Page 56 of Mahogany 2
He sized me up. Ogled me in a way that made me feel like he was undressing me with his piercing browns. Like he was slowly, with eye contact alone, undoing every button on my top. Like he could see through it. Like he could see through me. And it made my pussy gush—again. Made it pulsate. Made it talk. His eye contact beckoned me in a way that made me want to kiss him again. Made me want to say fuck them kids. I wanted to undress. Get naked. I wanted him on top of me. I wanted his bare skin on mine. His lips on my lips. The ones on my face and the set between my legs. I wanted Crescent… bad. Too bad.
Which was… too bad.
Because I couldn’t have him.
I cleared my throat, looked away and stood, making sure to keep a healthy distance between us. I felt his eyes following me as I collected my shoes and slid back into them. Felt his eyes on me as I circled my desk to grab my briefcase. Despite how bad I wanted to look at him, I didn’t dare. As I didn’t trust myself. I’d probably run, full sprint, into his arms, the way I felt.
I didn’t need to run toward him though. As I was bending to unplug my charger, I felt him behind me. Again. Solid. Tall. Heavy. I stood up and took a deep breath. This time I didn’t turn around. Couldn’t. because I knew that when I did, I’d be on him again and well… that was over. It was time for us to go.
His hands fell on my waist, and I cooed. Exhaled. My knees buckled a little. Heart raced. And I swallowed.
“You gon’ leave me like this?” he whispered into ear, body pressed against mine, hard dick against my ass.
I swallowed again, holding that charger with so much force that I was sure that the shape of it would be indented into my hand.
“Crescent, please,” I mumbled.
“Mmmh. Please what?” he asked, sliding his hands down my hips.
“We need to go.”
He didn’t say anything. Just buried his face into the side of my neck and kissed me there. I closed my eyes and shook my head. God, he felt good. I couldn’t leave. Not yet. Not without experiencing him. For a brief moment, I thought about my family. Thought about one of my kids calling again. Thought about him calling… and I decided, fuck that. I didn’t want to be disturbed again. So, I looked over at my desk and felt around it for my phone. When I got it, I hit the silent button on the side and decided today I would go for what I wanted. I was tired of settling. I was tired of depriving myself of what I knew would be a good thing, all because I was stuck in a marriage that was built on a rocky foundation. A rocky foundation that had been crumbling since we said I do. Why hold on to it now? Why honor it now? He never did. Duke might’ve changed but how long did it take him to? Far too long. And while I was very willing to stand in the ring and fight for it with him, I couldn’t without getting what I felt I deserved first.
Once the phone was silenced, I turned around and wrapped my arms around Crescent’s neck. His lips went from my neck to mine where we both moaned into each other’s mouth. I went to close my eyes, to bask in the kiss, and he asked me to keep them open. So, I did. Here, face to face, lips to lips, body to body, I couldn’t run. I couldn’t look away. I was stuck and that’s exactly where he wanted me. With eye contact that wasn’t wavering. That didn’t fleet. And I gave it to him.
I let go of my inhibitions. That shy version of me… the one I’d been since we met… she melted away, and I gave him me. Mahogany. Didn’t seek and search for Mocha. Didn’t need to be here. Just needed to be me and that’s what I was.
As his tongue passionately twirled around mine, he picked me up and sat me on the desk, hiking my skirt up over my waist. I let him. Even broke the kiss a little to reach between my legs to pull my panties down. I didn’t want to waste any more time. Had done enough of that. Had waited five excruciating years longing for him. Longing for this. Connection. Something real. Something tangible. And I got it. In that moment, with another man’s tongue in my mouth, I felt like a lucky gal. Like… God didn’t hate me completely. And while I might not have gotten Crescent in the conventional way, I got him. And to me… as odd as it might’ve sounded… it was a gift. I’d been good. Well… good enough. I deserved what I wanted.
Once my panties were down, I slid my hands down his waist, to lower his joggers.
“You got a?—”
“Condom?” He asked. With a soft laugh he shook his head no. “I don’t walk around with condoms on me, baby.”
I bit my bottom lip, nodded and said, “Okay.”
Okay? Just okay!? Who was I? I couldn’t have sex with another man without a condom. When I did what I did at Pandora’s I always made sure to use protection but… today was different. I wasn’t at Pandora’s; I was with Crescent—Armani suit. You think I was going to pass this up because of a rubber? No ma’am.
As if he’d said nothing alarming at all, I slid down the desk and kneeled in front of him. God he was big. Wrapping my hands around his dick, I rubbed my face against it, with closed eyes. From above, I heard a throaty grunt. I hadn’t even put my lips on it yet. When I did, I kissed the tip, twirled my tongue aroundit, and looked up at him. He hissed. I kissed it again. This time with tongue. Slowly, I inched his long, beautiful dark dick down my throat. Passionately, I sucked it with my eyes on his. He went from touching my head to my shoulders, as if he didn’t know how to handle me. So… I helped him. Reaching up, I grabbed his hand and placed it on the back of my head. I wanted him to feed me his dick. And that’s what he did. Slowly. Melodically. When it hit the back of my throat, I gagged a little just to wet his dick up. When I did, he grunted again, and I went to work. I wanted him to fuck my face. Mercilessly but… I behaved.
I didn’t spend as much time down there as I would have liked because after a couple of minutes, he was pulling me to my feet. With his hands on my waist, he picked me up again and carried me back over to the couch where he laid me down. The minute he did, he was between my legs again. This time, instead of taking his time by making a trail of kisses from my breasts, between my legs, he went right for my pussy. He used his fingers to separate my lips before I felt him press his face against it. I moaned and arched my back when I heard him inhale.Shit. Crescent was a freak.
After inhaling for a second time, he wrapped his lips around my clit. I arched my back further and gripped one of the couch pillows. Softly, he sucked on me, and I cooed. With my eyes to the ceiling, I slowly gyrated my hips to the tempo of him kissing, licking, and sucking on me. Felt like I was close to levitating, it felt so got damn good. The feeling was enthralling. Out of this world. His mouth was so wet. Or was it me? Crescent was a passionate lover, making love to my pussy with his mouth and I loved every second of it.
I grabbed his face and brought him up from between my legs. With his eyes locked on mine, he inched in for a kiss. Our lips met and he slowly slid into me. I gasped when he filled me up.Crescent gripped the back of my knees and pushed them back as he dug deeper into me. My jaw dropped as I lost my breath.
Finally.
Once we were done,the room,again, went silent. My mind was spinning. Not only from the orgasm but with thoughts of how this was going to work after tonight. I cheated. He knew me. Well… he knew enough about me. Knew I was married. He had to see the portrait of me and my family on my desk every time he came in. He knew. But… he didn’t care. Licked and fucked me like he loved me. Like when my hands wrapped around his dick there wasn’t a wedding band on my finger. Did it matter that he didn’t care? He wasn’t supposed to. I was. But… still… I wondered what he thought. Again, I wondered if he thought I was a whore. Would he be able to look at me as Mahogany the interior designer? Or had things flipped… for him… as they had flipped for me?
“Stop worrying,” Crescent said, cutting into the thick silence as he picked his shirt up off the floor.
“I’m not worrying,” I lied, eyeing his tattooed chest, watching as he pulled his white tee down over his head.
His body was marked up. His entire chest was covered in tattoos. On the right side of his chest sat a portrait of who I assumed to be Nova Ray. The one that played peekaboo with me a couple of weeks back? At brunch? The one just below his neck? It was of a rose, surrounded by smaller roses, that kind of carried over to the Nova Ray tattoo. I wanted to count them. Wanted to lay on his chest and trace his tattoos with my finger. Or… my tongue. I wanted more time with him. Wanted to feel more of him. Wished the circumstances were different. In the momentI did at least, steady coming down from multiple orgasms, I wishedhewas my husband.
“The wheels in that beautiful mind are turning,” he said, as he approached me. Slowly, he slid his hands along my waist and pulled me in. Pressing his lips against my forehead, he kissed me and let them linger there a little. “You belong to someone else. But when you’re with me, you belong to me.”
