” I said and rolled my eyes.
A man who fucked like X and ate pussy like he’d invented the act was not the type to be anyone’s man. I also refused to travel down that road because that wasn’t what was done in places like Seventh Heaven. People came, fucked, got fucked, then skipped their satisfied asses right back to regular degular life. That was exactly my plan, no matter how good my body felt from having been turned inside out by that man’s mouth, fingers, and unfairly impressive dick.
I sighed and dropped my head back against the inflatable tube pillow included in the spa treatment bath essentials in my suite. I also slammed my legs together and jerked my hand from the water because thinking about that fine ass man had me easing my fingers down my stomach toward the apex of my thighs.
Tonight had easily been the best sex I’d ever had which placed a smile on my face. It dropped seconds later because unfortunately I wouldn’t experience this bomb ass sex ever again.
One and done, Yuri.
I had another twenty minutes before it was time to get out and make myself look decent so I could meet my non-baby daddy for dinner. ’Cause yes, I was temporarily delusional enough to consider the idea of allowing him to give me all his babies.
I sputtered a laugh then threw my hand over my mouth because this man had fucked me a little too thoroughly. Instead of dwelling on things that couldn’t be, I soaked for twenty minutes more and got out the tub to hop in the shower to cleanse my body. I walked around my room gingerly, pulling together my look, moisturizing my skin, skipping makeup, and sliding into the T-shirt and sweats I was supposed to be traveling homein tomorrow. I pulled my hair up and twisted my braids into a bun.
No sense in tempting fate. I kept my look comfortable and casually checked the time, realizing I had five minutes to get downstairs. I left my room, walked to the elevator, and pressed the first floor. As soon as I entered the restaurant, I spotted X standing near the entrance, speaking to the server who pointed to the back. He nodded, flashed her a smile, and was about to head that way but I moved to his side.
