Take It (Sinclair 1)

Nick tilted his head in confusion. “All of you gave me gifts this morning, which you ladies didn’t have to…”

Kalilah put her glass down and stood up. “So, you’re not the least bit curious?”

Nick’s curiosity instantly spiked, but they had unfinished business. “Kalilah, about earlier…” Kalilah put her finger to her lips, signaling for him to be quiet. “But…”

Kalilah opened her robe and let it fall to the floor. Nick suddenly forgot how to breathe.

Kalilah’s body glowed under the light. Her lingerie, or lack thereof, accented everything and covered nothing. The lace, black bra straps ran down the side of her breasts and met underneath them instead of covering them. Her nipples glistened, beckoning him to have a taste. His eyes travelled down the expanse of her toned, exposed belly and rested on what should have been underwear. Instead, it looked like a series of strategically placed strips of fabric that gave the outline of panties with none of the coverage.

Nick was fixated on the area where a triangle of fabric would usually exist. Damn. She really knew how to melt his mind. His elevated temperature had nothing to do with the slight humidity of the night and everything to do with Kalilah.

Her brown eyes studied him with pure lust. She didn’t need to say a word because her eyes told him exactly what she wanted in vivid detail. She eased down on the sofa and opened her legs, briefly giving him a view of paradise before crossing them. She leaned back and put her elbows on the head of the couch with her hands dangling near her perfect breasts.

His dick planned to join her; the four feet that separated them felt like miles. Kalilah shook her head when he tried to get closer. Puzzled, he stared her for instructions. Kalilah’s eyes roamed his body, pausing longer than necessary on his erection.

“Strip,” she ordered.

“Strip?” Nick repeated, a raised eyebrow accented his question.

Kalilah tilted her head slightly in challenge, but she said nothing. Instead, she shifted her position to rest on her side. Her head was propped up on the fist of her right arm at the top of the sofa. Her soft tendrils flowed down her shoulders and caressed her wrist and forearm. She tucked her legs behind her on the couch, the movement causing her breasts to jiggle enticingly.

Nick took one more leisurely look at her body, taking in the silky skin covering her hips and how it tapered into her waist, stretched across her taut belly until it spilled out at her breasts.

The quickened rise and fall of her chest along with the tight buds told him that she was aroused, but her face was the mask of neutrality while she waited. The soft lights bounced off her body leaving some parts in shadow while illuminating others, giving her a sexy glow. Although she didn’t need any help, Nick would have thought she was sexy if she was wearing sweats and eating Cheetos.

Desire rode him hard, and his need for her made his clothes feel like lead. He ripped off his jacket and threw it on a nearby chair. Two of his smooth buttons had already popped out of the crisp linen of his shirt before Kalilah moved her hand up and down signaling him to slow down.

“Slow,” she mouthed without making a sound.

He slowed his ministrations, undoing each button with slightly shaky hands. He kept his eyes locked on her as he slid out of his shirt and tossed it on his jacket. He felt his body relax slightly when his undershirt joined the pile. Having the fresh air envelope his hot skin was soothing.

His eyes never left her as he balanced on one leg to take off one sock, then the other. Nick made a mental note to give Natalia a raise. Once again, her decision to make yoga two of his workouts every week worked in his favor. Nick would not have the balance required to parti

cipate in Kalilah’s seduction game and not lose face.

Now, the only thing that stood between them were his slacks and boxer briefs. Kalilah was sitting a little higher. She was still on her side, but her arm was pushing against the cushions to prop her up instead of acting like a headrest. She’d sucked her bottom lip between her teeth. She looked at him like he was the only man she’d ever seen. He loved how she looked at him, all desire and no judgment.

Encouraged, he slowly unbuckled his belt; the leather squeaked in protest, and the metal clanked when it hit the concrete at his feet. The zipper of his pants echoed around them; the sexual tension between them hung in the air like a thick fog. They were like two prized fighters waiting for the bell to ring. She’d changed positions again – this one was his favorite. Kalilah had both feet on the ground. Her legs were open, but her hands rested between them one on top of the other palm down on the edge of the sofa. The position thrusted her breasts forward as if offering them to him.

Her eyes moved to the only part of him still covered by the dark blue cotton of his boxer briefs. He hooked one thumb in his waist band, then the other. Kalilah licked her lips and watched as he slowly inched the fabric down. He suppressed a shudder when the fabric brushed his sensitive flesh on its way to the ground. Nick now stood before her completely naked and more vulnerable than she’d ever know. Within the last hour, he’d felt sorrow at the thought of losing her, hope when he’d found her, and now a strong combination of lust and love.

She crooked her finger at him finally urging him to come closer. The moment felt important to Nick. He didn’t know why or how, but his gut told him something between them shifted. He made a mental note to get into her head and clear the air about his earlier fuck up. Her scent was different. It wasn’t crisp and clean like usual, and it wasn’t anything he owned either; it was a sweet, familiar scent that he couldn’t quite place. Vanilla? No. Cookies? No. Candy? Not really.

He didn’t have much time to ponder her scent because her soft hand cloaked his dick at the base and slid slowly up towards the tip. The pad of her thumb rubbed the moisture that collected there. Desire simmered in her eyes, and Nick noticed for the first time that she was eye-level with his tip. He didn’t have time to consider the implications of the relativity of their positions because her pink tongue darted and licked his head like it was a tasty treat. Pleasure rocked his body. She sucked him into her wet, hot mouth until his tip hit the back of her throat.

He opened his mouth but nothing came out; the pleasure was so intense he couldn’t make a sound. She began to suck and stroke him; her mouth and hand chased each other up and down his shaft. Nick took several mental pictures. He wanted to remember the image of Kalilah’s perfect lips wrapped around him forever.

All of his blood rushed to the center of his body, and he knew he would cum if she continued to pleasure him with her mouth. She slid him further down her throat, and Nick was pretty sure the number of the stars in the sky multiplied.

“Kalilah, please…”

He begged. He didn’t want to cum like this, at least not tonight. His need to connect with her became so urgent that he found the strength to pull away enough to get her attention. She pouted softly and patted the space next to her.

He sat next to her as requested and reached for her. She swatted his hand away and straddled his lap. Nick held his breath. They’d been in this position plenty of times even when they weren’t having sex. But that night, outside with suburban nature surrounding them, the silk of her inner thighs pressing against his, his hands gripping her hips, both of them looking into each other’s eyes while their hearts beat close to each other, felt like the perfect moment that he wanted to always remember.

Their eyes still locked when she lowered herself on him slowly, her heat sheathed him inch by inch until he was in as far as he could go. They both sighed in pleasure and relief. His grip tightened as she began to rock her body against his, rolling her hips and driving him crazy. He was engulfed in her sweet scent…Cotton Candy? No…and the way she was nibbling on his neck, he knew that he would not last much longer.

Nick shifted his position by slumping deeper into the couch and laying his head back against the headrest. Kalilah moved up a little; the small change pushed him deeper inside of her all the way to the hilt. They both moaned. Kalilah threw her head back and put her hands on his knees behind her and continued to ride him. Nick took advantage of the position and placed hot, open-mouthed kisses down her throat to the valley between her breasts. He grabbed both breasts and squeezed, loving the weight of them and how they felt under his thumbs. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and a burst of sweetness danced on his tongue. He’d found the source of the smell, now he just needed to identify the flavor, not that he was complaining.