The fact that they made it upstairs to Keisha’s floor at all was a miracle in itself. In the car, in the lobby, in front of the hotel elevators, and in the elevators, every touch turned into a kiss and every kiss turned into a caress. Keisha had never in her life been so overwhelmed by heady lust. It was almost like being drunk. She felt disoriented and completely dazed. It was wonderful!
They stumbled out of the elevator with lips still locked. Keisha smiled as she tugged her mouth away and pointed down the hallway. “I’m over here,” she said, quickly digging into her purse in search of her room’s key card.
Will grinned and ran his hands over her hips. “Lead the way.”
It’s really happening, Keisha thought with excitement as she walked down the hotel room corridor with Will trailing at her heels.
It sure is. And you have absolutely no idea what you’re doing, a warning voice in her head said in return.
Keisha paused. The voice was right. This would be the first time she had slept with a man since college. What if she seemed awkward? What if she couldn’t do it? Her hands began to shake as she inserted the plastic key card into her hotel room door. She repeated the step over and over again, too nervous to notice that the green light had flashed.
“I think you can open it now,” Will whispered against her ear. Exasperated, she quickly nodded before tugging the brass handle down and pushing the door open.
Great, I can’t even open a door by myself, she thought glumly. Get it together, Keisha!
The room was dark save for a desk lamp in the corner that she had left on before heading to the debate. Keisha turned on the overhead light, swallowed loudly and walked to the other side of the room, leaving a now confused Will to awkwardly stand in the center of the brown paisley carpet. He frowned.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh, I’m fine. Just fine. M-m-make your…make yourself at home,” she said with false cheeriness. She tugged off her suit jacket and placed it on the back of the desk chair, then tossed the hotel room key on the table. Keisha couldn’t meet his eyes though she could feel his gaze on her as she clumsily circled the room, trying to think of something to say, something that would calm her nerves. Or better yet, she hoped for some way to dissipate the cloud of heat that seemed to be enveloping her.
What am I doing? What the hell am I doing?
“I’m sorry about the room being so hot,” she blurted out as she flapped her hands in front of her chest. “I’ve called maintenance but I still can’t figure out how to lower the thermostat.”
He shrugged. “I feel fine.”
“Well, good for you. But I’m burnin’ up!” She then laughed and snorted.
Oh, God, I’m snorting, she thought. Stop snorting, Keisha! Stop snorting!
“W-w-would you like a drink?” she asked. She turned her back to him and rushed over to the leather-bound hotel menu that sat near the big-screen television. “It’s a three-star hotel, so no bar in the room, unfortunately. But,” she said as she ran her fingers over the wine list, “I think they have a decent wine selection downstairs that room service could—”
Keisha finally stopped talking when she felt herself being whipped around. Will lowered his searing mouth to hers, parting her lips and kissing her as hungrily as he had in the elevator. She sighed, all nervousness evaporating as she wrapped her hands around his neck. She stood on the tips of her toes, leaning into him, firmly kissing him back. He tilted back her head and their kiss deepened. After several seconds she could no longer determine where her mouth and tongue ended and his began. Keisha was sinking into him, into lust again, and she made no attempt to pull herself back to the surface.
She almost whimpered when Will abruptly pulled his mouth away. She stared up at him, completely dazed.
“Your phone’s ringing,” Will said.
“Huh?” she murmured dreamily, her hands still wrapped around his neck.
“Your phone is ringing,” he repeated slowly as he tapped the BlackBerry on her hip.
The spell now broken, Keisha reached down to remove the device from its holster and looked at its glass screen. “Oh, hell,” she muttered as she scanned the number.
Will quickly shook his head. “Don’t answer it.”
“Will, it’s Phillip,” she said as the BlackBerry continued to buzz. “I have to answer it.”
“No, you don’t,” he replied, He snatched the BlackBerry out of her hand and tossed it across the room, making her mouth drop open in shock.
“Hey!” she exclaimed. “That phone cost me almost $200!”
Will pulled out his BlackBerry from his suit jacket. “And this cost me $300,” he said. He hurled it across the room in the same direction as her phone, making her laugh in amazement. “No phones tonight,” he pronounced, fixing her with a steady gaze. “No campaign managers. No elections. None of that crap! Tonight it’s just about us.” He pointed his finger at his chest and then hers. “You and me. That’s the only way this is going to work. Agreed?”
She slowly smiled and took a deep breath. “Agreed.”
“Good,” he said.
Keisha yelped in surprise as Will wrapped one hand around her waist and, with the other, gripped her bottom as he hoisted her onto the cherry wood desk behind them. The table groaned slightly under her weight. He kissed her again, towering over her, gripping the back of her neck with one hand while the other snaked its way to the small of her back, pressing her against him. She could barely breathe as their tongues danced. It sounded as though a freight train was going past the hotel window but it was really her heart thudding wildly, making the blood pound in her ears. Keisha’s eyelashes lowered just as Will’s hands moved nimbly to her thighs. In a matter of seconds he hoisted her skirt to her waist, parted her legs, and forced himself between them in one fluid move. He then pushed her thighs further apart, dragging her knees to his waist. Keisha’s eyes flashed open again. Alarm bells went off in her head the second she felt the crotch of her white silk panties being roughly pushed aside. She then watched in horror as Will began to tug at his pants zipper. Suddenly, decade-old reruns of the college point guard and his dorm room started to play. Not like this, Keisha thought. Not like this! Frightened that this would turn out the same way, Keisha attempted to grab Will’s hands.
“Stop,” she said against his mouth. “Please, stop!” she pleaded, pushing against his chest.
They lurched to a halt again. Will pulled away, gazing down at her angrily. “What?”
“I need you to…to stop, Will,” she said slowly. “Please.”
“But why the hell should I…We’ve come this far and now you just want to…This is…This is just bull…,” he sputtered, before turning away from her to regain his calm. She watched as Will took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell at you. It’s just…I thought…I thought you wanted this, too,” he said quietly.
“I did…I mean I do…I just…” She sighed as she pushed back down her skirt and slid off the desk. “I just need for this to move a little…slower.”
He gazed at her with disbelief. “Slower?” he asked, as if the idea was preposterous, as if he had already been pushed to the brink too many times.
“Just be patient with me. Okay?” she pled softly. “It’s not you. It’s just that I’m…I’m out of practice…with all of this. It’s been a while.”
He stepped aside and let her walk over to the hotel bed. Keisha sat on the tan comforter, keeping her eyes firmly fixed on the carpeted floor as she held her head in her hands.
“How long is ‘a while’?” he asked, adjusting his pants so that his protruding manhood wasn’t quite so uncomfortable.
She closed her eyes and sighed, now thoroughly humiliated. “Twelve years,” she said in a barely audible voice.
“Twelve years?” His eyes widened. “You haven’t had sex since you were…what?” He narrowed his eyes as he counted in his head. “Seventeen years old?” She could hear the disbelief.
“I’ve been really busy, I guess,” Keisha joked with a wry smile, though her heart wasn’t in it. She slowly shook her head. Good job, Keisha, she thought. He wasn’t going to have the thrill of having sex with a virgin, and she doubted that a guy like him would be willing to slog his way through a refresher tutorial with someone whose entire sex life to date had lasted for ten painful minutes.
“I’m sorry,” she mumbled as she pushed dark tresses out of her face. “I know I should have told you earlier but…I didn’t know how to…approach something like this.” She hesitated. “Look, I understand if you want to leave.”
“Why would I want leave?” he asked as he shrugged out of his suit jacket and loosened his necktie.
She shrugged. “It’s obvious you expected things to go a lot faster. Now you have me turning on the red light. It has to be frustrating for you.”
She watched as Will dropped to his knees and knelt in front of her. He placed his index finger under her chin and raised it, so that he could look her in the eyes. “I’d say that it’s more of a yellow light than a red light,” he joked. He then gently rubbed her legs and smiled, teasing her as he let his long fingers trail up her calves and then along the outside of her thighs, making her tingle. “Look, Keisha, we’ll take this as slow or as fast as you want to go. All right?” He then lightly kissed her lips, gliding over them softly. “We’ve got all night and I’m not going anywhere. I promise.”
She lowered her lashes and leaned her forehead against his own, so grateful that he understood. He was willing to be gentle with her, to go slower—if that was what she needed. It wouldn’t have to be a hurried consummation on a hotel desk.
Keisha sighed. She could feel herself opening up to Will Blake, and not just sexually. She closed her eyes as she hesitantly brought her mouth back to his, cupping his face in her hands as she did so. Within seconds, she resolved herself to an undeniable fact. She was losing her heart to Will. There was no point in fighting it anymore.
They slowly fell back against the mattress and instead of Will kissing her hungrily as he had before, he toyed with her mouth for several minutes, slowly licking the inside of it, lightly tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth. Keisha could feel her breath leaving her as she closed her eyes. Her heart pounded wildly and a warm wetness pooled between her thighs as he showered her with languorous kisses and caresses and raked his fingers over her body. She was so lost in the sea of sensation that she barely noticed when he pulled her shirt out of her skirt. “Raise your arms,” he whispered against her ear. She did as he ordered and watched as her shirt was tugged over her head and tossed to the hotel floor, revealing the white lace bra underneath. Will paused. His eyes darkened. Keisha suddenly realized that he was the first man in a decade to see her in her underwear.
He didn’t unhook the back clasp of her bra—at least not initially. Will simply tugged the bra up, pushed it higher so that her breasts were exposed. He then lowered his mouth to one dark, taut nipple, causing Keisha to breathe in sharply. She wrapped her hands around the back of his head, running her nails through his hair as she arched her back to meet his mouth. He toyed with each breast, flicking his tongue over each nipple, suckling them gently and then at times tugging them with his teeth. Just when she felt she couldn’t take any more, Keisha felt her skirt being hoisted up again. Her legs tightened instinctively as his large hand reached between her thighs. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I won’t hurt you.” She took a deep breath and relaxed slightly, allowing his hand to search there. Within seconds he was past the silk of her panties, touching the slick, quivering flesh underneath. She moaned as she felt his fingers gently kneading the warm spot, coaxing it open to him, while his mouth continued to play at her breast. Oh, God, this is torture, Keisha thought, gazing up drunkenly at the hotel’s popcorn ceiling. But whoever thought torture could feel this good?
Minutes later, he pulled his mouth away from her and she gazed up at him, completely dazed. Keisha blinked. She was halfway naked while Will, with the exception of his discarded necktie and open shirt, was completely clothed. “Raise your hips,” he ordered gruffly. Keisha complied, knowing that at this point if he told her to jump on one foot and bark like a dog, she probably would. He unzipped her skirt and tugged it off, along with her panties, pulling them both over her hips and then tossing them over his shoulder. They landed on the same heap as her discarded shirt. She wondered as he loomed over her what he planned to do to her next. She got her answer when he lowered his mouth to her stomach, leaving a languid, wet trail down the center. She allowed herself to enjoy the sensation but immediately cried out in surprise when his head dipped lower and his mouth nestled between her thighs.
Keisha’s heavy moans grew louder as his mouth and tongue caused the throbbing at her center to radiate upward, downward, all over her body. Her legs and hips tensed, trembled and bucked helplessly as if she were in pain, though this was the sweetest pain she had ever felt. Keisha bit down hard on her lower lip to try to stifle the moans but she couldn’t, feeling her chest rapidly rise and fall each time Will flicked his tongue or moved his mouth. Is this what she had been missing for the past eleven years? Good God, she thought. Don’t stop, Will. Don’t stop. She had a lot of years of lost pleasure to make up for.
But he did stop, leaving her with an ache that made her let out a soft whimper. Keisha rose from the bed, no longer afraid. Like a wild woman, she clawed at him, ripping at the buttons of his shirt and reaching for his belt buckle as she kissed him eagerly. She was too blinded by hunger to notice that Will had only paused to reach into his pocket to retrieve a condom. He was just as eager to remove his clothes as she was and did so within seconds. Keisha finally felt Will’s warm body against hers, the taut muscle and skin now slick with sweat. She raised her leg and felt his manhood jerk against it. This time she didn’t tense up when he slid her thighs apart and nestled his body between them. She arched her hips in anticipation.
But the sharp pain that followed as he entered her was unexpected. Keisha cried out against his lips and dug her nails into his back. She breathed in and out sharply, feeling betrayed by the sudden change in sensation. This wasn’t her first time! Why was her body betraying her this way?
“You have to spread wider, wider,” he murmured breathlessly, looking down at her. “That’s the only way I’ll get in.”
Despite the pain, she nodded and spread her thighs as far as they would go. Will then cupped his hands under her bare bottom, raised her hips, and tried again.
This time, she moaned. He was right. The feeling was much smoother. With his lips and his body on top of hers, Keisha felt that she was gliding, floating even. Her cries and moans of delight were answered with his grunts and then cries of his own. The couple joined in a primal dance, their hips moving rhythmically as they met one another with each thrust. Keisha’s heart thudded like a bass drum. Her spine arched. Her eyes rolled back and she shouted when she came. She went limp as Will’s entire body jerked. He then did the same before collapsing on top of her.
The two lay in silence for several minutes. Keisha tentatively kissed Will’s shoulder and gently rubbed her head. He sighed as he flopped onto his back.
“Twelve years, huh?” he murmured.
She smiled and nodded. “I know. What a way to make up for lost time.”
At that, he chuckled.
Keisha then turned onto her side. She let an elbow rest on Will’s chest, trailing her fingers along the light, curly hairs that lurked on his chiseled stomach. “Sorry you had to do all the work.”
He vigorously shook his head, chuckling again. “Don’t apologize. You did absolutely fine. Great, in fact. I was just happy to be there.”
She tilted her head. “Really?”
“Really. Trust me.”
Keisha smiled mischievously. She tossed her hair over her shoulder and slowly climbed on top of Will, straddling his waist.
“Imagine how good I could be if I actually tried,” she said seductively as she lowered her mouth to his. “Care to see?”