Chapter 64 Experiment (5)
I cross-checked my undies again, they were my preferred favorite color; red. I didn't want him to think that I didn't come prepared.
But we were not having sex, I smirked at myself.
Then I put on my white tee top on jean short skirt, and spritzed a hint of Victoria's Secret perfume whilst nodding at my reflection in the mirror.
Jamal's place was trekable, he lived alone in a rather small but cozy apartment. The interior was decorated with pictures of bare-chested models of older men.
I moved towards the plush chairs, I was nervous that I needed to sit.
"Do you need some water, wine, or coffee?" He asked me.
"Nope, I'm fine," my butt landed in the soft chairs.
He eyed me closely. "Last chance, Davina. You can turn back if you don't want this," he warned, stretching his hand towards me.
I took his hand without hesitation, "No, I want to do this. I came here on my own free will. I do have a problem though." My heart was hammering now as his eyes probed me to talk.
"What about your girlfriend?"
"Girlfriend?" He chuckled, soft and low in the base of his throat.
"The girl I saw you with the other day," I quipped, bruising my eyes to the pictures plastered on the wall.
The corners of his lips curled up, his hand squeezed my hand affectionately. "I didn't think you would bring that up."
I yanked my hand from him. He laughed, grabbing my hand quickly.
"That was my sister, Davina. She came to visit me the time you saw her with me. Why would you care if I have a girlfriend or not, we are not in a sort of relationship," his voice cracked with a tease.
I shrugged, walking around while his eyes followed me.
Of course, I wasn't jealous of his sister.
I was only trying to be cautious.
I didn't want any girl waylaying me in the future.
"I know what you want, you want to be in the mood," in a proud stride, he crossed over to the other side of the room and started the audio tape- playing a soft tone of Spanish Guitar by Toni Braxton.
My lips stretched into a smile as I watched him slowly tilt and sway his body to the sonorous sound.
"You listen to her?" I let out a laugh, walking towards him.
"Yeah. Although I'm not much of a romantic, I just love the feel of the song. This shouldn't be the song for the mood, but..," he shrugged, letting his hands circle my waist.
I laughed, allowing my legs to move to his touch.
He was good though, making me feel at ease despite our initial hate for each other.
"Can I start now? We don't want to waste the mood," his voice was low and sexy.
My eyes swished to his eyes boring into me. My breath ragged, my palms clammed but I placed those palms on his shoulders to steady myself.
This was it.
No sex, just touching.
"Breathe Davina, I don't bite. Or rather, you can close your eyes if that would ease you up a bit," he advised.
I took his advice, and for the first time, my other senses seemed alerted by his masculine presence.
First, I caught a whiff of his Nightwalker Eau De Perfume. It was masculine and spoke more of his aura and charm.
One of his hands which encircled me rose to my face, the texture of his hand was harsh but mild on my skin.
My breath hitched as his fingers glided to my face, stroking my brows, cheeks and eyes. He took his time, toying with the bridge of my nose before taking a tilt at my lips.
"You have the most seductive lips," his voice evoked a stir in me.
How could he be reckless with his words?
What if I lose myself?
He outlined the intricate lines of my lips, brushing his fingers against each lip to fulfill his hungry hands. On the other hand, he guided me closer to him while the music swerved into another song by Toni Braxton.
I gasped, pinning my hands firmly on his shoulders hoping my feet wouldn't give way.
His hands returned to my hair, letting loose of the band holding it. When the strands fell, both hands of his gilded through the luxurious texture.
"You should see yourself, as a perfect creature."
It was as if his voice waltzed close to my ears, betraying every common sense in me. I wanted to touch him as well, probably to know if he was hard while touching me.
The heat was growing in me as his hands skated over to my neck, making the heat linger a moment longer.
My mouth fell open as my breaths deepened.
"I'm barely getting started, Davina," he whispered again, trailing light caresses down my arms.
His touches evoked a need in me. I wanted to see him, wanted to watch him while he touched me. Would opening my eyes betray my emotions?
Slowly, I let my eyelids snap open, my eyes found him and I visibly recognized the desire in his eyes.
He had an impassive look but his hand held so much. Wanting to know more, my eyes flicked to his waist and slid to his trousers.
He was wearing loose trousers, I couldn't detect his need for me. My eyes returned to his eyes when his hands found my breasts.
"You're wearing brassieres?" He noted.
"Yes," my voice was inaudibly low.
He smirked, "Allow me," his hands dived under my top.
My breath caught in my throat as I felt his hands on my skin. My eyes gradually flipped closed, letting the moment tease me into ecstasy.
His fingers unclasped my A-cup sized brassieres, and let them fall while his curious fingers began to inspect the outline of my curves.
I had a modest bust, firm, and perky nipples.
I heard his breath catch in his throat as his fingers roam the area around my nipples.
Was he hard as well?
He was good at concealing his desires.
My hands strolled downwards without meaning to - to his broad chest.
And when I opened my eyes again, he was trying to read the expression on my face.
I wanted more.
Probably a mind-blowing kiss.
I bit my lower lip to indicate that.
His mouth tilted into a smile, "you like it?"
His hands captured my breasts and I gasped loudly, my knees buckling to his fierce touch.
He was quick to grab me, holding the small curve of my back while his eyes probed deep into my eyes.
Couldn't he just take the hint and kiss me?
The silence stretched between us until the ring of his phone broke through the thickened silence.
Jamal extricated me from his arms, before going over to the audio tape to turn it off.
That was when I saw it!
The outline of hi
s pecker; proud, huge, and hot to the eyes.
My tongue flickered my lips as I returned to his burning gaze.
He had caught me watching him.
Maybe, we would do something better other than touching, I presumed.
"What? Where are you?" His voice broke into my reverie, bringing me back to reality.
Something was wrong.