Page 53 of Mahogany 2
Instead of inching in for a kiss, she inched in closer to me. The air between us was magnetic. But she resisted. Locked eyes with me, took a deep breath and pulled back. And that hand went to the back of her neck.
“You—you know what? I—I c-can… I might be able to… to um… squeeze you in tomorrow. I?—"
Before she could end the meeting, I went in. Interrupted her stammering with an unrushed kiss to a pair of lips that beckoned me. I wondered if the pair between her legs would beckon me the same. When our lips met, she exhaled, and I did too. It was a relief. Meeting in the middle like that after wanting to for so long. I was supposed to have self-control. I was supposed to consider all of the shit I’d just thought about earlier. You know… ethics… keeping the company intact… not ruining a good thing. But in the moment, I didn’t give a fuck about anything but having her lips against mine. Didn’t give a fuck about our contract, or the wedding band on her finger. And apparently, she didn’t give a fuck neither.
She wrapped her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss. I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her over onto my lap. She didn’t resist—she let me handle her. And I took that as a cue to keep going. Mahogany’s hunger for me was just as persistent and aggressive as mine, by the way she kissed me and gyrated her hips on my lap. She raked her nails down the back of my head, and I raked mine down her back, before gripping her ass. She moaned into my mouth, and I softly sucked on her tongue. Again, she moaned.
Each moan awakened something inside of me. Made my heart race and my dick pulsate. She was such a fucking woman. So feminine. So… fucking… sexy. I wanted my lips on her skin, but I was afraid that if I pulled away from the kiss, it would ruin the tempo, and I didn’t want to skip a beat.
But then the phone rang and I panicked. A little. Didn’t disrupt the kiss… just waited for her to. She didn’t. In fact, she deepened it, and I was relieved. I wondered if like me, she was worried about me breaking the kiss because of it. Soon after, the ringing of the phone didn’t matter. Suddenly, it faded out. Wasn’t as alarming as it was before. I could barely hear it over us panting and the wet sound of us kissing.
Delicately, I rubbed her ass cheeks, urging her to slow down. She was… feverish. Rushed. Impatient. Hungry as if she hadn’t been kissed in weeks. I wanted to savor it. Didn’t know how long I had before she would come to her senses and pull away. So… I slowed her down. With a slow steady pace, I swirled my tongue around her eager mouth and planted soft kisses in between. She followed my lead. Stopped softly raking her nails down the back of my head and began to rub me there instead. Then, I was confident enough to pull away. I wanted to know if her skin tasted like the vanilla scent that emanated from it.
Softly, I kissed her on the shoulder, and she moaned again. Gripped the back of my neck and tossed her head back. That, to me, was an invitation to her neck. Slowly, I made a trail of kisses from her shoulder to the side of her neck where her pulse raced. Shit. With an aggressive grip of her ass cheeks, I grunted into the side of her neck and kissed her there. I wanted to suck but… respect. She had a husband to go home to. Instead, I ran my tongue up the length of it. She pulled her hands from the back of my neck and grabbed my face. Again, she hungrily kissed me, and I let her. Softly, she sucked on my tongue, and moved her hips back and forth, dry fucking me. I slid my hands from her ass to find my way up her skirt. I wanted to touch skin.
And she let me.
I slid my fingers under the thin lace thong and gripped her ass cheeks.
She moaned.
Shit, I moaned. The warmth from her pussy called out to me. Begged me to slip my fingers between her slippery folds. I didn’t move. Couldn’t. Before I could even get close to brushing my fingers against her clit, there was a knock at the door.
13
MAHOGANY
“Hm?”
With dipped brows, Tamia repeated herself. “I said, I was just coming to let you know I was heading out. Sorry, I called and?—”
“It’s fine,” I said, before swiping a piece of hair from my face. “We were wrapped up in?—”
“It’s cool,” Tamia interrupted. “I know you’re busy. Do you need anything before I go?”
She knew.
She fucking knew.
Was my makeup smeared? What was the giveaway? I wondered if she could just sense it. The way I’d just humped on and kissed Crescent. He went in for a kiss, and I hungrily accepted it like the adulterous slut I was. I couldn’t control it. It was… the chemistry. The sex. The fucking desire. It was heavy. Too heavy. It was his fault. Him and those piercing dark brown eyes thatstayedon me.
He wouldn’t stop staring at me. Wouldn’t stop with the flirtatious comments. Wouldn’t stop being all ‘Crescenty’. Watchful. Intense. Drawing. Fucking invigorating. And Icouldn’t stop beingme. The version of myself that wanted him as bad as she wanted to breathe.
“No,” I paused. “Nothing. Thank you Tami.”
She smiled, looked past me at him and said, “Have a good night Mr. Carter.”
Before she walked away, she looked at me again, smiled and told me to do the same. Smiling, I told her I’d see her in the morning before closing the door once she walked away. I was mortified. Too mortified to turn around. I couldn’t face him. Not after how I behaved. Not after dry humping his hard-on and kissing him like a hungry teenaged girl. I was… embarrassed. Very, embarrassed.
However, before I could turn around, I felt him behind me. Solid. Reminded me of that night at Pandora’s. Chills ran down my spine before radiating through my entire body. I closed my eyes and exhaled when I felt his lips press up against the side of my neck. My knees buckled and I told myself to stop him. I told myself… Tami showing up when she did was a sign. It was a wakeup call. Well… if that was the case, why hadn’t I woken up? Why when he turned me around I didn’t push him away? Why in the fuck did I wrap my arms around his neck and invite him to my lips?
Self-control? What was that?
I didn’t have any. My pussy was in charge, and I let her be. Long gone was Mahogany, the trying wife. Where was the Mahogany thatonlycheated as get back? At Pandora’s as Mocha? Or the Mahogany who had strict work morals? She was nowhere to be found. I—fuck.
Crescent backed me up against the closed door and pressed his lips against mine. Slowly, he parted them with his tongue, and I dove in. Calmer. Slower. Not as eager as I’d been before. I let him lead. He picked me up, hiking my skirt over my hips, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. With a firm grip on myass cheeks, he kissed me deeper, swirling his thick wet tongue around my mouth with so much passion I almost had an orgasm.
I needed to stop him.
