“True but it didn’t ring when I had it either,” he counters.
With a wry smile, she says, “Not all women stay glued to their phones. It’s not me. I’d rather participate in life than miss things because I’m caught up in a cell phone.” She hooks her arm around his then rests her head on him. “Eat. They are about to close anyway,” she encourages.
He accepts her answer for now but he’s really curious to know more about the woman he’s developing feelings for. The fact that she’s been able to capture his interest so damn fast makes him want to know more, all he can, about her.
After pecking his arm, she releases it and starts her salad. He bites into his delicious but big as hell pulled pork sandwich. Their conversation is choppy and lacks substance as they eat. Their small exchanges focus on the food, their drinks, and the people in the restaurant. The twenty-minute ride back to the hotel isn’t much better and Sunjiya resolves to ease the obvious tension the moment they are back in the room.
“The seafood scent is all over me,” she says with a titter. Then she pulls her shirt over her head and tosses it toward him. He catches it. “Come shower with me so I can get it off,” she says suggestively before heading into the bathroom.
He’s right on her heels as soon as he kicks out of his shoes. When he enters the bathroom, the shower is running and her beautiful body is on full display. Before stepping toward her, he takes a moment to take in every inch of her cocoa butter smooth skin. His eyes trail from her intriguing eyes to her perfect, perky breasts down her soft belly to her sweet tasting pussy, thighs,and pretty ass feet. Sunjiya is fucking perfection standing here looking at him with the same intensity in her eyes.
They want each other.
With a seductive smile, she saunters toward him and rests her arms on his shoulders. Staring into his eyes, she says, “I stay to myself, always have. My circle is small, very, very small. After being hurt too many times to count, you just learn to trust yourself. My phone is dry because my life is dry. I work and keep to myself but I’m choosing to let you in. I’m choosing to trust you but you have to take me as I am.” Her head drops and he places his hand under her chin and lifts it.
She’s opening up and he loves it. He’s truly feeling her so he resolutely says, “I do. I just had a question; that’s all. I was curious ’cause I was serious about what I said.”
“Good,” she says with a simper. “’Cause I was hoping we could reverse the order of our plan tonight.”
Her arms drop from his shoulders. With her eyes steadied on him, she moves her hands to his jeans. After unbuttoning them, her hands trail under his shirt to rub his chest. As she lifts his shirt, he assists by raising his hands. Once his shirt is off, with eyes still locked on his, she drags her fingers down his rock-hard abs.
When her hands return to his jeans, she unzips and pushes them down his legs. Her eyes drift to his boxers and she pushes them down next, freeing the beautiful dick that blessed her body last night.
“Mmm,” she moans before running her tongue through her lips.
The beautiful sight before Akeem and the knowledge of what’s next has his dick ready. He’s ready for everything she’s about to damn do. When she lowers to her knees, his shit stands at attention.
Her eyes dance between his and his dick for a minute then a smile spreads across her face. She grabs his dick then strokes it gingerly before cupping his balls and gliding up and down his shaft.
“Shit,” he groans from the good ass feel of her hands.
His head dips. He wants a better look at her and the magic she’s performing with her soft ass hands. With him watching intently, she amps her performance up and picks up her pace. When she starts to jack him, he damn near loses it. His hands latch onto her arms in an attempt to control her pace but she doesn’t stop.
“Can I kiss this?” she asks. Her lips are so damn close that they graze his tip.
“Hell yeah,” his baritone utters.
Slowly, she licks her lips then plants a soft kiss on the head of his dick. She licks and runs her tongue around it before covering him and going to work—licking, sucking, and pleasing him until he can’t take it any longer.
The muscles in his abs flex and his breathing increases as his nut builds. He doesn’t try to stop it either. She’s working hard to pull it from him and he’s going to bless her with it. He grips the back of head as she works. When she pops his dick out of her mouth then covers him again, the feeling is too fucking good and he busts.
“Got…damn,” he grits as he enjoys the release. When she eases off the bathroom floor, he steps out of his pooled jeans and boxers then pulls her beautiful body into his. “Shit. After that, I hope you know what’s next,” he says.
“I know what I want,” she says with a smile.
“Good cause I’ma ’bout to fuck the shit out of you.”
His strong hands grip her ass as he steps toward the shower. He lifts her, her legs latching around him, and he walks into the shower. After pressing her back against the shower wall, hepositions her body just right and enters her. In the shower, as warm water rains on them, Akeem stays true to his word and fucks her through two earth shattering orgasms. Once they catch their breaths and her legs become steady, he washes her body then his before they exit and collapse onto the bed.
After pulling Sunjiya onto him, Akeem gently pats her ass then asks, “You ready for tomorrow?”
“I am. I think I should do most of the talking though for real,” she says.
“I think you’re right; so you got that. I’ll chill, fall back, and just scope things out. I really feel like one of them has to be Aunt Pri.”
“But what if they aren’t?” she asks.
“Then we will ride around and ask questions. If Tanjaya has been in Port St. Joe or is still here, your face will definitely be familiar to them. You being her twin is our secret weapon.”
