Page 37 of Sweetest Temptation
“Naw, this is going to be an experience. I promise,” I muttered, cutting her off again.
She tried to wiggle her way from me, but I firmly held her in place. “You might as well chill, baby girl. I’m not letting you go until I get my dance.”
I buried my face into her neck and inhaled her sweet scent. It took everything in me not to let my dick get hard. Gradually, she relaxed, her initial standoffishness slowly melting away with each suitable sway. She leaned back into me, and we began to move together, our bodies in perfect sync. Every movement created a wave of sensation as we swayed to the music, her curves fitting perfectly against my frame. The connection was so fucking electric, and with each step, it felt like we were communicating without words. In that moment, everyonearound us faded away, and it was just the two of us, lost in the music and each other.
I could feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her dress, and it had my dick hardening, ready to explore her pussy. My hand slid from her hip, down her thighs, until it reached between her legs and landed on the thin fabric that held her treasure. The seat of her panties was damp, and the heat from her pussy sent an electrifying shock to the tip of my pole. She arched slightly, pressing closer to me, and I could feel her heartbeat quicken in response, as we continued to let the music consume us.
“Shit! Samir, we can’t do this. It- It’s not right.” She moaned when my finger found its way inside her panties and landed on her bald pussy lips.
Fuck! She’s leaking!
I gently bit down on her neck, and at the same time, ran my index finger up and down her slick folds.
“Oh God! Shit! I… I’m so embarrassed. People can see us.” She looked around frantically.
“Ain’t nobody paying us any attention. Relax. But if you want me to stop, I will,” I told her, and slipped a finger inside her wet pussy as my thumb glided across her nub.
Zanova collapsed against me as I worked her middle. Her moans were almost louder than the music as I steadied the pace of my fingers.
“You never answered me. Do you want me to stop, Nova baby?” I grunted, feeling her essence dripping down my hand. Entirely captivated by her soft whimpers, I continued to work my fingers, but a little faster and deeper.
“Yes! No! Oohh! Samir, I'm about to come!”
The urgency in her voice let me know that she needed this nut just as bad as I wanted to give it to her. She slowly wound her hips, enjoying what I was doing to her middle. Baby girl waschasing that release like her life depended on it. I added another finger, stretching her tight pussy open. To the naked eye, we look like a couple in love, dancing sensually to the slow music, but the intimacy of the moment was overwhelming. I couldn't help but feel a deep connection to her at this very moment.
“Damn, you're always so tight and wet.” Just as the song came to an end, her pussy clamped around my digits, and her body shuddered while she released. “Fuck! That shit was beautiful. The sexy faces you make when you’re in heat is erotic as fuck, baby. I can’t wait to see it again.” I removed my fingers and stuck the two that were inside of her into my mouth.
I watched as she came down and out of her trance. In a flash, Zanova pushed away from me, looking mortified. She looked around frantically to see if anyone had noticed what had happened.
“I can’t believe I just let you do that. Oh my god! I need to go! This can’t keep happening.” She shoved me hard as hell in my chest, but I recovered instantly. She went to walk off, but I caught her by the arm, pulling her back to me.
“Chill, baby. Why are you running from me? There’s no need to be embarrassed. We are both adults.”
I raked my hand down her cheek. She was so beautiful. Her doe-shaped eyes told a story that her lips had only shared a sliver of. There was a hint of sadness, even when she smiled. Her ex-husband had evidently done a number on her.
“This isn’t me. I… I’m not like this.” Her voice was shaky.
“Baby girl, there is nothing wrong with having some fun, or stepping out of your norm. I’m the last nigga to judge. Stop thinking too much into it. You may not know me that well, but I swear, I’m not on no fuck shit. I’m not ready to part ways with you yet tonight. Can you chill with a nigga for a bit longer?”
“No, Samir. I’ve already let things go too far between us. Besides, I need to get some rest. I have to get up early and start working on the desserts for the gala.”
“Cool. But at least let me walk you to your room.”
I could see the hesitation on her face before she said, “Okay.”
Whatever this was between us, it wasn’t over. Not even close.
The smell of vanilla and melted butter filled the kitchen, wrapping around me like a warm blanket. The steady sound of mixers, the clinking of metal bowls, and the chatter from my staff should’ve kept my mind grounded, but it didn’t. All I kept thinking about was last night and how Samir gave me one of the best orgasms of my life from just his thick fingers.
“Chef, do you want me to start on the lemon glaze?” Tanya called out from across the counter.
“Yeah, go ahead,” I said, my voice a little too distracted.
I exhaled slowly, gripping the handle of the whisk a little tighter.
Get it together, Nova, I told myself.You got work to do.
But no matter how hard I tried to focus on the batter, my mind replayed the night before like a movie stuck on repeat. The cool breeze off the ocean, the warmth of his hands, the way his voice dipped low when he said my name all came rushing back, making my chest tighten. I wasn’t supposed to feel thatway again, not after everything I’d been through with Jerome. I couldn’t afford these feelings after I promised myself I’d never let another man get close to me.
