Tameka
I shivered with fear when Jeb lifted me into his arms and placed me in the center of his bed. I broke away from his searing kiss and looked at him ambivalently before casting those feelings aside. I grabbed my shirt’s bottom, looked into his passionate eyes, lifted the shirt above my head, and tossed it to the side. His eyes perused me from navel to breasts, and his gaze was heated in a way I’d longed for a man to look at me. That look made me want to ravish him. Little did I know, this was what I needed. All of it.
I unzipped my skirt and slid it over my hips. Jeb grabbed it and finished pulling it down my legs. He yanked his shirt over his head and tossed it across the room. Sliding his tongue across his lips, he stared at me as his hand went to his pants slowly. I beat him to his belt buckle and helped rid him of his jeans.
Jeb crooked his neck and sucked my lips to his, pulling me into an otherworldly kiss. I was in another universe, drinking from his lips as he drank from mine. My breasts brushed against his chest as if they were jealous of the affection my mouth was receiving, and my body came alive to his touch.
Jeb read me like a book. He dip
ped down further and kissed the fabric over each breast. My pebbled nipples hardened to perfect buds under his tutelage. A soft moan escaped the depths of my throat as I lay under the weight of his muscular body, ready to connect with him completely.
“You are so beautiful, Tameka,” he said after unclasping my bra. It fell down my shoulders and onto the bed.
Don’t get caught up, Tameka, I internally chanted, trying to prepare myself mentally for what appeared to be an inevitable fall. I grabbed onto his boxers and yanked them down. I couldn’t take the slow lovemaking any longer. In order to keep my head together, this could only be a quick screw.
I pulled my panties down and kicked out of them. Jeb’s manhood rested against my entrance. His hands explored every inch of my body. Passionate, all-consuming kisses rained over every tender part of me. His tongue weaved in and out of my mouth. Our hands groped one another unrelentingly.
I’d never had a man kiss me completely. Yet that’s what Jeb was doing to me. The sensation wrapped me up in an embrace. After several minutes of exchanging soul-stirring kisses, Jeb pulled his lips away from mine, and I missed him like crazy.
“I want you so bad,” he growled against my ear.
“I want you too,” I murmured, conquered by his heart-melting kisses. I didn’t want to imagine the devastation he would do once he slid inside of me.
Feeling wanted was a foreign feeling, and I wanted more of it. I touched the sides of his face and hauled him closer to me. I wanted him near me, all over me, inside of me.
My hand brushed against his erection. Electricity sparked through me, zinging my already soaked womanhood to full readiness. I needed to release as much as I needed my next breath.
“Holy fuck,” Jeb moaned as his manhood throbbed in my hand. His lips came crashing down on mine with a loud groan. When his lips left mine, he kissed his way down to my chin. Trailing my neck to my chest, he explored the heated pathway to my nipples. They were two engorged peaks desperately waiting to be devoured. He took each one into his mouth with loving enthusiasm.
Juices seeped from my womanhood like a faucet, anticipating the moment he would plunge into me and take me to heights I’d only dreamed of. He fine-tuned my body with his lips, so I knew he was the man who could take me there.
Back arched, I opened my legs wider and pulled him closer to me. I dug my nails into his back and gasped out, “Fuck me, Jeb! Please.”
Jeb hoisted himself up as his tongue licked a trail from my cheek to my ear. “I’m going to make love to you, and you’re going to love it,” he whispered close to my ear. His cock teased my womanhood as he suckled my earbud.
My hands glided down his back, moving effortlessly across broad muscles until I reached his ass. I pressed his ass closer to me, but he held firm. He was so close to penetrating me that I could feel him knocking on the door of my entrance.
“Please,” I whimpered.
Jeb’s tongue captured my plea, and I crashed down onto the bed and squirmed beneath him. Finally, he slowly eased into my slickness as I expanded to accept him. He moaned as he inched further inside until I was filled with emotions, pleasure, and a very big dick.
“You feel so good, Tameka. I don’t know how long I can last like this. So hot…so wet,” he mumbled.
“Oh, Jeb,” I murmured as I wrapped my legs around his waist and he thrust inside of me, filling me to the hilt. I held onto him tight for fear that letting go would cause me to slip away from this eternity forever. “Yes, Jeb…” I screamed.
He went deeper with each stroke. He grabbed my ass and lifted me firmly up, setting us into a smooth rocking motion that caused my body to tremble. My hips rocked to meet his merciless thrusts. Groans and wails intermixed with caresses and pleas were cast into the night. I bit down on his shoulder as he opened me wider than I’d ever been before.
The sensation I’d longed for—to have a man make me feel like a beautifully desired soul again—overpowered me. My legs shook uncontrollably, and my groans turned into guttural screams as I released.
Jeb joined me. Our bodies rode the ripple effect until he collapsed on top of me. His lips lazily found my breasts as he sought out pleasure points to ignite again.
I was so gone from this moment that I didn’t want to think about reality. If I did, I would know this feeling would fade eventually and be lost forever.
Why couldn’t moments like this last forever?
I expected Jeb to roll over and fall asleep. Then, I would sneak out of his house and back to my life. But that didn’t happen. He held me in his arms, planting soft kisses on every part of me his lips could reach. We lay there making out like two hot and bothered teenagers, carefree and filled with passion.
It felt amazing, but doubt and guilt began to seep into my mind with questions such as: Why did I sleep with Channing’s cousin? What would Kemara think? Was he still associated with that hate group? Those questions shattered the moment as Jeb nuzzled against my neck, his warm breath doing battle to weave me into his web again.