Page 31 of The Smoke Hour

The heat instantly rose in her as well as it did me, if the smoky desire in her eyes were any indication. I gripped her outer thigh to hold her in place, and my erection pressed against her ass. She wrapped her arms around my neck and stared into my eyes.

She moved closer, but she didn’t go for the kiss immediately. Instead, she pressed her forehead against mine and stared into my eyes. Kaifiya pulled back and then kissed my forehead, cheeks, nose, and my bearded chin. She kissed the corners of my lips before she dragged them to my neck.

She licked the outline of my tattoo and sucked me there before she moved to kiss me under my jaw and nibbled there. Her hands dragged down to my chest, and she pressed her hands against it. Kaifiya kept her hands there for a while.

“You like the way that my chest feels, ma?”

“It’s been some time since I have felt the hard planes of a man’s chest, and it feels good.”

“Truth or dare?” I asked her.

“Truth.”

“How long?”

She sighed and then answered. “It’s been a year and a half since I’ve been with a man.”

“Y’all haven’t fucked?”

“We haven’t even shared a kiss on the cheek, so I’m unsure how we will transition to more. I imagine that it won’t be natural or sexy,” Kaifiya confessed.

That led me back to my earlier question.

“So, can I fuck you tonight, Kaifiya?”

She licked her lips and lowered her gaze before her fingertips rubbed circles around my nipples. She reached up and cupped the sides of my face. I pressed my lips against her lips in a slow, searing kiss before she took hold and pressed deeper into the kiss.

She opened for me and allowed me to control the direction we were headed. Her tongue had an earthy, spicy flavor from the rum and Coke she had sipped on.

When I smacked her on the ass, she got up and headed back to her seat.

“Was that good enough for you?” she asked.

My eyes hung low, and I lifted the glass to my lips again and winked as I drank my bourbon. I opened my humidor and removed a cigar. We sat in silence while I prepared it.

“Truth or dare?” she challenged after I started smoking my cigar.

I blew out a puff of smoke. “Truth.”

“Okay, do you ever see yourself marrying a woman and settling down to start a family?”

“Eventually. Initially, I wanted to make sure that I had a stable financial foundation to provide for a family. I have that now. I’m just looking for the right woman,” I answered while I held her gaze.

My words were so powerful that she glanced away from me, and her cheeks turned red.

“Truth or dare, Fiya?”

She smiled, and I knew that she loved it when I called her that, though she wouldn’t admit it.

“Truth.”

“Could you see yourself being with a man like me?”

“I don’t know you very well, Smoke. And I know that’s what tonight is all about, but it’s been less than a week since we met.”

“Do you know your fiancé that well?”

“As a businessperson? Yes. I’ve known him for three years since I first started my business. He was one of the first people to welcome me to the area.”

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