“I like that idea.”
“You work so hard, Kamal. You need to do something for fun.”
I drank her gorgeous face in. “I also need to make love to you.”
She blushed.
I closed the distance and kissed her. When I leaned back, I whispered, “And. . .”
Breathless, she blinked. “And?”
“I’m falling in love with you, Jade. Madly in love.”
She parted her lips.
“Our not having sex these past weeks dealt with other things and not one of them was about you.”
She slowly nodded. “I know, Kamal. I was fine with waiting. Although you kept that cock away, you gave me those big arms and lips. I love being held by you. I love sleeping against your chest and hearing your heartbeats. I love the baths and candlelit dinners. But most of all. . .”
My heart warmed. “Yes?”
“Most of all, I love you with every inch of my soul.”
I kissed her again, wanting to taste every part of her, even that soul that adored me so much.
She raised her arms and ran her fingers along my hair. Not getting enough, I grabbed her ass and lifted her. She wrapped her legs around my hips.
I grunted and left her lips. “Thank you for the food and candles and even the upcoming art lesson, but in this moment I have to fuck you.”
“Please.”
I laughed and yanked up her dress. She helped take it off. A red bra hugged her beautiful breasts. I looked further down. She wore matching red panties.
“Damn it. How did I lay next to you all this time and not fuck you?”
“You were dealing with shit.”
“Not any damn more.” Carrying her over to the wall, I pressed her body against it and yanked down her bra. Her breasts popped out and bounced in front of me. I dove for those stiff nipples.
She stirred in my hold. “Kamal.”
I groaned, sucking and lapping at her breasts.
She tried to yank off my shirt.
Groaning, I left her breasts and took off my shirt. She helped me unbuckled my pants since I still had her in my arms.
I wrenched my cock out. “I’ll never wait this long again.”
“Don’t worry, baby.” She pulled her panties to the side. “Just fuck me.”
And that was exactly what I did. It should have been more relaxed and gentler. I missed her body too much. Missed the intense closeness of being inside of her.
We moved together. Her bouncing up and down on my cock. Me pushing and pumping into her pussy. We moaned in perfect sync, telling each other how much we loved the moment. How much we didn’t want to stop.
“Fuck.” I relished in her wet arousal spilled over my length. “I love you so much.”
“Oh.”
I pumped harder.
She squeezed her pussy, causing me to lose my balance.
I regained it, leaning us further against the wall and slamming my cock into her. “You’re mine forever.”
“Forever,” she moaned back.
My body shook with the lovely confirmation.
I yearned to come—to explode. I was so close. But I waited, patiently slipping my cock in and out of her. Holding on to the edge of insanity and ready to burst.
When she whispered, “I’m coming.”
I growled and slowed my pumping, savoring each second as she broke apart. Her body trembling. Her breathing increasing. Her breasts bouncing against my chest. Her cream smeared against my length and dripping down my balls.
“Oh!” She rocked her pussy into me.
Gripping her ass tighter, I gritted my teeth. “Fuck yes.”
“Oh!”
“Yes, baby. Come all over my cock.”
Her pussy squeezed me harder.
I lost my composure. “Damn it.”
I orgasmed with her. My body shattered. My knees buckled. I put one hand against the wall to keep us up as I shoved my cock into her—balls deep.
“Oh!”
My cock jerked in her. Semen shot out. It was in that moment that I realized I never put a condom on. I should have known since her pussy felt even better than usual.
Slowly, I pulled out of her and lowered us to the floor.
She held onto me and landed sweet kisses on my face. “That was worth the damn wait.”
I collapsed to the ground in pure exhaustion. “Best compliment I’ve ever heard all year.”
She laughed and rested her head against my chest. “If you’re going to fuck me like that, you can come into my studio anytime.”
“I like that.”
“What?”
“You saying your studio. For the last couple of weeks, you’d been saying the studio.”
“That’s not too big of a difference.”
“It is because it suggested that you didn’t feel at home yet.” I turned my gaze to her. “Do you feel at home?”
She lifted her head. “I do. You’ve made me feel completely welcome. I couldn’t even imagine what I would be doing back in Los Angeles now. I believe this is the best way I could have spent a quarantine.”
“I want you here after the quarantine is over.”
“We’ve got time to discuss it. I don’t see California or New York lifting the lockdown anytime soon. So many people are dying. There’s still no vaccine.”