I swallow. Twice. “Marry? You barely know me. We’ve only known each other for a week, Savior! I don’t even know what your middle name is!”
“Thomas,” his eyes twinkle, “what’s yours?”
“Erin.” I’m a bit unnerved at how casual all of this is, like this is just a regular part of conversation. So, hey, your dad’s a drug dealer? Oh cool. Wanna get married?
“We don’t have to get married now, gorgeous.” There he goes again with that pet name and I feel my resolve dissipate. “I want you to have the full college experience before you settle down. I’m willing to wait.”
I’m sure Savior wants me to go to frat parties and get not-chocolate wasted as I play beer pong for the third time in a week. I’m pretty sure he doesn’t want me spreading eagle for forgettable bad lays. “You’re saying you’re going to wait and you’ll be okay with me doing other random guys?”
“Do you want to sleep with other randoms?” He corners me against the balcony, locking me as both arms hold the wall. “Maybe I’m not fucking you right.”
Yes, Savior. You’re not fucking me right. You need to bend me over this balcony right now and have your neighbors wonder if you’re committing a felony by the way my screams are. I shake the nasty thoughts out of my head. “I told you 90 days, Savior. It’s only been four days.”
“Do you really need 90 days to know how you feel about me? I already knew how I felt about you within the first few.”
I’m not the falling in love at first sight type. However, I can admit the feelings I have towards Savior are reminiscent of a Disney princess movie. Then again, Tiana didn’t even like homeboy until they were both frogs, and only then, she barely tolerated his ass. “Savior, this is all happening too soon, too fast.” My head is spinning with the information. “I don’t know what you expect me to do. I never had a guy tell me he wants to marry me and I don’t know how to react. I know it’s not a proposal but it’s just…it’s just too fast. We need to…we need to slow down.”
“I didn’t say I want to marry you, Keisha. I said I’m going to.” Savior’s jaw tightens and he steps back. “But if you want us to slow down, I can do that.”
Maybe my definition of slowing down is different from Savior’s. I wanted us to slow down on the whole proposal and ‘Guess Who’s Coming to Dinner’ remix. I don’t need to slow down on him laying the pipe. “Can we slow down everywhere else but the sex?”
His lips curve into a sexy smile and he rushes over to me again. His lips hungrily devour mine like it’s the first time he’s kissed me in ages and he doesn’t know when it’ll happen again. He tasted like mint and coffee, with a mixture that was all him.
His tongue played with mine, and he savored my lips. He moved down to my neck and lightly sucked on it while his hands roamed my body. He lifted up my shirt and softly pinched my nipples. I moaned his name, quietly begging him to not stop.
I felt his hands work my pants and he slid another hand inside, cupping my sex. “I love it how you keep it hot and wet for me, gorgeous.” He moaned.
I couldn’t respond. We were outside on his balcony, where neighbors could see us. I didn’t feel embarrassed nor ashamed. I felt overwhelming aroused as another breathy moan slipped out of my throat. He met my moan with another one of his, before he took over my mouth again.
My legs were now bare and so was my sex. My back was against the balcony wall and Savior’s fingers were relentless. His thumb caressed my clit, while a finger played inside me. His soft, wet lips kissed with such tenderness in direct contrast of what his hand was doing.
My body writhed as I whimpered. The orgasm was rapidly approaching as I felt that pressure wind up like a tight coil. His finger moved deep into my tight channel while his thumb circled my clit in the same antagonizing fashion.
Growls and moans sputtered out of my throat. It wasn’t me. I sounded primal, sex-starved; a completely different being. He wanted me to come now, in his backyard, and he didn’t care who heard me.
His mouth was hungry for mine. His lips kissed me with a gentleness I never had before. I was about to lose all control and give in. My fingernails dug into his arms and my legs began to shake with volition on their own. “Fuck!” I breathed out. I had no control of what sounds and words my mouth made.
“Is my girl going to come for me?” He taunted me. His thumb flicked my throbbing clit while he kept fingering me. “I want to hear you scream my name.”
It was too much and I couldn’t stave off the climax any longer. Little more flicks with his fingers, and I came hard, fast, and so loud. The orgasm shook my body like an earthquake, splitting me apart. I screamed his name at the top of my lungs and my body stilled.
He kissed me so softly as I slowly came down from my incredible high. I felt his fingers withdraw from me before I heard the sound of a pulled-down zipper. “Turn around and bend over.” He instructed.
I opened my eyes and saw Savior with his cock out as he stroked it with my essence. His eyes were heated, dark, and just so sexy. I turned around and bent over, arching my back to give him enough access.
He gripped one hand on my ass while the other eased his cock inside of me. I gasped as I felt a burning, stretching sensation. We’d never had sex without a condom and the feeling is completely different. There’s no barrier between us and I feel more connected to him than before.
He bent over me and kissed my back. His thick cock filled me to aching fullness and I still wanted more. He slowly glides in and out of me, hitting my spot with each thrust. He pierced through me, stretching me beyond my comfort level. Groans formed in the pit of my stomach and flew out of my mouth, my eyes watered, and my head spun.
“Keisha…” He moaned. My pussy suckled along his thick length, clenching tight around him. “Ooh…straighten up a little, baby. Yeah, like that.” He drove his hips against mine, building a steady pace.
He fucked me with no abandon. His balls wildly slapped against my pussy as one of his hands tightly gripped my waist. His other hand was around my neck and he softly squeezed it. I’d never been choked during sex before and honestly, it wasn’t on my list to-do. Yet, Savior did it so erotically and with care. It was another level of eroticism.
He sucked in a breath and fucked me harder. Every thrust ripped a scream, a gasp from me as he went faster. My body coated with sweat as I felt Savior’s glorious cock thrust in and out of me. I submitted complete control over to him. I no longer wanted to fight. I no longer wanted to be worried about the future.
I wanted to be free. We both did.
My body began to experience mini-firework explosions and I knew the climax was close. I felt his body tremble as well and I knew he couldn’t stave off the orgasm much longer. We moved together as one, in the open L.A. air, with the hot sun beating down on us. It was raw fucking, yet somehow, it felt like we were making love.
I couldn’t properly get the words out, letting him know I was about to come. Instead, I screamed his name as my body shook. Savior continued to thrust inside until he pulled out, shooting his hot come all over my ass and smearing it with his cock.
He collapsed against my sweaty back, kissing it and breathing hard. His arms were tight around my waist. We panted for a short while, not saying a word, and letting all of the emotions take over.
I felt Savior’s lips on my neck and I turned to meet his again. We kissed in a frenzied passion, almost sloppily, as we exchanged energy between us. He took away my pain while I gave him more freedom to be himself.
“Shower?” He kissed me again. “And dinner after your fitting?”
I nod. “Sounds good.”
~~~~~
There is something very B.A.P.S- like about driving down Rodeo Drive and Savior is about to treat me to whatever my heart desires.
As I relax in the passenger seat of his Aston Martin, I try not to pinch myself in amazement about what is happening in my life. A week ago, I started an internship at a law firm, hoping to get some info about a potential law career. A week later, I’m in the passenger ride of my boyfriend’s car as he treats me.
I feel like Cinderella. I just hope Savior’s car doesn’t turn into a pumpkin.
I turn my attention to Savior’s whip, and I’m stunned at the extravagance of it. My Beemer is pretty sweet, but this Aston Martin screams, ‘I’m wealthy and you will deal.’ The panel has all of these intricate buttons that I’m afraid of pressing for I’m afraid one of them will parachute my seat and nah, bruh.
Maybe I might have watched too many James Bond movies.
Savior slides his hand between my thighs and slightly pinches the left one. It’s a small gesture but it’s a big one. He’s once again claiming ownership of me, my body, and letting me know I’m his. He glances over to me and I smile back at him, blowing him a kiss and he blows one back.
He surprised me with his music selection and honestly, I didn’t know too many white guys knew who Gerald Levert, but apparently Savior had his entire catalogue. As Gerald croons about a lost love, I wonder what other secrets is Savior keeping from me? He doesn’t seem like the type who would love soul food and listen to Gerald Levert. If I catch this white boy with a pack of Newports and Colt 45, I’ll be too through.
“What’s on your mind, gorgeous?” Savior asks as he navigates through traffic.
“Just thinking random things,” I reply after a short silence. “That’s all.”
“Oh?” Savior’s lips curve into a delicious smile. “What random things?”
“Why nobody stopped for gas at any time in the Fast & Furious movies?” I slightly nod. “That bugs me.”
Savior chuckles and I feel that deep rumble down to my yoni. Damn, when am I not horny around him? “You got a point. They never stopped for gas. They also defied physics. Cars don’t generally fly the way they do in the movies.”
“I figured that much but the gas part, though. Not all of them were driving electric cars.” I shrug. “So yeah, random things.”
“Well, no, that’s a random thing. You said things, plural.” He shifted gears. “What else is in that crazy and brilliant mind of yours?”
A ton of things are going through my head. Am I going to be formally introduced to the rest of his family as his girlfriend? Will Savior ever meet my daddy? How will that meeting go?
My mind travels back to the home issue. I’m getting pressure to sell it and surprisingly, it’s not from the realtors but from friends and family. Honestly, I have no reason to hold onto it but until I’m actually away from college and living my life, there’s no reason to let it go.
Instead of telling Savior any of that, I go with the most logical question. “Gerald Levert?”
“College days. Marc listened to a lot of R&B music. I liked some of it before but he liked the quiet storm and deeper R&B. He schooled me on a lot and I liked it. I can’t listen to any of the new stuff because there’s no romance in it. R&B is suppose to wine and dine a woman, court her, and then bed her. Nowadays, you hear R&B singers talking about penetration before they even say anything about foreplay and you’re like, ‘How is this supposed to set the mood?’”
It reminded me each time we made love, Savior had his own rhythm, tailored to my needs and perfected with each thrust. His tongue took me home to the King like a Tamela Mann song and the way he guided my hips as I rode his cock, makes me bite my lip in anticipation now.
My nipples tightened and I feel a small thump inside my panties. I hope my arousal isn’t too obvious and there’s nothing I can really do about it since we’re out in public. But the moment we get back home to my place, I’m going to be on that ass like a parolee out of jail.
“So who are your favorite bands?” I ask to change the mood from horny to conversational.
“Gosh, so many.” Savior shakes his head. “Marvin Gaye, O’Jays, Commodores, Temptations, and Chaka Khan and Rufus. Those are in my 70’s playlist. Then I have bands in the 80’s like New Edition and the Force MD’s. And then we move onto the 90’s where I have Jodeci, Boyz II Men, Keith Sweat, and many others.” He rattles off a few more bands and I have to say, I’m quite impressed by his tastes. His collection is a lot more expansive than mine. I have mostly trap music in my collection with a few oldies courtesy of my daddy. A lot of these bands Savior is naming, I can honestly say I have faintly heard of.
“What about you?” He asks me. “What do you like? I know you like Chris Brown and Dave East. Any others?”
“I’ve heard a few of the bands you’ve mentioned but I listen to a lot of current stuff.” Though, my current stuff is pretty wack compared to what Savior listens to. No wonder everyone complains about mumble rappers and trap music. You could actually understand what someone talked about back in the day. “Migos, Future, Cardi B., to name a few.”
Savior nods. “They’re pretty good. Not my cup of tea but I don’t knock anyone’s tastes in music. I listen to some crazy stuff myself.”
“What’s crazy about LSG?” I chuckle. “Other than you listen to it.”
“Well, that’s not all. I love Hozier and John Mayer. I can dig some Ed Sheeran.” He smiles. “They’re great to research cases to.”
“There you go,” I chuckle.
Savior grabs my hand and places a soft kiss on it. “Have you heard anything from Andrea about last night?”
“I haven’t heard from her nor do I expect to. I did find out I’m all over the blogs.” Which is not a surprise. Witnesses from last night’s kerfuffle gossiped about what they saw. Everyone said the same thing – Andrea mouthed off to me, I was crying, she forcibly grabbed my face, and I gladly punched hers in.
It’s not something I’m proud of. If anything, I’m quite ashamed of what transpired last night. I never thought Andrea and I would get into a physical fight nor did I think she would say those horrible things to me.
Our relationship is irrevocably broken and I doubt I would ever hear from her again. I took the liberty of deleting all of my social media pages so nobody has to wonder what I’m doing or why I’m acting brand-new. If there’s not a reason to gossip, people won’t pay attention.
That wasn’t the only reason why I deleted all of my pages. When people found out where the fight took place, Savior’s name naturally came up. No one made the connection he was my boyfriend but the whispers already started. Eyewitnesses confirmed they saw us together.
Savior and his family may not care about what black gossip blogs say about them, but I’m pretty sure they care about what the society pages think of them. It’s one thing to be black famous; it’s an entirely different ball game when you’re legit famous.
“Do you really want to risk your reputation just to be with me?” I ask. “People have started to make the connection between us.”
“So.” he replies.
I incredulously look at him. “So? Savior, you may not care about how it looks but I do. I know how people gossip in high society. Sure, they act like they don’t care but then they won’t give you any clients. They won’t send any cleaning ladies to your home.”
Savior chuckles and I feel that deep rumble down to my punani again. We just had sex and I want him again. “Gorgeous, if any of that was true, no one would have clean homes and no one would be rich.”
“But you have to care about your family’s reputation?” I push. “Everyone knows the contribution your parents made to the Civil Rights Movement. Gossip bloggers already said how your family went from classy to ashy based on that fight.”
Savior’s face looks amused. I don’t know why he’s so amused by any of this. I’m horrified and he’s acting like it’s another day in his life. What in the Caucasian hell?
“Keisha…” he turns a corner, “what did my mother tell you about her marriage to my father?”
The mistresses. The Little League game. The constant reference to Thomas as her ex, though there was no record of a divorce. “He wasn’t a good husband and not really a good father.”
Savior confirms his mother’s report. “It’s an open secret about my father’s affairs. He was on the road a lot, traveling and fighting for equality and freedom for everyone. When people hear about the Civil Rights Movement, they naturally think of the 1960s. What they don’t think about how it’s still active today. Redlining, not being hired because of your ethnic name, being paid less simply because of your race and gender, loan sharks in the form of payday and online loan scammers that specifically target minorities. We may not be singing We Shall Overcome, but there’s a lot of work that needs to be done. That’s where my father comes in.
“Whenever there’s a police shooting, he gets the call first. Whenever there’s discrimination, he’s the first one that knows about it. My father will find all of this out before there’s even a press conference, before there’s a viral video. He doesn’t seek it. People tell him what’s going on and he uses his discretion on whether it’s something he wants to pursue.
“While my father was everyone’s champion, he was never home. He used to be gone for days at a time. Then it became weeks. Soon, it was months. Then, we only saw him on major holidays. A marriage can’t survive on that. My mother was also gone a lot fighting for women’s rights and she still travels quite a bit. The difference between the two was my mother was never gone more than a weekend.
“My mother isn’t innocent, neither. She’s had her fair share of lovers and I’ve met quite a few of them. Some even helped me with homework and took me out for ice cream.” He gives a sad smile. “That’s when I knew how dysfunctional their relationship was and how I would never want to have one like it.
“My parents never officially divorced but they’ve been separated for quite some time. They announced the separation about 10 years ago and neither of them have actually filed for divorce, nor do I think they ever will. They still live on the same property, just in different wings of the home. Their home is big enough where they can be there every day of the year and still not bother each other at any given time.”
He pulls into a parking garage and parks the car. He unbuckles his seat belt and turns to me. “So, while you’re concerned about my association with you, trust me, with my family history, you’re actually small potatoes.”