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Kayla
His lips were wet and cold, but they quickly warmed against mine. I wrapped my arms around his naked back, feeling his tan flesh under my touch. I ran my fingers lightly down his back, my nails barely scratching the surface.
As his arms wrapped around my back, mine hands travelled over his chest. I felt his tattoo, ensuring that I felt every inch. His tattoo still felt slightly wet, reminding me of how film might feel after some time in a darkroom.
My imagination immediately went back to Justin’s darkroom at his old place in Newark. I remembered how sexy it felt to be in that room with him, seeing his collection of photos. I thought about how he had me pose for him in different corners of the room, and how happy and eager I had been to please him.
It was then that I got an even greater urge to please him in that moment. I grabbed his damp pants and threw them off his body, making sure to run my hand down the sizeable bulge in his boxers as I rid him of his rain-soaked pants. Even if his words sounded too good to be true at times, his body could never lie to me.
Before we could move another step, he was taking my pants off, too. Before we knew it, we were off of our feet and falling onto the couch.
Our lips remained connected, only separating to let out moans or breaths of pleasure. His strong hands had found my trembling opening, and his fingers were getting reacquainted with my sensitive clit and cunt. I made sure to stroke his hard cock firmly and to a rhythm that he had always responded to.
“I missed you,” he said, in between breaths.
“I can’t even believe you’re here,” I said, allowing another loud moan to escape.
I truly couldn’t believe it. I didn’t know who I had expected to be on the other side of my door when I opened it, but it wasn’t him. It may have been obvious to others, but they weren’t there on the day he left for Los Angeles. At the time, I genuinely thought that I would never see Justin again.
And yet, here he was on my couch, in my hands. I caressed his thick tip with my thumb, feeling him tremble. Perhaps it was the overwhelming nature of the whole situation, but I could feel myself already succumbing to the way that his hand caressed my sex.
“Surely you aren’t about to?” he asked, chuckling.
“Maybe I am.”
He chuckled again. Immediately, I felt a tiny excretion of pre-cum appear out of his full penis. I used his liquid as lubricant to stroke him faster and harder. He was using my own fluids as a means to go deeper inside of me. I could feel the palm of his hand smacking against my pelvis. The sounds that we were making were raw and sexy as hell.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he moaned.
“What else is new?” I laughed. “You still grow for me so fucking fast.”
“You’re going to make me explode so fucking fast, too.”
“Give it to me, Justin.”
With my free hand, I lifted my shirt and exposed my naked breasts and belly to him, giving him something to aim for. And then, with flawless timing and precision, he erupted in my hand, sending a geyser of his warm, thick sauce onto my body; just as the tip of his fingers had managed to hit my G-spot at just the right speed to pull out another tremendous orgasm out of me, just like he always had before.
He fell onto the floor, laying his head against me as I sat on the couch, panting and collecting myself.
He looked up at me, recovering, and I don’t know what came over me, but I think it was who came over me that caused me to act so dirty. I spread his cum around my body, coating my stomach, nipples, and even my face with his sticky load. I even took a taste, licking my lips as I digested him. This seemed to help him recover remarkably quicker than usual.
“Tasty,” I said.
“You’re an animal,” he growled.
Smiling mischievously, I leaned down to him and bit his ear, tugging on it. I then sank my teeth into his neck, sucking on his skin and leaving my mark on him. I hadn’t left marks on him in quite some time. It felt good to know that he was mine once again.
“Oh, hell yeah,” he mumbled.
“You told her no and told me yes,” I said, as I kissed his neck.
He pulled back, looking at me with an inquisitive expression. I didn’t want to kill the mood, but I couldn’t abandon the concept that a man that looked like Justin, and had the life that he had, would choose me over someone that looked like Leila, and had the life that she had.
“You make it sound hard,” he said.
“Wasn’t it?”
“It was the easiest decision I think I’ve ever made in my life,” he told me.
He leaned up and kissed my lips, then slid down and lay with his head in my lap, wrapping his arms around my torso. I stood up, stroking his thick brown hair.
“Are you too tired for another round?” I whispered to him.
He let go of me quicker than I thought possible. He was instantly on his feet, and did something he had never done before: He picked me up in his arms and carried me all the way to the bedroom.
I was laughing, mostly because I was shocked that he was able to pick me up so easily. Truthfully, no man had ever picked up like that before, and none had been so eager to give me another round of sex after they had finished once. Justin was a giver on a level that I could barely fathom.
He tossed me on the bed and slowly began to crawl towards me with the intent of climbing on top of me and riding me. His dick was already beginning to grow thick.
But, I didn’t just want sex. I wanted to see something, and feared that if I let him fuck me like I suspected he would then I’d be unable to be anywhere other than in that moment. Granted, when Justin and had sex, I liked to be in the moment as much as possible, but this time was different. This time, because I had so much on my mind, I feared it would ruin the sex.
I grabbed his shoulders and flipped him over on his back.
“Oh my,” he giggled.
I climbed on top of him, lightly grinding my lap against his groin. His member was close to insertion, but I wanted to tease him for a few minutes first while I tried to rid myself of distractions.
Looking down at him, I saw that the only time his eyes weren’t on mine was when they were scanning other specific parts of my body that he enjoyed. I was thinking about his words, and not just the ones that he had uttered a few minutes before, but those he had spoken in L.A., and I wondered about his sincerity.
“Being in California is pointless if all I’m going to do is think about being back in New Jersey with you,” he had said.
“I’m not going to be part of a company that wants to ruin something so important to the one person I want in my life more than anyone else on this planet.” That one was bouncing around my mind more than I cared to admit.
I grabbed his dick and began to rub it against my clit. I massaged myself, moving in gentle circles against me.
“Do you really want me more than anyone else?” I wondered aloud.
“More than you know,” he affirmed.
It was with those words that I allowed him entry inside of me. I felt like the wind got knocked out of me, just with the force of his penetration. It didn’t take long before every inch of his impressive cock had fit perfectly inside me.
As I rode him, moving my hands all across his perfect body and letting my breasts and hair fall onto his face, it occurred to me to temporarily shut my brain off. I no longer wanted to use my mind, and for now, only my body.
Once we felt totally spent, I found myself lying in his arms. The only sounds I heard were our heavy breathing and the sounds of the rain hitting the windows of my apartment. The sun had set, and I wasn’t sure what time it was.
I thought about the call that I took while Justin had been in the bathroom drying off from the rain.
What he didn’t know was that Leila was the mystery caller. She was calling frantically to tell me how her plans had supposedly changed and was asking me for a favor—to sign over my company via email.
Originally, Leila was planning on coming to New York in one week’s time, and I was to meet her at Vicki Verelli Enterprises headquarters where I was going to officially give her the title and license to K-Plus, signing my company over to her.
While her reasons were vague, and elaborated on in the way I would’ve liked, she explained things had come up and she wasn’t going to be able to get to New York until later than originally expected. Because of this, and because Leila still had meetings with Vicki and the Board scheduled soon, she asked me to sign the proper documents electronically so that she could say, with complete certainty, that K-Plus was now a property of Vicki Verelli.
The timing was interesting. The anxious part of me wondered whether Leila had a sudden urgency because she suspected Justin might appear and try to talk me out of selling the company. I wanted to believe it was as simple as she said, that she’s in L.A. and I’m in Newark, and since we have the technology that we have, why shouldn’t we take advantage of it?
I signed the papers. As of that evening, K-Plus was a subsidiary of Vicki Verelli Enterprises.
I worried that I might have acted in haste, but I had convinced myself that I did the right thing by reminding myself that only moments before Justin showed up at my door, I was fully prepared to sign my company over to Leila the following week. I didn’t want Justin to cloud my judgment. I knew how important it was to him that I keep my company, but I was still unable to completely decide whether it was important enough to me. Since I wasn’t sure, I decided to go with my gut. In that moment earlier this evening, my gut said to let it go.
Leila also said that she still planned to come to New York as soon as possible, so that we could finalize the transition (compare notes, provide blueprints and designs to her team, etc.), but she didn’t have a date in mind. She also said that full payment for the company, as we had discussed, would be en route to my mailbox by the next day.
“What are you thinking about?” Justin asked me.
I looked up at him. “You. Everything.”
“Anything in particular?”
There were hundreds of questions that I wanted to ask him. I decided to go with one of the big ones.
“Are you thinking of moving back here?”
“If you’ll have me,” he replied.
I beamed. Without thought or hesitation, I rose up and gave him a long, happy kiss. “You can move in right now if you want. Just live in my bedroom and—”
“Done,” he said, kissing me again.
“Seriously though, are you thinking of moving back to Newark? For real?”
“Yes, Kayla,” he reiterated. “My home is with you.”
I snuggled back up into his arms, rubbing his chest. “So, what are you going to do for work? Do you have any plans?”
“I’m going to work with Grant over at his accounting firm,” he said. “Not sure how long I’ll do that, but it pays well, and it’s something to do while I look for something better. I don’t want to end up doing wedding photography again.”
“Yeah, you hated that as I recall,” I remembered. “I’m still working part-time with Donnie T. If you want, I could put in a good word for you there, I’m sure he’d hire you, especially since you have experience in L.A. with Vicki.”
“Nah, that’s okay,” he dismissed. “I’ll figure things out.”
“Okay.”
“Was that all you were thinking about?” he wondered.
I was thinking about telling him what I had done earlier. I wanted to be honest with him, since he was thinking about moving back to Newark to be with me. But in that moment, safely in his protective arms, I looked into sweet eyes and I couldn’t bring myself to ruin it. I knew he’d be upset that I’d sold the company, especially if he knew the full extent and how I had done it only earlier that day.
“Nothing important,” I lied.
“You sure?”
I hated that my jealous mind kept going back to Leila, but she was weighing heavily on me as it was.
“I know I’ve asked you this already, and I’m probably going to annoy you,” I said. “But, did you and Leila ever hook up? Or mess around? It’s really okay if you did. We weren’t together. I won’t be mad, I promise. This really isn’t a trick question.”
He laughed, giving me a grimace. “I think Leila is on your mind more than mine, sweetheart.”
“Probably, but can you just—?”
“Leila and I never hooked up,” he answered. “We never did anything. She wanted to. She made that pretty clear a few times. But, no. I didn’t mess around with a single woman after I left you. Turns out you’re it for me, K.”
I decided, in that moment, to let go of all the petty questions I had. I wanted to enjoy my time with him, and I wanted to savor the gift I was given. This man that I cared greatly for was seemingly about to give up a series of grand opportunities and start a job that he had made clear he had no interest in just for me. It felt like sacrifice, and it was something foreign to me—something no man had ever done for me before.
