Page 8 of A Trial of the Heart
“You ready?” He kissed my inner thigh.
My words were caught, but ready or not, my kitty was throbbing, dripping, and ready to purr from his touch. I nodded. I barely gave a full nod when Rashad’s face met my core. His breath tickled my folds before he spread my lips with his, dipping his tongue into my honey pot.
“Mhm…” The low moan slipped from my full lips, my head tossed back, and my hand found the back of his head, gripping it. From the one move alone, I knew Rashad was about to take me on an unforgettable ride, and I was prepared for all he offered.
The only light that illuminated Rashad’s suite was the one from the moon as we lay sprawled naked on his bed. I’d had sex more times than I could count with a handful of partners, but nothing matched tonight. Rashad slow stroked, talked methrough it, and allowed me to cum first all while making me feel good. He knew what he was doing.
“What do you do for a living?”I sleepily asked, not wanting to rush back to my room but also not wanting to lay awkwardly in silence. At the club, I’d already told Rashad what I did.
Rashad cleared his throat. “I’m the founder of a nonprofit organization,Melanin Hive Youth Center.”
“What’s that?”
“It’s a center for less fortunate kids, teaching them the way of life. It’s not just a center. We mentor the kids, preparing them for the world, teaching them everyday life skills. By the time they age out, they know how to manage money, pay bills… They pretty much know how to be an adult.”
Hearing what Rashad did caused me to smile. “That is so beautiful. I love it.”
“Yeah, it’s not always easy, but at the end of the day, the reward from what I do is what makes it all worth it.
He was just too perfect.
“You’re a lawyer, right?” he asked like I hadn’t told him earlier. Maybe he was making conversation or had forgotten.
“I am.”
“Oh, shit. You told me that, right?”
I giggled like a kid. “I did.”
There was a brief pause. “That’s dope as hell, though. Don’t see many young black lawyers.”
The smile I had grew. Whenever I told someone I was a lawyer, it shocked them, but they complimented me on my successes. I was damn proud. I had worked my ass off to be a lawyer at twenty-nine years old.
I went to ask another question, but the vibrating of my phone stopped my words. Slipping from Rashad’s grasp, I grabbed my phone to see it was LeeAnn calling me. She had woken up.
“Hey, girl. What’s up?” I asked, trying to sound as normal as possible. I’d tell LeeAnn all about tonight, but doing so over the phone while I was still laid up with Rashad wasn’t the time.
“Hey, girl?” LeeAnn repeated loudly in my ear, forcing me to pull the phone from my ear. “Where the hell are you?”
She was still shouting, so I heard her even with the phone from my ear.Scooting to the edge of the bed, I searched for my clothes in the dark.
“I’m coming. I had to get some air.”
“Well, hurry. Girl, you had me worried.”
“I’m coming now.” I quickly disconnected the call, not wanting it to linger.
“Leaving so soon?” Rashad’s deep, raspy voice caught my attention.
I looked over my shoulder at him after grabbing up my shirt. “Yeah. My friend is looking for me. I’ve been gone awhile, so I’m sure she’s worried.”
“Will I see you again?”
I’d been drawn to Rashad, and it was evident he was drawn to me.
“Anything is possible. We have thirteen more days to go.” I smiled.
Rashad chuckled, sliding from the bed, making his way to me. He had turned me every way but loose, but as he strolled my way, my breathing increased from nervousness. Once he reached me, Rashad raised his hand, his pointer finger trailing the frame of my face before his hand grasped my neck. It wasn’t forceful but enough pressure to cause my kitty to drip.
