Chapter 16 Chapter 8 (ii)
Fae
Positioned between my thighs, he lifted his hips, ready to move again. He groaned with pleasure as he fit into me again tightly, smoothly… deliciously. I was really wet. Really, really wet. We moaned inside our clinging kiss.
And then he possessed me, truly, this time. He placed a pillow beneath my buttocks, held my feet above his shoulders, and I felt fully penetrated. Full concentration was on his face, strong and fast thrusts. I was soaking in my juices, and he was like a piston, and the sound was most arousing. Skin slapping, moans and panting, utterly filled the whole room.
My second orgasm was such that I moaned like he was killing me. And again, he brought me down by kisses. Many kisses. Hundreds of kisses and caresses. He recovered me by his sweaty skin deliberately rubbing and slipping against my sweaty skin. We were a mess. Sensual mess. We smelled of divine sweat and sex.
And then he was thrusting in and out again, those eyes ceaselessly watching. “Give me one more, babe. Fae... I need one more from you.”
“Ahh... Jigo. It feels so good but—”
“Give it to me, baby. C’mon.”
I closed my eyes, unable to speak coherent words. I couldn’t even explain what was happening to me. How many times could a woman cum? Because I felt...
My body trembled and my back arched as I exploded again...
I was being carried to the bathroom when I finally opened my eyes. He slowly slid me to the tiled floor when we got there, played with the knobs and then I was being showered under the warm spray of the showerhead. He was gone a second, and when he came back, he was carrying bottles that looked like feminine bath essentials.
I stood there, not sure what I was to do in the first few seconds. How did one take a shower with someone? But he was taking a bottle of shampoo from the stash he’d laid on the shelf under a small bathroom cabinet, and it was pink.
“Is it okay if I use this on you? Don’t worry, it’s Lola Leah’s. She would sometimes visit and would stay here in another room.”
“Yes, of course. Thank you.” I was grateful. I did not know what to feel if it happened to be one of his women’s left things, but I appreciated that he didn’t let me get there. I didn’t really want to know.
And then he shampooed my hair. Before I could say anything, he’d poured a small dollop of the shampoo on his palm and was washing my long hair. My hands felt very empty as I again stood there. But when I caught a glimpse of his face, I saw that he was grinning.
I couldn’t help smiling myself. “Thank you.”
Instead of replying, he swooped down with a kiss. A kiss that would have gone longer had he not raised his head with a sigh. I was discovering that Jigo was actually a kisser, as I was kissed several more times during that shower, as I was washed and as I helped rub his back with his loofah. There were sputtering and laughter and giggles. I was covered completely with his large, dark brown towel. He was a hugger, too, as I was hugged and kissed a few more times as he used the hair blower to my hair.
We were back in his bed after that. I didn’t realize it was still very early until he told me that I could still sleep if I wanted to. A yawn had escaped me when his fingers massaged my scalp while finishing drying my hair.
“What do you usually do in the mornings?” I asked as he was ushering me back to bed.
“Run.”
“You still can do that. I don’t want to disrupt—”
I was stopped by a kiss. So that’s how we ended up spooning on the bed under the blankets in the early half of that morning.
It was a wonder to me at first that I could sleep with him—I was talking about the Spencer Jigo Myrick—consciously. But when I woke up again in his arms in a room that was lighter now because the rays of a higher sun in the sky was trying to get through the elegant blinds on the windows, I didn’t even remember falling asleep.
I felt his kiss on my naked shoulder. I turned my head, and his pull had me flat on my back as his mouth thoroughly kissed me like he was just waiting for me to wake up.
When he raised his head, he was smiling. And there was no answer to that but another smile. “You must be thinking I haven’t had sex for a while.”
A small snort escaped me. I began to feel a gentle flush climbing up my neck to my face. “I really didn’t know what to think before you said that.”
“Now?” he persisted. That was another revelation. I never observed him persisting for an answer from anyone before.
But I said, “I can never believe you haven’t had sex for a while, Jigo. C’mon…”
He lowered his head to brush the top of his nose to mine. “I—”
“Am not really sure I want to know,” I said.
“Hmmm… that’s okay.” He kissed me on the side of my neck. “I just want you to know… this wanting to have you again has nothing to do with whatever’s outside of this room.”
He raised his head, and his face was tender and serious. “Everything since last night has been wonderful. And I’m hungry for you again… unless you’re done with me.”
I giggled. He made it sound as if I was the one tired of him complete with sexy, pouting lips. As if that was possible. The moment I turned and saw his sleepy eyes and those greedy lips, that spot where my womb was supposed to be reacted. I was getting warm down there, and fuzzy and ticklish. As if it was anticipating the attention again.
This was crazy. And wonderful. And breathtaking. I was in bed with Jigo, and he was an amazing lover. There was no other place I’d like to be right now. I felt lucky he stalked me all the way to the bar. I couldn’t even tell him how much.
And just like that, I was thinking of Carl again.