She grabbed the champagne and tipped it back. Rolani watched her throat move and wanted his mouth there instead.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured as he approached the island she had just slid onto. He gently grasped her ankle, massaging it before kissing it. He took off her slippers one by one, kissing up her leg.
“This turquoise looks good on you. I’m tempted to rip it off.”
His hands moved up her thighs. The silk nightgown made his mouth water. He pulled her to the edge of the island.
“What are you doing?” she asked, breathless.
“I’m about to eat my woman’s pussy, what it look like?” He winked, and she giggled.
His fingertips found the hem of her gown as he kissed the inside of her knee, then her thigh, then her mound through the thin fabric of her thong, eyes locked on hers the whole way up. She fisted his locs and pulled them free.
“Ouuu,” she whimpered.
He tugged her panties down and slid them into his pocket. When he buried his face between her thighs, she arched off the counter, a broken moan ripping through her. When he latched onto her clit, her breath stuttered.
“Ro...” His eyes cut up to hers, and he took his time, working her until her thighs were shaking. “Rolani,” she gasped.
“Again,” he said before a slurp sounded in the room, followed by a slap to her pussy that sent shockwaves through her body.
“You're so cocky and arrogant,” she snapped, panting. “I don’t like you.”
He chuckled and kept going.
Her body tensed, pleasure coiling tight. Her hand gripped his locs, and he stopped. Her eyes flew open as he rose and grabbed her face.
“That mouth about to get you in trouble,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck. His wet beard grazed her skin before he bit her softly, just enough to pull a hiss from her lips.
“That feels so good,” she whispered.
He reached past her and set a condom on the counter without a word. His hands found her thighs again, pulling her closer as he stood between them. His lips found hers again. He took his time, wanting to savor every second of this woman who was only giving him one night.
“Yeah, just tonight,” he laughed against her skin before going back to work. His fingers slipped inside, finding her spot. “Look at me,” he demanded.
When her eyes opened, they were darker than his, pupils blown wide. Her walls squeezed around his fingers, and her whole body shuddered.
When she finally came, she cried out his name. “Rolani, shit!”
“That’s right,” he said, working her through it. “Say my name. I want this whole muthafuckin hotel to hear that shit.”
He wiped his mouth and kissed her, letting her taste herself. She fumbled with his joggers, freeing him. She grabbed the condom, ripped the foil, and slid it on.
She pulled him closer and guided him to her entrance. His thick head slipped in, and she felt every inch of him as he filled her slowly, the stretch pulling a sharp breath from them both. She bit her lip, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck, Ken,” he rasped. “Ain’t no way.”
He was losing it. He bit down on her shoulder, causing her to cry out. His arms engulfed her as he held her closer. His hips rolled deep. Her entire body trembled.
The rest of the night blurred into one heated moment.
She lost track of how many times after the first round. The shower. The bed. Against the window as the city lights blurred below them. Every time she tried to create distance—physically or emotionally—he closed it.
By the time the sky started to lighten, they were tangled in sheets that smelled like sex and his cologne. She was exhausted,but she let him pull her back against his chest anyway. When he sank into her again, she didn't fight it, didn't think past the feeling. Just this. Just him. Just for the night.
“Ken. Ain’t no outs after this.” His voice was rough against her ear. “Hell nah.”
She tried to respond, but he slid his hand between her legs to play with her clit, thrusting deeper. This nigga was a thief… of her breath and her sanity.
