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Authors: Noelle Vella

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In a whisper, she said, “Yes.”
I lifted her chin with my finger, forcing her to look at me. My lips took hers, hands wandering to her ample hips, then to her full breasts. I parted her lips with my tongue, inviting myself into her mouth. A moan escaped from her throat. I pulled her closer to me, heat emanating from between her thighs. Pressing myself into her, I allowed her to feel what I was working with; that part of me that wished we weren't separated by something as trivial as clothing. Yeah, her mouth said her husband mattered, but her body was saying something entirely different.
Shell pulled back, her breathing hitched. “Carl, why? Why me?” Her self-esteem issues clearly evident.
I had been completely honest with her, and I wasn't about to start lying now.
I looked her in the eyes and said, “Because I want you.”
Chapter
9
Mischelle
I stood there looking at the man in front of me. We had come to a standstill. I'd invited him back to the house, inside of my personal space. Yet, I didn't think I could go through with the actual act of having sex with him. The room was dark, the only light was by the moon. The large bay windows were open and the nightlife of Tybee Island serenaded us. Storm clouds were rolling in as light rain started to fall. Downstairs, we'd left Gabby and Diego to their own devices.
Nervousness settled into my spine as I stood between Carl's legs while he sat on the edge of the bed. Gone were his shirt, slacks, socks, and shoes. All he had on were on his black boxer briefs that did little to hide his arousal. He mindlessly rubbed my thighs while he placed kisses against my stomach. I didn't have abs. Years of bad eating and minimal exercising had added fluffiness where flat planes should have been. Carl didn't seem to care though. All he'd wanted me to do was say yes . . . .
“Because I want you.”
Those had been the words that started it all. His words echoed loudly in my mind as he went back in for another kiss. He and I were outside. I was sitting on the hood of the rented truck. I had to admit, I was lost in the moment. I didn't know why, out of all the women in the small jazz club, he chose me. I wasn't going to act like I wasn't thrilled at the notion he had chosen me. I mean, they didn't grow men like Carl in Atlanta. Well, that was a lie. They grew them like Carl in Atlanta. It was just that those like Carl were attracted to the other men who looked like Carl.
Then, there was my husband. I sighed inwardly while Carl's hands explored my thighs and ass. Malik had basically forgotten what it was to romance me. Not that he'd been a big romancer to begin with, but at least he used to tell me how proud he was that I was his wife. Now, I got nothing. But, to be honest, I was tired of Malik taking over my weekend. Even though he was nowhere to be found physically, mentally, he'd been occupying my mind the whole trip thus far.
I let all thoughts of him go when Carl started to undo the buttons on my blouse. My breasts had already been put on display because of the sheer fabric, but that didn't seem to be enough for Carl. His big hands roamed over the swell of my breasts before he released them from their laced barriers. I was nervous. I couldn't lie. Was holding my breath until I felt his lips wrap around my nipples. I glanced around quickly before my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I wanted to make sure no one would catch us in the hedonistic act.
The back parking lot wasn't as crowded as the one nearest the club. Gravel crunched under Carl's shoes anytime he moved. Gabby had parked near the rear in a spot that wouldn't get us blocked in when it was time to leave. Low-hanging trees above hid us partially while the faint sounds of the ocean blended in with my heated moans and bated breaths.
I could feel his manhood trying to free itself from his imprisoned zipper. Found my hips rolling on their own while my back arched to give him easier access. I couldn't remember the last time a man had paid equal attention to both my breasts. Carl went from one to the other, licking, sucking, and tugging my nipples with teeth while he massaged my breasts . . . used the flat of his tongue in lapping motions all around the softest areas of them.
I reached for him, popped the buttons open on his shirt, then let my hands explore every part of his chiseled chest and abs. I could tell by looking at the way his shirt fit him that he spent a great deal of time in the gym, but actually being able to see them was a different thing altogether.
What in hell was I doing? I thought while I tugged the ends of his shirt free from his slacks. He stopped the nipple play, then admired his work just as I admired the firmness of his abs. They clenched under my intense gaze. The perfectly symmetrical V shape made me want to see how many licks it would take to get him to come.
I was way out of my element, but I didn't want to be reeled back in. I wanted to unbuckle his belt, slip my hands into his pants, and see if what was there looked as good as it felt pressed against my heat.
His tongue ran over his lips before he said to me, “What will it take to get you and me in the same room tonight?”
I knew what he was asking, but I was too embarrassed to come right out and tell him he could follow me back to my rented house on the beach so we could finish what we started.
“We can go back in the club,” I told him, jokingly. “We'd be in the same room together again.”
I smiled. He chuckled . . . gave my breasts a little more attention before approaching female giggles and male laughter forced him to stop. While he made sure my breasts had been hidden and blouse was buttoned, he didn't try to adjust his opened shirt. He took my hand and helped me from the hood of the truck. My legs were a bit weak from the tension of the moment. My lace boyshorts moved around a bit uncomfortably because of the wetness soaking them.
“What would you think of me if I had sex with you hours after meeting you?” I asked him.
I was a bit self-conscious about acting like a full-blown wanton brazen whore.
“I would think you were a woman in control of her sexual desires.”
“You wouldn't think I was tramp like your wife?” I asked. He grunted, then looked out over the area as if he was in thought. I continued, “I mean, after all, I'm a married woman too.”
Carl turned his attention back to me, pushed the ends of his shirt back, then slid his hands into his pockets. To be honest, after that small gesture, I didn't even remember what I had been asking him. The way his chest and abs sat chiseled like they had been carved out of stone had stolen my ability to form a complete thought. For a minute, under his intense gaze, my throat went dry. Hands started to sweat. All the moisture I had inside of me pooled to the seat of my panties.
Behind those thin, black-framed glasses was a look so primal and penetrating, it was almost animalistic. I bit down on my bottom lip as butterflies settled into the pit of my stomach. The wind started to make the leaves on the trees rock in a lazy, spellbinding dance.
“First of all, I don't know you well enough to call you a whore for your actions. And if you didn't have some apprehension that would bother me. Your reluctance to continue tells me you're not a woman who goes around slanging pussy to all suitors. All I see is a beautiful woman having the time of her life, and I'm offering her another way to live out a fantasy. For tonight, we can pretend I'm your husband and you're my wife. You've never cheated on me. I've never cheated on you, and I'm aiming to do whatever it takes to make you happy again,” he said, as he closed the gap between us again. His arms snaked around my waist; then his hands so elegantly palmed my ass. “All you have to do is say yes . . .”
And I did. I said yes. We headed back the club to search for Gabby who was already on her way out searching for me. Once she got done reading me my rights about running off without saying a word with a stranger I'd just met, I told her I wanted Carl.
“People want a lot of things—that doesn't mean they have to have them,” she quipped.
“Well, for once, I'm going to go for what I want, and I want him.”
She cast a glance behind me at Diego and Carl.
“You sure you want to do this?” she asked me.
I nodded. “I'm sure.”
“And I guess I'm supposed to entertain his friend while you and he play hide-and-go-get.”
I smiled, then gave Diego an up-and-down appreciative look. “You should be trying to climb that mighty sequoia.”
She couldn't hold her laughter. “What?” she blurted out.
I laughed with her. “You heard me. Climb, Gabby, climb.”
We both had a good laugh. Diego was a tall, strapping brother. His mixed heritage had brought out the best of both cultures in him. He was no slouch, and Gabby would be crazy to let all that slip away without at least a sample. Honey-golden eyes, strong chin with that perfect Werther's Original complexion, and a gait that made even me swoon. Normally, men his height had a kind of goofy disposition in the way they carried themselves, but not Diego. He stood like he'd invented
GQ
, same as Carl.
“I don't normally do this kind of crap, and you know this, but for you, I'll look the other way,” she said, finally agreeing to my terms.
I stood quiet for a minute. Couldn't believe I was about to partake in a one-night stand. The thought of what would happen if my husband ever found out almost made me change my mind. However, another look over at Carl made me throw caution to the wind.
Now my nervousness had gotten the better of me. I wanted to back off. Felt the urge to go back on that yes and tell him no. But he was sitting in front of me damn near naked. Underneath that expensive suit he wore showed there was more to Carl than met the eye. His suit had hidden the Kemetian tribal tattoo that covered his upper back. On his neck was an ankh tattoo while his arm boasted of the brand that told he'd pledged purple and gold. This man was a walking African god if I ever saw one, thick and sinewy with muscle.
He stood, and I found myself trying hard to breathe. I inhaled so hard my chest started to hurt. Was I really about to cheat on my husband? Should I even care at this point? There was a lump in my throat as I absentmindedly ran a hand through my braids. No, two wrongs didn't make a right, but, for once, I was thinking about doing something that would make
me
happy.
“Carl?” I called out to him just to slow down the moment.
“Shell.”
“What if we—what if we do this and neither one of us likes it?”
“There is always that possibility, but I'm guessing that you already know that won't be the case.”
Thunder boomed through the heavens right as lightning ripped across the sky. I jumped. Carl chuckled.
“You're nervous, and that's fine. If you don't want to do anything, just say so.”
Easier said than done,
I thought. My body was craving something that I hadn't had in over a year. My husband used to make me come, and he used to be very skilled in the oral sex department, but something had been missing as of late. I was always left needing more.
That didn't matter, though. Carl lifted me from the floor just as a strong wind blew into the room carrying a mist of rain behind it. He gently eased me onto the middle of the bed. I arched and moaned when he eased my underwear to the side, then let two of his long, thick fingers slip inside of me. My vaginal walls enclosed around his fingers. Eyelids fluttered when he expertly started to move them in and out of me.
“
Hmmmm,
” I gasped.
“Damn,” he murmured. “So wet and tight.”
He removed his fingers, urged me to lift my hips so he could drag my boyshorts down until he tossed them behind him. Kneeling down at the foot of the bed, he pulled me to him. Before I could brace myself for what was to come, he placed gentle kisses against my lips and pearl. Did that like he knew the ins and outs of my desires. He took his time while letting his tongue slip between my folds. There was nothing like a man who knew how to practice the art of oral sex.
My hands gripped the green comforter on the bed, then found his braided locs to hold him in place against my clitoris. My hips lifted from the bed to keep up with the intense pleasure he was giving me. I could only hope the roar of the storm could hide the cries of pleasure erupting from me. I rolled my hips in sync with the movements of his head. Felt myself about to release like never before. It had been so long since I'd had an orgasm that I was sure I was about to explode.
Just before I did, though, Carl pulled back. He stepped out of his boxer briefs and blessed me with the gift of sight. My eyes widened at the sight of his manhood. The long, thick, two-toned work of art was riddled with veins. I had a thing for dicks with visible veins. Meant the blood flow there was without obstruction. And it was clear where all the blood had rushed in Carl's body. When his dick bobbed up and down, I blew out air.
I watched as he grabbed the golden-wrapped condom, ripped it open, then slid it on. There was something sexy about a man putting on a condom. I couldn't explain it, but seeing a man take his safety just as seriously as I took mine turned me on. My eyes watched him as he crawled onto the bed, caged me between his arms, and then brought his lips back down to mine. His kiss had been a distraction. He kissed me so the surprise of his head breaking skin wouldn't cause me to lose my mind. God, he felt so damn good. I broke the kiss when I gasped out for air. Tiny whimpers of pain and pleasure told of my satisfaction.
“Oh shit,” I breathed out.
As he slinked deeper into me, he held eye contact. It was the most intense thing I'd ever experienced. I didn't know if he was really pretending I was his wife, and at that point, I didn't care. All I knew was when his hips started to rock against mine, everything seemed right in my world. It wasn't a slow groove, but it wasn't a fast one. It was one that told me he was looking for pleasure and aching to give it in return.
His breathing intensified with each stroke. I made sure to fight through my walls stretching to accommodate him. I forgot about the slight pain and focused on the deep pleasure. Carl was so deep, I couldn't tell where he ended and I began. His hands gripped mine and held them over my head before he moved his hands back down to hold my thighs. From my eyes, to my ears, to my lips, Carl kissed me. He didn't forget about my nipples either.

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