I extended my hand and rubbed the backs of my fingers down her cheek. She closed her eyes and smiled, pressing into my touch.
“I want you, Kayn, but I want you to know that I understand your reservations. I would never do anything to harm you, and I would never regret you. Just so you know.”
When she turned her face and kissed my fingers, I had to let her know that she mattered to me. I cupped her chin and turned her back to face me.
“All I’ve wanted since I first kissed you is you, Kandi. Don’t get it twisted. My reservations have nothing to do with my desire. It’s all about protecting you because Idocare about you, and I know I’ll hurt you.”
“I don’t think you will.”
“If I have you, shit ain’t ever gon’ be the same.”
“It shouldn’t be.”
Slowly, I lowered my head and took possession of her lips.
Kandi’s hands pressed into my back. Her fingers were warm, delicate, and soft. It was as though she was trying to memorize every muscle and ripple in my back. When she slid them down again, she squeezed my ass cheeks through the towel wrapped around my waist.
“Hey, you don’t do that to me. I do that shit to you.”
She giggled, and I covered her mouth with mine, swallowing her giggles and stealing her breath. She allowed me to slide my tongue inside. Her moans and the way she kissed me in return were greedy and eager.
“Who’s here?” I asked when I finished kissing her.
“No one. When we got back, your aunt dragged your uncle out for lunch at the diner. Olivia and Byron said they needed to go back to the house and pick up a few items, which prompted Myra to ask Chauncey to walk with her to her house too.”
“And the twins?”
“Down the street at their friend’s house playing video games.”
“And I have you all to myself?”
She nodded eagerly. My hand went to her sweater, and I tugged at the hem of it.
Kandi wiggled and shifted around so that I could pull it up. I tugged and tugged until I pulled it over her head. My fingers brushed her nipples through the lace of her bra, and she moaned in my mouth.
I briefly wondered what it would be like to taste every part of her body. Was she sweet like her name? I had a feeling that she was and that I wouldn’t be disappointed when I finally got my first taste of her.
I sat on the edge of the bed and pulled her between my legs. My fingers ran over one breast and then the other one before I latched on to her left nipple. My eyes fluttered closed at the sweet taste of her in my mouth. Her bodywash not only smelled like honey, but it also tasted like honey.
Kandi’s hands grabbed my head and held it tight, securing me against her. I scraped my teeth against her hard nipple, and she moaned and arched her back. I sucked them desperately.
She pulled back from me long enough to remove her bra, jeans, tights, panties, and socks. When she stood before me in all her amber beauty, I just stared at her body for a long time. She was so beautiful, a perfectly handcrafted gift made just for me from the Master’s hands.
I wasn’t a religious man, but I was deeply spiritual. I knew Almighty God was the only one who kept me safe in the streets during those early years, just like I knew that He led Kandi to my door.
“Do you know what I’m about to do to you?”
“I hope it’s what I’ve been fantasizing about for a long time.”
“How long?”
“Since the day I first saw you.”
Kandi moved to her purse and grabbed it. I figured she was getting some condoms, but she pulled out her phone instead. I frowned at her and asked, “What’re you doing?”
“You show me yours, and I’ll show you mine,” she answered and turned the phone to me.
She was showing me her stats. I moved and did the same. When we put our phones away, I pulled her to me. Thoughts of STD tests, sexual harassment, and condoms flowed out of my mind when I caught her up in my arms. I kissed away every doubt and concern that either of us had.
