Page 65 of Lost In London

Linking our fingers together she took in a deep breath, eyes closed, and smile wide. “A wise soul once told me that I had to be careful who I allowed in my space because what I’m going through can become theirs. You felt fear of me leaving because it’s one of the battles that I’m trying to overcome. Feeling insecure and uncertain. Those weren’t your emotions, Quincey. Those were mine. I’m transforming every day so certain spirits that once lived in me no longer have a home. That means that they’re on the prowl for a new vessel and they thought it was going to be you but I wasn’t having that. I prayed for you in my head once I looked into your eyes and realized what was happening. My way of speaking life into you and praying over you may not be as magnetic as yours but I think God heard me.”

Love is patient.

Love is kind.

Kindness and compassion.

No woman has ever held such kindness and compassion for me in their eyes. No one has accepted me, highly spiritually gifted and all. No one, not even my parents. But London, she accepted everything I had to give and everything I haven’t given.

“Quincey Reid.” She leaned in close until her lips touched mine. “I love you and I’m not afraid to say it, not afraid to accept it. I don’t even need you to say it back because it’s evident in my healing. You’re healing me and that only comes from you loving me. For the first time in my life, I’m not ashamed of who I am. Each day I get the blessing of falling in love with this new version of myself and it feels amazing. You’ve changed my life. Thank you.”

No woman has ever breathed life into me like she did.

No woman has ever praised me for being what I’ve only known to be and that’s me.

My throat felt tight from the emotional phlegm building up. My chest was all warm and fuzzy. Butterflies having a kickboxing match in my stomach. Dare I say that my cheeks felt warm and I couldn’t stop smiling. This moment, her confession. It was the confirmation I never knew I needed.

Her choice of red coordinated with this moment perfectly.

Tight red skinny jeans. A red silk blouse that she had tucked in. Red toes and red lips. A display of love.

“I have dessert for you but you can only have it if you accept my gift.” Resting my nose on her neck I glided back and forth along her skin. Her softness and floral smell were all too alluring. Already having her hands in mine it was easy to maneuver them until the thumping of her pulse became an erratic beat beneath my fingers.

I took great pleasure in knowing she was stimulated by me as I was overly stimulated by her. Our attraction wasn’t one-sided. It would never be. The same way her breathing became skittish when I came near, sometimes I stopped breathing altogether. Her hooded love drunk eyes matched my own. Goosebumps covered her beautiful skin and chills causing low gasps.

We were one and the same.

“Listen, food and gifts are two of my love languages. I’ll never not take what you have for me.” She breathed out, her voice shaky and raspy.

Before I removed myself from her space, I had to feast from my well of living water. Her lips. Our lips speaking in tongues caused a series of explicit moans and shudders. My hands were on a mission of closeness. She was too far away though she was perched right in front of me. From her waist to gripping the back of her neck, I pulled her tighter against me until our chests were mushed together.

Kissing her felt like a commandment and all I wanted to do was obey.

Hoisting her up and standing, she moaned out, “Love,” gasping, eyes in thin slits.

“I got you.” Her gift was in my bag on the couch and I refused to break away from her just to get it so we were moving together.

Being this high up in my arms triggered something in my wayward beauty. That moan, feeling my hands hold her thighs secured around my waist, she straightened her torso pushing her chest into my face. Looking up into her eyes for permission she bit her lip and held my head closer.

I knew how to follow directions.

The same kisses her lips received, I gave her chest the same attention. Her black lace bra didn’t stop a thing. Nibbling, biting, sucking her skin. Her hips started a slow whine. Her moans became louder. We needed to stop.

I’m a warm-blooded man with working manly parts. London wasn’t ready for us to go to the next level. She’d just got comfortable with trusting me. Making love to her would have to wait just a little bit longer.

“Qu,” she moaned, feeling my hardness as I sat down on the couch.

Smiling, I thrust my hips up, letting her feel me. “Focus.” A yelp and a louder moan sang from her lips when I smacked her ass.

London Nicole Carter was dangerous.

Smelling her womanly fragrance and my stomach being scorched by the heat radiating from between her legs. I had a little minx on my hands and I couldn’t wait to see her perform.

“Close your eyes.” Following directions, she sat on my lap smiling like I told her we were about to eat all the chocolate covered strawberries in the world. “Hold your hand out.” I placed the rectangle box on her palm and sat back to see her full reaction. “Open your eyes, baby.”

“Ooouuu jewelry.” Her shoulders shimmied and her eyes sparkled. Arms stretched out along the back of my couch with her on my lap, I took a million and one mental pictures of this view.

She was so damn beautiful.

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