"I thought we could watch old movies on the big screen, but I wouldn’t be able to focus,” Khalid answered.
“Why is that?” Racquel purred.
“You’re making it difficult for me to keep my hands off you.”
“You don’t want me to be too easy, do you?”
“What’s the challenge in that?” Racquel hummed.
“There is none,” Khalid agreed.
Easing his chair back, Khalid stood up and extended his hand to her. Racquel eased her chair back and accepted his hand. Khalid helped to lift her to standing. They padded across the yard, Racquel’s bare feet feeling the soft grass underneath them.
“I’m already in my suit, but you are,” Racquel’s voice dropped off as she untied the robe and let it fall to the ground.
Before Khalid could only imagine what she would look like wearing the white one-piece with a peekaboo teardrop cutout slightly exposing her cleavage and the high rise cut showing off the thick of her thighs. He didn’t have to imagine anymore.
“Oh, my,” Khalid uttered as anthracite eyes took her in wholly.
“But you’re still dressed like that,” Racquel pointed out.
“Not for long,” he uttered.
Reaching down to the tail of his shirt, Khalid lifted it over his head, discarding it on the grass. He moved closer to her, then slowly lifted Racquel’s hand to his chest. The strength she imagined from a distance, and experienced only once, she felt up close. It was a wicked reminder of how she felt the first time they were flesh to flesh. Khalid’s raven skin was smooth, except for the rigged veins that trailed along his musculature. Racquel felt the thump of his heart against her hand. It matched the thump of her heart, beating hard in her chest. Racquel’s eyes momentarily left his as she looked down at her hand against him. They shared a moment, a thread of connectivity weaving between them. Their hands moved together, lower down to his ripped abs. Racquel traced them, each one, and her jewel screamed. Khalid never allowed his eyes to leave hers.
Racquel continued to be mesmerized by Khalid. He released her hand, placing it claimingly on her waist, but she continued to trace her fingers lower, finding the edge of his jeans, trailing a single finger lightly against the fabric. She lifted her other hand, unsnapping the button and lowering the zipper. Her eyes trailed upwards to find Khalid staring down at her, his eyes vacillating from her orbs to her lips and back to her orbs again. Khalid’s eyes returned to her mouth as he lowered his lips to meet hers. He moved his hands over the back of her neck then kissed her deeply. Khalid’s slow drugging kisses were an intoxicant, and Racquel found herself willing to drink more from him, her thirst becoming insatiable as their mouths melded together. When he moaned against Racquel’s lips, her jewel thumped ferociously in response. Racquel leaned in and kissed Khalid even more intensely, keenly aware of her own eager response to the flame of his kiss.
Racquel’s hands continued to trail the edge of the fabric around his waist, easing what kept him hidden from her off his hips, Khalid’s jeans and briefs falling to the ground. His lips pulled away from her.
“Now, I’m like this, and you’re,” his words fell off as he stepped out of the last of his clothing.
“Do something about it,” Racquel hummed against his mouth.
She only had to say it one time as Khalid eased the white straps from her shoulders. His hands didn’t stop moving until her beautiful body was fully revealed to him. He held her balance as Racquel stepped out of the bathing suit. This time, she reached for his hand. Khalid willingly followed her, his eyes admiring her curvy silhouette as Racquel walked on tiptoe to the beachfront entry of the pool. Looking over her shoulder, a sexy smile eased across Racquel’s pouty lips as she released Khalid’s hand, sashaying further into the water. Khalid stood where he was watching her, admiring her, longing for her. When Racquel disappeared under the water, her exquisite form moving effortlessly through the water, Khalid felt a hard thump in his chest and a hard thump in his loins.
He moved in her direction, slowly walking towards the deeper water. She surfaced like a mermaid, the turquoise water running over her face and then cascading from her. Khalid reached for her coiling her into him. But she was totally wet, Khalid was not. Racquel smiled as she hoisted herself, aided by the buoyancy of the water, and pushed Khalid down by the shoulders until he was fully submerged. He took her down with him, and their bodies danced in the multicolor water until it was hard to breathe.
They emerged together. They were both smiling, but the smiles didn’t last long. This time when Khalid reached for Racquel, he made sure she couldn’t get the jump on him by pulling a fast one. He reached for her wrists, and once he had them, pinned them behind her.
“Ah,” she gasped as his form moved in on her form, and his mouth found hers once again. The passion they shared was indescribable, their energies merging as their auras danced around them. Khalid released her hands and then trailed hot, lingering kisses down the length of her neck. Racquel felt her yoni thump in response. But he was not going to be the only one giving pleasure. She reached for him as well, taking the thickness of his manhood in her hands. Racquel pulled her mouth away from his as she slowly stroked his length, pulling in her bottom lip and releasing it slowly between her teeth. She was driving Khalid mad.
"Siobhan’s eyes darkened with pain as hot tears trembled on her lids before staining her cheeks. The agonizing maelstrom of emotions shook Siobhan to her core. As she felt her body racked from the tears she shed, Ameer swept her, weightless into the strength of his arms. When Siobhan lifted her eyes meeting his, the pain still flickered there. She dropped her lashes, trying to hide the heaviness centered in her soul. But he wouldn’t let her. Gently touching her chin, Ameer tilted Siobhan’s head, inclining her to him. His eyes searched Siobhan’s face, seemingly reaching into her thoughts. His gaze never wavered until she lifted her eyes to meet his. A look of exhausted sadness passed over her otherwise exquisite features, pricking Ameer’s heart so deeply, her hurt became his hurt.
“Let me put you to bed,” He whispered.
Siobhan didn’t have the energy for dissent. Reaching up, she laced her arms around Ameer’s neck, and he lifted her in the cradle of his arms as he stood to his full height. Siobhan’s head rested against his muscled chest as he carried her down the hall. When they reached Siobhan’s bed, Ameer lowered his frame, gently laying her down.
“Don’t leave me, please,” she beckoned.
Ameer stole a moment returning to the door of the bedroom, closing, and locking it. The few seconds he was away, Siobhan missed him; his nearness soothed the massive ache she had in her heart. When he climbed into the bed behind her, that feeling of comfort returned, as Ameer wrapped his arms around her, pulling Siobhan close, her body melding to his form, locking into his embrace.
“I’m right here,” Ameer breathed. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“I love you,” she uttered, gently turning in his arms to face him. The fringe of Siobhan’s lush lashes cast shadows on her cheeks as she raised her mouth, hoping he would kiss her in return. When he did, Siobhan felt such immense relief. But it was more than his reflected love. She felt the kind of relief that honesty brings, an unburdening of the weight that lingered, prolonged in the recesses of her heart. It was a kiss for Siobhan’s long tired soul to melt into. Her emotions skidded and whirled as he kissed her again, lovingly, tenderly, easily.
Ameer enveloped her and pulled Siobhan in close, courting her senses with gentle persuasiveness but only after he looked into the depths of her brown eyes, seeing that she wanted more of him.
“Are you sure,” Ameer uttered against the fullness of her lips.
Her eyes said yes. Her body said yes. Siobhan’s heart screamed, yes. Her soul cried yes before her lips uttered, “yes.”
Their mouths connected once more, first lightly, then profoundly as he tasted her tongue while she tasted his. Ameer liked the juices, textures, the spices of her. He needed to taste more than her mouth. She wanted more of him, too. She reached for the tail of his t-shirt, lifting it the length of him with Ameer helping the remainder of the way until his chiseled chest, broad shoulders, thickly corded arms were fully revealed. Siobhan’s t-shirt was next. Ameer eased her shirt up, grazing the swell of her breasts. Siobhan lifted her arms, giving him the ease of removing it fully.
When his hands found her flesh, Ameer slid a finger under the silky strap of her bra, sliding the straps off the curves of her shoulders, first one then the other, leaving a trail of tantalizing possessive kisses from her lips, down her neck, and to her center. Siobhan moaned as her body responded to Ameer’s masterful touch. Her breasts surged behind the intimacy of his mouth, caressing her swollen nipples. His hands seared a path down Siobhan’s abdomen that his mouth mimicked, sending currents of desire ebbing through her core. Ameer traced the outline of her pajama bottoms, his ardor, touching surprisingly restrained. He paused to kiss her belly, whispering sweet nothings as he eased the fabric barriers that covered her body. His large hands skimmed the curve of her hips and down the thick of her thighs, relieving her of her clothing. Siobhan writhed with the vacancy of his touch as Ameer eased from the bed, removing everything that could keep him from experiencing her fully. She felt the weight of his presence as he moved between her thighs, breathing deeply, taking in her essence. The first kiss to her jewel sent a surge of heated energy to Siobhan’s core.
“Ah,” she panted.
Parting her lips with his fingers, Ameer delved inside her folds with his tongue. Siobhan’s back arched without prompting. He plunged deeper, filling her walls, and licking her throbbing clit. Ameer pulled away, separating his lips from her flesh, and then blew softly. Siobhan quivered and clawed at the sheets balling the fabric under her tightening fists. When his mouth reconnected with her quaking jewel, Ameer lapped up the love juices Siobhan so freely surrendered. He wasn’t in any rush. Ameer wanted to explore her, arouse her, give her every pleasure she so deserved.
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