She took it and set it down briefly to step out of her pajamas. She wasn’t wearing a sports bra or boxers under the silk. I took her in. Her nipples were taut and she was already aroused and I hadn’t even touched her yet.
My mind went back to the first time we had sex. I was nervous because all my life I’d been attracted to men. The first few times it was strictly about her pleasing me, but as our relationship got deeper and I started catching feelings I wanted to please her too.
The fingering, the kissing, the scissoring was fun for me. Going down on her was the part I had to work through. Kel was always a clean girl even before I put her onto my products, but that particular act was still a mental hurdle I hadn’t fully cleared. Was I attracted to her? Hell yes. Did I enjoy every part of being with her? That was still a conversation I was having with myself.
I tried not to overthink it as she stepped in and massaged my body with the oil. One thing was for sure, she knew how to turn me on with the simplest of touches. I moaned as she worked the product over my nipples, pinching them just enough to send a shiver down my spine.
“You’ve been gone too long,” she muttered against my ear.
“You missed me?” I asked as one of her hands played with my nipple while the other found my clit. I shuddered.
“Yeah,” she answered. “Let me show you how much.”
She spun me around and pressed me to the tile. The warm water hit us both but the heat radiating off her was hotter.Her hands gripped my thigh, hoisting me up until I was locked around her waist.
“Kel—”
“What?” she asked as her fingers found my opening. She was an expert, never fumbling or guessing. She found my spot and made me forget my train of thought completely.
“Wh-what about the food?” I managed through ragged breaths.
“The quicker you cum for me, the quicker you can go eat.” The motion she had going was bringing tears to my eyes.
I wrapped my fingers in her soft wavy hair and pulled her into a kiss. My moans escaped onto her tongue as my thighs shook. It was almost embarrassing how fast she could take me there.
“Fuck, you got me about to cum already,” I cried out.
“Let me taste it,” she said, dropping to her knees without missing a beat, working my walls while her mouth found my clit. The sensation had my knees buckling. She held my weight without stopping and my release came so hard it caught us both off guard. We’d been together two years and the orgasms still shocked me.
Kel was never satisfied with just one.
“Kel please, I can’t take no more,” I tried to push her head away. I felt weak, my whole body throbbing.
“You taste so good baby,” she removed her fingers and replaced them with her tongue. “Just give me one more.”
Before I could argue she was rubbing my clit with two fingers while her tongue explored every part of me without apology. She was making me dizzy with lust. She had the audacity to be moaning like she was the one being pleased, and it turned me on to know my pleasure aroused her that much.
The second orgasm hit deeper than the first and this time the tears fell as she pulled every last bit of it from me.
“That’s what the fuck I thought,” she said against my skin, patting my ass like I had just scored a touchdown.
Kel rose licking her lips, smirking with satisfaction. That’s when I knew what I had right in front of me. Kel might not have been what I envisioned when I pictured myself married with kids and the whole American dream, but she was what I needed. She was a provider, a lover, and she knew my body better than I did. What more could I ask for.
“I love you Kel,” I murmured, forehead resting against hers.
“I know you do baby,” she said, tucking a wet strand of hair behind my ear. “Now come on. Let’s eat before the grits get cold.”
Chapter four
Riptide
Waking up to the smell of breakfast was a trip. My kitchen was usually a ghost town. The only thing my refrigerator stayed stocked with was bottled water. Most nights if I wasn’t grabbing takeout I was at Eli’s house letting London put a home cooked meal in front of me just so I wouldn’t have to face the silence of my own dining room.
Eli wasn’t just my cousin. He was my partner in every sense of the word. We had taken my old man’s home renovation company and built it into something he wouldn’t recognize if he were still alive. We weren’t just fixing up old builds anymore. Wewere designing and erecting custom estates from the ground up. I was the architect, the visionary behind the blueprints, and Eli was the construction manager who made sure the vision stood tall. Together we were a problem for the competition.
I had even designed my own house. I could still remember the late nights over the drafting table obsessing over every detail. The massive quartz island with the deep set sink. The sleek white cabinetry with chrome finishes. The flat top stove, the double wall ovens, the open concept flow that bled right into the living room.I had built it for a family that existed only in my head when I was drawing it.
Standing at the top of the stairs now, smelling Amina’s bacon, the house felt less like a dream and more like a museum of everything that never happened. I had designed the perfect kitchen for a woman who would never use it.