Zuri Day - Silken Embrace

After spending time with the singer backstage, Terrell placed his arm around Aliyah and pulled her to his side. They walked toward the exit. “Ms. Robinson?”

She placed an arm around his waist. “Yes?”

“Have you enjoyed the evening so far?”

“Are you kidding? This has been the most fun I’ve had in a long time.”

“It makes me happy to hear that.”

“I’m happy that you’re happy.”

He stopped and turned to her. “Then only one question remains.”

“What’s that?”

“Should our next destination be the airport, to take you home and kiss you good-night at the door, or my place here in San Francisco, away from Paradise Cove’s prying eyes?”

She leaned into him. “Mr. Drake, I want you to take me wherever you can fulfill your promise of leaving me fully satisfied.”

They couldn’t reach the Drake place fast enough.

“Wow.” Aliyah stepped inside, immediately noticing the city view from their high perch in the hills. “This is beautiful.”

Terrell came up behind her, kissing her temple as he wrapped her in his arms. “So is this.”

She turned into him, desire in her eyes. The evidence of his desire was a little farther down.

“You know what I’ve been wanting to do all night?”

“Probably the same thing on my mind.”

Their heads moved in unison toward a mutual destination. The kiss was soft, purposeful, their lips rubbing against each other in a casual get-to-know. Terrell’s hands went on a journey of discovery, meandering over her shoulders, down her back and to the top of bootyliciousness. Aliyah, who at five-five had always preferred a tall man, relished how her five-inch heels made it possible to easily wrap her arms around his neck. With a swipe of her tongue against his lips, she intensified the exchange.

He sucked it in, an act that weakened her knees.

After a long moment, they came up for air. Terrell mumbled against her hair, “Damn, you feel good.”

“So do you.”

“You taste good.”

“Mmm.”

“I want to taste more of you.”

“What are you waiting for?”

He grabbed her hand and led them to the couch. Once seated, he pulled her to his lap. The fit was perfect, as if they’d been designed for each other. The kiss resumed—slower, hotter, wetter. Tongues twirling, slow and easy, hips grinding in the same rhythm. Terrell caressed Aliyah’s arm, running his hand down the length of it, coming back up to cup her breast. Seconds more, and he eased down the fabric and palmed the warm flesh beneath. His thumb brushed against a rapidly hardening nipple. Aliyah arched her back, encouraging him to move faster, to take more. Instead he stopped, hugging her tightly before sitting back to look into her eyes.

“What?”

“Girl, I don’t know what it is about you. You’ve got me so turned on!”

“And that’s a problem.”

“No. I just...”

“Just what.”

“I just want to make sure that you’re ready for this. That this is what you want.”

“You gave me a choice. I’m still happy with the one I made.”

“I want you, too. But I don’t want something done in the heat of the moment to change how we are with each other. I like you. I want you. But I also respect you. I don’t want you to feel bad afterward.”

Aliyah rolled off of him and stood. “Look,” she began, pulling her top over her head and tossing it on the floor. “We are two clear-thinking, intelligent, consenting adults who came here for the same reason.” She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It joined her top on the floor. Her breasts swayed invitingly, nipples protruding in invitation to be licked. She undid her jeans button and unzipped them before sitting on the couch to remove her shoes. “There will be no regrets, no guilt trips and no expectations. I am as uninterested in a steady relationship as I’m sure you are. Now—” she raised her legs to him “—will you help me take off these jeans and show me what that mouth is good at besides talking?”

She watched his eyes light up and become predatory as he reached for first one leg of her jeans and then the other, removing denim to reveal smooth, flawless skin that reminded him of a favorite childhood drink. Hot chocolate. He stood. She watched. His eyes never left hers as he removed his shoes, shirt and pants. Placing his hands on the band of his boxers, he paused just a moment before pulling them down and stepping out of them in one fluid motion.

“Oh, my goodness,” Aliyah cooed, staring unabashedly at eight thick inches of penis perfection. “Is that all for me?”

“All for you, baby. Sit back.”

He started at her toes. No preamble, no warning. Just sucked one into his mouth. So nasty, yet so decadently nice. Leisurely placed kisses continued from her ankle to her knee, up the outer and inner sides of thigh. She spread her legs in invitation, though there was none needed. His index finger was already working itself between her thong’s elastic edge, already teasing her moistening folds as his tongue teased the slip of satin covering her treasure. Aliyah hissed and moaned, swirling her hips against his tongue to increase the friction and douse her desire.

Her actions were rewarded when Terrell slipped his tongue beneath the thong and kissed the satin of her skin. Lapping, nipping, licking, tasting her over and again. Aliyah threw back her head in ecstasy. The man was a maestro, playing her passion with precision and skill. Sweet torture that she wanted to stop, that she hoped would go on forever.

But she wanted more.

“Stand up.”

No answer. His tongue was busy doing other things. She chuckled, placed her hands on the sides of his head and gently pulled him away from her. “Stand up.”

“What’s wrong?”

“Just do it.”

He complied. In an instant Aliyah was on her knees, fondling the massive weapon that had made her mouth water. She licked its length, outlined the perfect mushroom tip with her tongue, took him in, slowly, fully.

“Aliyah.” Spoken like a promise, or a prayer. “Baby...” He pulled back. “You’re driving me crazy. I’ve got to be inside you, now.”

He reached for protection and then sat on the couch. Aliyah climbed on top of him and slowly, oh, so slowly, eased down on his massive shaft, allowing the delicious friction to heat up her insides. He pulled a nipple into his mouth and reverently cupped the butt that began this journey. Squeezing. Kneading. Grinding. Thrusting. Hard and fast, then slow and easy. Riding one wave of ecstasy after another, resting only long enough to ride again.

Later, they moved to the master suite, where the vastness of the four-poster, king-size bed offered a whole new realm of possibilities. They explored them all, each matching the other’s voracious appetite with their own unbridled enthusiasm. Each had clearly met their match.

When Aliyah returned to earth from a shattering climax that brought her near tears, she cuddled in the crook of Terrell’s arm, listening as his own heartbeat slowed and returned to normal.

“Terrell.”

“Yes, Ms. Robinson.”

“That was frickin’ amazing.”

He laughed, pulled her even closer. “So you’re saying I took care of you properly?”

“Yeah, you were all right.” Said in that lazy, drawn-out way she’d heard the teens do it.

This answer lifted his head from the pillow. “Just all right?”

“Yes.” He grunted. She smiled into the darkness, doubting his sexual prowess had been called anything less than amazing his entire life. If indeed it had happened, whoever said it had lied. “Terrell?”

“Yes, Aliyah.”

“Can you be all right again in the morning?”

His deep-throated chuckle was the last thing she heard before falling asleep.