Shit.
I hadn’t meant to say that.
I meant what I’d said, but I hadn’t meant tosayit.
After a few seconds, he started up again, and I peeked through my lashes.
As soon as our eyes met, I saw the emotion emanating from him.
“Say it again,” he whispered.
Taking his right hand from my hip, he licked his thumb. In perfect timing with his strokes, he strummed my clit, causing a shock wave of heat to course through my veins.
“Say it again,” he demanded roughly.
“I love you,” I moaned, my orgasm building.
It was as if those words unlocked something within both of us because he fucked me like I’d never been fucked before.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes,” I cried out as I started bucking against him.
“That’s it. That’s it, Jazzy. Come on this dick.”
“Oh, shit, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.” I breathed shakily.
My eyes fluttered closed as each moan grew louder than the one before it. I clawed at the bed while he slammed into me over and over again.
“Give it to me,” he demanded as I worked my hips harder, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Yes, that’s it! Let me feel it, Jazzy!”
“Please, Lamar… please don’t stop… oh my God! Oh my—” I gasped, hitting the point of no return.
“Oh shit,” he swore when my body started to shake.
Hearing his deep, guttural moans spurred me on. He fell forward, kissing me hard and desperately. His impending orgasm extended mine as we thrust into each other with reckless abandon. Feeling him lose control was it for me. The tension that had been building since he’d arrived released from deep in my core.
I came hard.
My mouth opened, yet no sound came out as the ultimate pleasure took over.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his body becoming rigid.
All I could hear was our heavy satiated breathing as he collapsed beside me.
Lamar and I lay in sated silence. Exhaustion and satisfaction settled on me while butterflies and warmth settled within me.
“When I’m touching you… when I’m inside you, that’s when you’re the most vulnerable with me,” he said in a low tone.
I opened my eyes, and when I turned to face him, I found him staring at me.
“I’ve told you from the beginning that you can get whatever you want from me.” He placed his hand on my chest, and I knew he could feel my heart pounding. “And you’re telling me you want me to say publicly that we’re not together?”
Slowly, I nodded.
“Why?” he asked.
“Because we’re not. And it’s better if they just think we’re friends.”
“I don’t care—”
