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Authors: Latrivia S. Nelson
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nice condo in a nice part of town but not anything that would break the bank.
Overall, it was hard to find a woman, regardless of color, who wanted the same types of things in life that he wanted, because what he wanted most was simplicity. Strangely enough, he had found it in Stacey. She was clever, always saying things that stuck with him long after their conversation had ended. She was inquisitive about even the smallest parts of his life, and she was sure of herself.
In the four weeks that he’d known her, the one thing that he had learned to appreciate most about her was that she was sincere. She had no ambitions to conquer the world or to be the most known or most sought after, even though by some measure she had conquered her world and was highly regarded. How many women could say that? For that matter, how many men knew a woman who was doing that? He felt honored.
“I’m waiting, Hunter,” she said, turning the water off in her tub. “Are you going to do this or should I?” Her voice was playful.
“No, I’m coming. You know, I’ve never really seen your bedroom before. It’s nice.”
“Thanks,” she said, sounding a bit preoccupied. “No, Rapture. Go,” she ordered. Her voice echoed in the bathroom.
Scratching the back of his tousled hair, Hunter rounded the corner and paused. His eyes widened at the sight before him. Stacey was sitting in her white garden tub full of crimson rose petals naked with her dreads down covering the brown tips of her perky breasts.
“I hope that there is nothing wrong with a little spontaneity,” she said, waving her hands in the water. Her eyes begged for his approval. Trying to still her quivering voice, she reached out for him. “We can take things slowish later.”
Walking up to the tub, Hunter looked down at her body and licked his lips. His eyes were wild with lusty thoughts. Greedily taking in her body, he studied her in amazement. Her skin was perfect. Warm brown flesh unblemished and toned sat atop of lean muscle and continuous curves. Her bright brown eyes spoke of passion and desire that he had never truly seen before in her.
“Did I move to fast?” she asked suddenly, preparing to draw back into her shell.
Hunter realized in that moment that he had not uttered a word. He stammered. “No…you just look…I never imagined that you were so beautiful.”
She blushed, showing a deceiving innocence. “Thank you.” Picking up the shampoo, she passed it to him.
“You’re killing me,” he said jokingly. “You still want me to wash your hair?”
“Yes,” she laughed. “Play along. You’ll be rewarded.”
Her banter made him hard. Quickly, he opened the top and dropped a blob of shampoo in his hands then sat on the edge of the tub. The cold porcelain did nothing to cool his growing heat. Rubbing the shampoo into her hair, he watched her angelic eyes close. Ah, now she’s enjoying it , he thought to himself. He massaged her temples then took the ceramic cup and stuck into the water to rinse her off.
As the water cascaded down her long back, he felt his pants rise up with a steely erection. God, she is so sensual , he thought to himself as he washed her. His hands trailed down her neck to her narrow shoulders and massaged her tense muscles. He ached to go further and cup her breasts. Rigid and inviting, they waited for him.
Slow , he reminded himself as the water trickled over her face. It was her moan that devoured him. Biting her lip, a deep throaty sound came from within her that stabbed at his most erogenous senses.
“I can’t do this,” he said, standing up. “Not I can’t do this…I mean, I can’t do this like this.” Don’t mess this up , he berated himself inwardly.
She wiped her face and looked up confused. Had she done something wrong? Was it not time?
Without any more words, Hunter pealed out of his shirt to reveal carved muscle then pulled off his
Overall, it was hard to find a woman, regardless of color, who wanted the same types of things in life that he wanted, because what he wanted most was simplicity. Strangely enough, he had found it in Stacey. She was clever, always saying things that stuck with him long after their conversation had ended. She was inquisitive about even the smallest parts of his life, and she was sure of herself.
In the four weeks that he’d known her, the one thing that he had learned to appreciate most about her was that she was sincere. She had no ambitions to conquer the world or to be the most known or most sought after, even though by some measure she had conquered her world and was highly regarded. How many women could say that? For that matter, how many men knew a woman who was doing that? He felt honored.
“I’m waiting, Hunter,” she said, turning the water off in her tub. “Are you going to do this or should I?” Her voice was playful.
“No, I’m coming. You know, I’ve never really seen your bedroom before. It’s nice.”
“Thanks,” she said, sounding a bit preoccupied. “No, Rapture. Go,” she ordered. Her voice echoed in the bathroom.
Scratching the back of his tousled hair, Hunter rounded the corner and paused. His eyes widened at the sight before him. Stacey was sitting in her white garden tub full of crimson rose petals naked with her dreads down covering the brown tips of her perky breasts.
“I hope that there is nothing wrong with a little spontaneity,” she said, waving her hands in the water. Her eyes begged for his approval. Trying to still her quivering voice, she reached out for him. “We can take things slowish later.”
Walking up to the tub, Hunter looked down at her body and licked his lips. His eyes were wild with lusty thoughts. Greedily taking in her body, he studied her in amazement. Her skin was perfect. Warm brown flesh unblemished and toned sat atop of lean muscle and continuous curves. Her bright brown eyes spoke of passion and desire that he had never truly seen before in her.
“Did I move to fast?” she asked suddenly, preparing to draw back into her shell.
Hunter realized in that moment that he had not uttered a word. He stammered. “No…you just look…I never imagined that you were so beautiful.”
She blushed, showing a deceiving innocence. “Thank you.” Picking up the shampoo, she passed it to him.
“You’re killing me,” he said jokingly. “You still want me to wash your hair?”
“Yes,” she laughed. “Play along. You’ll be rewarded.”
Her banter made him hard. Quickly, he opened the top and dropped a blob of shampoo in his hands then sat on the edge of the tub. The cold porcelain did nothing to cool his growing heat. Rubbing the shampoo into her hair, he watched her angelic eyes close. Ah, now she’s enjoying it , he thought to himself. He massaged her temples then took the ceramic cup and stuck into the water to rinse her off.
As the water cascaded down her long back, he felt his pants rise up with a steely erection. God, she is so sensual , he thought to himself as he washed her. His hands trailed down her neck to her narrow shoulders and massaged her tense muscles. He ached to go further and cup her breasts. Rigid and inviting, they waited for him.
Slow , he reminded himself as the water trickled over her face. It was her moan that devoured him. Biting her lip, a deep throaty sound came from within her that stabbed at his most erogenous senses.
“I can’t do this,” he said, standing up. “Not I can’t do this…I mean, I can’t do this like this.” Don’t mess this up , he berated himself inwardly.
She wiped her face and looked up confused. Had she done something wrong? Was it not time?
Without any more words, Hunter pealed out of his shirt to reveal carved muscle then pulled off his
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