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He followed behind me. When I turned to the left to go to my room, he grabbed my hand and led me to the right. To his room. My eyes shifted, taking in the differences in his room from mine. I didn’t really care. Just needed the distraction. Because he wasn’t saying anything. He was just… staring at me.

When I couldn’t take it anymore, I whispered, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m tryna figure out what I said or did to make you think you could play with me.”

My eyes rolled as I crossed my arms over my chest. He cut the TV on and raised the volume slightly so we could talk in our normal volume.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Rasheed, and I’m honestly too tired to try and figure it out.”

“You’ve been avoiding me. Tell me why. And please don’t give me no lies or bullshit excuses.”

I walked over to the small sofa in front of the bed to sit down, and he followed behind me.

“This thing between us is moving too fast. We haven’t known each other a week and I showed you my MyChart for Christ’s sake.”

The smile I’d been aching to see directed at me finally broke across his face. “Oh, so that’s what’s had you acting out today? You scared?”

“No,” I rejected swiftly, unconvincingly at that. “Maybe a little. I just… don’t want to move too fast, you know?”

Rasheed took my hand into his. “We can move at whatever pace you want, sweetheart. The purpose of us sharing that information was to keep each other safe. When that time comes, I’m not going to be thinking about showing tests or no shit like that, and I’m not wearing a condom. Every part of you belongs to me, and that includes your pussy. If you need more time to come to grips with that, there’s no rush. I’m a grown man with discipline. I can wait for you.”

My mind spiraled momentarily. I went from dealing with a man who wanted no parts of commitment and made it clear he wasn’t mine to dealing with a man who’d claimed me the first day we met. This was foreign territory to me, and I didn’t want my fear of the unknown to keep me from experiencing something good. Still, I couldn’t help but ask…

“What do you mean you’re not wearing a condom? And why do you keep saying I’m yours?”

“I mean what I said. I’m fucking you raw, so it’s a good thing you’re on birth control. Otherwise, you might get pregnant thefirst time we have sex. And I keep saying you’re mine because you are.”

I shook my head and giggled quietly. “I don’t know what to say to you, sir. You are something else.”

“That might be true, but all that I am and all that I have is yours.”

A part of me wanted to ask him if my sister had told him to say that. That he was mine. That I was his. But I didn’t believe she’d do something like that. Whatever this was that was happening between us, it was either a beautiful dream or narcissistic nightmare. Jason was truly a good guy, and I could only pray he surrounded himself with men of the same caliber. Instead of thinking this wasn’t real, for once, I decided to trust this was a sign that it actually was.

“Did my sister tell you to say that?”

“That I’m yours?” I nodded. “Nah.”

“Why do you want to be?”

“If I tell you, you won’t believe me.”

“Tell me anyway,” I pleaded, cupping my hands in my lap.

Rasheed grabbed my hand and put it against his heart. I noticed the slowed pace of its beat.

“We got attraction and chemistry, no one can deny that. But when I’m with you, my heart beats slow and steady like this. I asked my pops how he knew my mama was the one. Did he feel fire, sparks, passion. He said none of that. He felt the opposite actually. He felt calm, relaxed, and at peace every time he was in her presence. Then the other stuff came. You are the first and only woman that’s ever made my heart feel so at ease. It feels… safe and connected to you. I don’t know why I’m attached to you and wanting you like I do… I just do. And I’m hoping you’ll be brave enough to give us a chance to figure this out.”

Instead of responding vocally, I put his hand against my heart so he could feel that they were in sync. He smiled beforeleaning forward and covering my lips with his. This kiss was even better than the first one, though I wasn’t sure how that was even possible. I melted into the kiss, into him, determined to let him have his way with me. Because by the way he talked, the way he carried himself, his aura… I knew I would enjoy every second of it.

We stood and discarded of our clothes. Rasheed picked me up, as if I weighed less than an ounce, and placed me in the center of the bed. He kissed, touched, worshiped every inch of my body. The affirmations he spewed filled my head and gave me a buzz… as if I was slowly becoming drunk off him.

Rasheed spread my legs and marked me. Marked his territory. His tongue, lips… his mouth… the slow dance against my pussy and clit. He didn’t rush me into wetness or a climax. He took his time eating and licking and sucking and slurping and moaning and—

“Oh my God,” I moaned, back arching as he licked from my opening to my clit.

A sizzling breath escaped me as he rubbed and smacked my ass before holding my waist as I came. Rasheed lapped up every drop of my cum, not slowing the pleasurable assault on my clit. His hands slid up my stomach and chest, massaging my breasts, tweaking my nipples. They wrapped around my neck, applying the right amount of pressure as he alternated between licking and sucking my clit and opening until I came again.

“Shit!” I moaned as my legs trembled, trying to remain as quiet as I possibly could.

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