Kem held on to Brent’s hand as he led her inside his two-story, newly renovated home located in the heart of Baldwin Hills. It looked nothing like the bachelor pad she’d imagined him having. Instead, it looked as if it could have been featured in an edition of Architecture Design with its Mediterranean style and high ceilings.
“You have a beautiful home,” Kem acknowledged as he led her down the long hallway.
“Thank you. It took some work, but I finally got it fixed up the way I want it.” Brent opened the door, exposing a huge den. He flipped a switch on the wall and the room lit up showcasing a bar on the right with barstools around it and a huge couch expanding over most of it. A large projector-style television screen extended from the wall on the opposite side of the room.
Brent walked behind the bar. “I make a good mojito.”
Kem smiled. “I’ll have one of those.”
Kem watched Brent remove some limes from the small refrigerator and retrieve the rum and other items he needed to make the drink from underneath the cabinet. He put it in a container, shook it up and poured the mojito into two glasses.
“Why don’t we go sit on the couch?” Brent asked.
“Sure. I’m following your lead,” Kem responded. She got off the barstool and picked up her drink.
Brent held his drink in one hand and a black remote in the other. He hit a few buttons on the remote and sounds of Anthony Hamilton filled the room from the surround sound speakers.
Brent motioned for Kem to sit down. She took a seat and began to sip her drink. Brent did the same.
Being in close proximity to Brent increased Kem’s body temperature. She took a huge gulp of her drink hoping to cool off.
Brent placed his glass down. “I think you need to relax a little more.”
“I’m fine,” Kem responded.
Brent ignored her. He got down on bended knee and removed the shoe from her left foot. He massaged it. “How do you like that?”
Kem leaned her head back and closed her eyes. “Don’t stop. It feels good.”
He removed the shoe from her right foot and repeated the process.
“You may have missed your calling because you give a great foot massage,” Kem joked. She opened her eyes and looked downward. She wasn’t expecting to see the fire in the eyes that stared back at her.
Brent stopped massaging her feet. He took the glass she held and placed it on the table behind him. Brent went back to massaging her feet then began planting kisses on her ankle and worked his way up her thighs, while using his hands to push her dress over her hips.
Kem could have stopped him but she didn’t want to. He removed her black-laced thong and continued to kiss between her thighs. She moaned with pleasure the moment his lips touched her in her most private place. His mouth made love to her in a way that she’d never experienced.
“Ooh Brent,” she moaned over and over.
The more she moaned, the more skilled he got with his mouth. Her legs trembled and locked around his neck as she climaxed against his tongue.
He eased from between her legs and without saying a word, he stood and gathered Kem in his arms and carried her to his bedroom.
Kem wasn’t used to giving up control but with Brent it came natural. He placed her on the floor beside his king-size bed. He unzipped her dress and it fell to the floor revealing her perky thirty-eight double D breasts.
Brent’s mouth devoured her full lips. He eased his tongue inside her mouth and their moans filled the room. Kem used her hands to unbuckle his pants.
She fell back on the bed as Brent stepped out of his pants and got on top of her but not without cupping one of her breasts with his hand. He sucked on her nipples causing her to get wetter and wetter.
Brent stopped and removed a condom from his nightstand. Kem took the condom from him and with their eyes locked, she placed the condom on his long stiff manhood.
He eased inside of her and Kem bit her bottom lip. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he went deeper and deeper inside her.
Brent felt like he’d come home the moment he entered Kem. He couldn’t control himself as she matched his thrusts stroke for stroke. When her legs trembled, he lost it and they climaxed together in each other’s arms.
Instead of being exhausted, he was energized and they continued making love throughout the night. Neither seemed to get enough of the other. Brent wanted to make this a night Kem would never forget. He used her body as a canvas and made love to it as if he were painting a masterpiece until they were both exhausted and fell asleep.
The sun shining through the thin white curtains woke Brent up. Kem remained asleep. Her arms were wrapped around his waist. He gently brushed her hair from over her eyes and stopped himself from kissing her luscious lips. She stirred, squeezing him tight.
He couldn’t resist. He kissed her inviting lips.
“Good morning,” he said.
“Good morning. What time is it?” Kem asked.
“It’s only eight o’clock.”
“Oh my goodness. I hadn’t planned on spending the night.”
Brent brushed his hand over her arm. “Neither one of us did. But it happened and I enjoyed it.”
“I need to find my cell phone so I can call a cab.” Kem held the sheet over her chest.
“No need to do that. I’ll take you home when you’re ready.”
“I don’t want to inconvenience you.”
“Kem, are you serious? Come on. We just had a wonderful night together.”
Kem got out of the bed and picked up her dress. “I agree, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to me because of what happened.”
Brent didn’t know what to make of Kem’s actions. “Let’s do this. I’ll cook us some breakfast and then I’ll drive you home.”
“A cab will do.”
“So does that mean you’ll at least stay for breakfast?” Brent pouted.
“Sure. But after breakfast, I’m out of here. Where’s your bathroom so I can freshen up?”
Brent escorted her to the master bathroom. He held the door open as she walked past him inside. “Everything you need should be in the cabinet.”
“Thanks,” she responded, right before closing the door.