One more minute and I’m gone . . .
“Welcome to my lair, my queen. Don’t speak, just relax.” I could hear his deep sexy voice, but I didn’t see him enter as he stood behind me. Was I asleep?
“Baby, I want you to know that last text you sent made my dick hard as a rock. I’ve been waiting to see you and watch you run your tongue all around the shaft of my cock.”
It was a setup! My sister sent me there, knowing that she wanted me to be her for the night. I shot up. “James . . . look . . .” But the alcohol had taken effect and I was a little light-headed. “Shhh, baby, I want to do all of the talking tonight, just like we planned.” He unzipped my black duffel bag. “I see you brought the goody bag.” He opened the bag, pulled out a blindfold, and quickly tied it on me. The wine was in full effect and though I was mortified by the thought of seven years without sex, this man wanted to make me feel good.
I sat there in a daze, terrified on the inside and completely clueless on the outside.
What in the world am I supposed to do? What would Iesha do?
“Okay, baby, take my hand, and let me lead you to our secret place tonight.”
It took everything I had to smile. I took his hand and he helped me up. “Baby, don’t be shy now; look at me.” He raised my blindfold and just stared at me. “You are so beautiful, more beautiful than the first time I laid eyes on you.” He cupped my face with both hands, and I looked up at his face. He is handsome. Caramel skin, salt-and-pepper goatee, gray eyes, and bald. His hands were so soft, so sensual, and when he touched my face and swept his fingers across my lips, he almost took my breath away. He was dressed in black slacks and an open white shirt, revealing his well-manicured chest. I closed my eyes and inhaled the scented candles for the first time. I tried to hide my excitement at being in the presence of a man so fine.
He replaced the blindfold over my eyes and kissed me.
Immediately, I kissed him back, feeling my sweet spot betray me as it began to quiver. He picked me up and I wrapped my hands around his neck as he began to walk. I rested my head on his shoulder.
My final destination had the smell of fresh vanilla as he lowered me onto the bed. He knelt before me and proceeded to take my shoes off, massaging my feet.
“I can’t wait to taste you, feel you, to be inside you.” He took each toe into his mouth and sucked on it. “Mmmmm . . .” It felt so good and I knew it wasn’t supposed to. “Oh yeah, Iesha, baby, you taste so good.”
I shuddered at hearing her name, but came to the realization that I didn’t care anymore. I heard him fumbling with something. “Let’s see what else you have in this bag.”
I didn’t know what was in that bag, but I did know that James was amazing at sucking my toes and kissing my ankles. He rose up and pulled me to my feet, holding my waist. It dawned on me that he was unzipping my skirt. I grabbed his hand.
“It’s okay, baby, I’ll take really good care of you. I promise.”
Whether it was the wine or simply the yearning of my body, I released his hand, letting him continue. That voice was getting to me. It was so relaxing, mesmerizing. My skirt and thong fell to the floor.
Next he unbuttoned my blouse, and my nipples responded immediately as he unfastened my bra. I could feel his eyes on me.
“Damn, baby, your titties are huge.” He cupped one and I gasped. “You are absolutely beautiful naked.”
He placed each breast in his mouth and sucked, running his tongue around my nipples. Oh, my God, he makes me feel so good . . .
“C’mon, Iesha, I want to take you to the brink, baby. I want you to call me Daddy tonight.”
We kissed again, the warmth between my legs growing, my body betraying me. That voice—sweet, sensual, deep voice from this man was making my center ache with anticipation, a throbbing that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I threw away the blindfold and watched as he fumbled around the bag. After a few seconds, he pulled out something and showed it to me.
“You have a lot of nice toys in this bag. I would love to see what this rocket does to you.” He pulled me close and kissed my cheek, putting his tongue in my ear. “Shit, girl, you smell so good.” He ran his tongue along my shoulder up my neck to my ear, kissing my earlobe.
He pushed me back onto the bed and placed his hand in between my legs. He gently pushed my thighs open and I let him, realizing that it might be my one opportunity to let go.
“Yeah, let Daddy in, let me feel that pussy. I want you to cum for me, baby. I wanna feel you cum for me.” His fingers slid in and out of me and I was sure I had wet his bed with my love. “Yeah, mama, there you go.”
Jesus, he was pressing my button and . . . Oh my, what is that—that is not his finger. Not vibrating like that.
“Yeah, baby, you like that, don’t you? Doesn’t that feel good?” He set the vibrator on top of my clit and I jerked forward.
“Oooooohhhhh . . . mmmmm . . . that feels so good.”
He continued to finger me, the sensation incredible as the vibrator continued its buzzing. “Oh, my Jesus! Oh, shit!” Forgive me, Lord!
“Yeah, mama, c’mon and cum for Daddy. I knew you
had it in you.”