I unbuckled my belt and pulled it off then unzipped my pants. She was disrobing as well. Her skin was glistening against the light. Every curve looked edible. I was going to make sure to take my time with her.
She stepped into the shower and winked at me. She knew just how badly I needed her.Damn.
I pulled up to her place in my black silk pajama pants and a tank. I grabbed my garment and duffel bags then headed up to the fourth floor. She was standing outside the door leaning against the frame with an eagerness that kept my eyes glued to hers.
As I approached her, she silently led me into her space. It smelled like fresh linen and lavender. I kicked off my slides then followed her to her bedroom. Her closet door was already open for me and I couldn’t help but smile. She already knew what I would do first. I never threw my things around her place. I always went to the closet. I hung up my garment bag and threw my duffel under it.
When I walked out of the closet, Brandy lay in the middle of the bed in nothing but her silk robe. It fell off her shoulders and bunched up, exposing only the tops of her breasts. Her legs glistened against the low light and I wanted nothing more than to rub that shea butter in even more, just so I could touch her longer than she’d probably allow at this hour.
Brandy pulled the blanket and motioned for me to climb into bed. I took my tank off and did as requested. She stood and pulled her half of the blanket back then let her robe drop to her feet. She was wearing a white lace, strapless bustier with the matching thong.
Before I could react, she climbed into bed then straddled me. Her lips crashed into mine and her fingers slid through my hair. The second our tongues collided, she pulled away and smirked.
“I’ve missed you, Armond,” she said breathlessly.
“I’ve missed your pretty ass too, honeybee. Come here.”
I forced her to curl up against me. Our legs entwined and a smile grew on her face.
“I guess you do listen,” she said softly.
“What do you mean?” I knew exactly what she meant.
“I said no funny business and you’re making sure I stick to that,” she mumbled.
I let out a light chuckle then wrapped my arm around her and kissed the top of her head.
“Is this what you imagined sleeping with me would be like?”
“Naw, not really,” she replied.
“And why is that? Because you want me to serve you proper before we pass out?”
“Yes.”
“Well, my lady said we weren’t on that tonight so I’m going to stick to that and not get cussed out in the morning for keeping you up all night and leaving you too exhausted to teach your class.”
She giggled. “Yeah, okay, okay. You got me on that.” She playfully hit my chest then snuggled her head into the cuff of my armpit and chest.
“Woman.”
“You smell good. Leave me alone.”
“And you’re comfortable being in my armpit?”
“At least I know you’re clean.” She giggled and couldn’t even take herself seriously.
She scooted up a little to rest directly on my pec. She traced the tattoo on my chest, laugh now, cry later masks. She then trailed my abs and landed on the hair trail that led to my dick. She stopped at my pajama pants then trailed her way back up.
Her touch was so light that I found deep comfort in it. My eyes closed and I expelled a sigh. I was trying my best to stick to my guns and not put my lips all over her. I wanted to show her that our encounters didn’t always have to end sexually. That we could enjoy each other as a couple deeper than appearance. I damn sure felt more than just a physical attraction to her.
“Armond, I have a question,” she mumbled, half asleep.
“What’s good?”
“Why do you use your mother’s last name and not your father’s, even though you hate her more than him?”
The hairs on the back of my neck rose. I hadn’t been asked much about my parents, at least to this extent. Shit, how did she even know that?
