Something New
“Yeah, whatever,” she said, kissing her teeth. “It doesn’t matter anyway. I feel nothing for you. Nothing at all!” she promised.
“Word?” My tone was amused, which only got under her skin more.
“Like I said, nothing.”
I took one step toward her with a determined smirk across my face. She swallowed hard but stood her ground, refusing to back up. I chuckled at her discomfort, calling her bluff. She took another step back until her back was pressed against the railing.
“What the hell are we even doing up here?” she whispered, trapped between my arms.
I shrugged. “You tell me.”
“It wasn't supposed to go this far, I swear. But now that it has, I don’t know if I go back to the way things were before, y’know? What we did changed everything,” she confessed.
“I know what we did, and I don’t regret a thing, and now you have a choice to make.”
“And what is that?”
“If you gon’ let me do what we both wanna do again,” I mumbled before placing gentle kisses down her neck.
She let out a soft moan. “It’s like I’m playing with fire, and I know the risks. They’re apparent. They are clear. And I am still willing to walk right into it for you. I don’t know up from down or my left from right when I'm around you.”
“Shit, you make me spin on my fuckin’ head too,” I admitted.
“I thought relationships weren’t your thing.”
“They still aren’t. Luckily, this ain’t what this is. I don’t think you can be in a relationship with someone who’s already in a relationship, so….”
“Touché,” she replied, lips inches away from mine.
“Say the word,” I encouraged her before kissing her exposed shoulders and running my fingertips between the slit of her dress.
“I can’t. He’s downstairs,” she breathed.
“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop.”
She drew in a sharp breath and then exhaled. “Stop, Elijah. I want you to stop.”
Isa broke past my grasp, putting some distance between us. “I gotta get back inside,” I announced before running my hand down my beard. “Sort yourself out before you go back to your man,” I advised before walking away.
“Elijah, wait!” she called out to my back.
“What?” I barked, snapping my neck at her.
Her lips parted slowly before she let out a hoarse whisper. “Kiss me.”
The next thing I knew, our lips were pressed together like magnets, and my hands were roaming across her body like I had the roadmap to her secret treasure. I hoisted her dress over her hips, cupped her ass in my palms, and carried her to the nearest table. I stood in between her thighs and spread her legs wide open.
“Keep them fuckin’ legs spread wide open. Don’t you fuckin’ dare close ‘em,” I commanded before dropping to my knees to kiss her pussy through her lace thong.
“Mmm,” she purred, flinching and squirming underneath the command of my tongue.
I snaked my tongue up and down her slit before sliding her panties to the side and dipping my tongue inside her.
“Mmm, kiss it. Kiss just like that,” she mumbled, “mmm. Suck on that clit.”
My tongue continued spitting love songs to her clit while I wrestled to unleash my dick that was dying to get out. I turned her over and slapped my dick against her wetness before pushing deep inside her from behind.
“Ooooh, my Gooood!” Isa trembled as I folded her arms and held them in place behind her back.