Kara
I’d only been intimate with one man.
Scott had been my first and my only for a long time.
We didn’t do it until I’d turned nineteen, and though we had sex, I figured the number was much lower than most couples because he’d gone to college and distance was a major barrier.
Then I’d gone to college and the distance for us doubled our problems.
I gave myself to him because I loved him.
I’d always been attracted to him, from the time I turned sixteen and on, but nothing prepared me for the attraction I felt for Bishop.
It wasn’t fair to compare the two because they were so different.
Whereas Scott was light, Bishop was tanned and dark.
They both had athletic bodies, but Scott was bulkier and Bishop was taller and leaner.
When I was with Scott, I felt like I was with my best friend.
Whenever I was with Bishop, I felt like I was going to burn from the inside out.
The whole evening with Bishop, I’d felt shaky, unbalanced, like I was standing on shallow ground and at any point during the evening, it would swallow me whole.
He had that effect on me.
The first time my lips touched his, I felt a surge of electric current run through my pores. And his light touches had the opposite effect on me, they singed my skin, making me, wanting me to incinerate into a big, puddled mess.
“Babe, are you okay?” Bishop’s voice knifed through my thoughts.
I’d excused myself to use the restroom as soon as we got inside this magnificent suite. The décor reminded me of a Moroccan getaway. The reds and the browns creating an elegant, colorful interior mix and the bed looked big, inviting, a lovers’ ultimate retreat.
I took a deep breath in and replied, “I’m good. Just give me another minute.”
His hands never left my sides as we walked from the parking lot to the lobby and to our room. He’d carried our overnight bags with ease and I leaned on his solid chest as we rode inside the elevator. He’d peppered me with light kisses while we were in public, but as soon as we got inside the suite, he’d dipped his tongue into my mouth, the act making my panties soaked in wetness.
I didn’t want to leave his side, but I had to collect my thoughts.
And now that I’d gathered them and tucked my doubts and uncertainties into the pockets of my mind, I checked myself in the mirror.
My lipstick was smeared across my lips.
My hair was a mess; it didn’t stand a chance against Bishop’s hands.
And the lace that adorned the neckline of my dress was slightly torn. They were no match for Bishop’s rough hands.
But when I caught sight of my eyes, I saw myself differently.
I saw a woman who wanted a man so much that she was willing to go all the way with him on their first date.
I’d never been hungry for a man’s taste but now, it was all over me, over my skin begging to be touched by the man on the other side of the door.
I didn’t fix myself on the mirror because there was no point.
Instead I pulled up the hem of my dress and started to strip.
He was waiting for me, as he lounged on the small couch by the side of the bed.
His back was towards me, but I knew that he felt me the second I entered the room.
Outside the bedroom, I called the shots, I voiced out my thoughts with no qualms.
But inside the bedroom, I was shy and timid. So unsure of what to do.
He stood up and turned towards me, his eyes getting darker as he took me in.
The chocolate browns were now almost-black when he was inches away from me.
“God, you’re beautiful.” His voice was throaty, and I saw the way his jaw clenched tightly, as if he was trying to gain his composure.
I gave him a shaky smile.
He must have sensed the doubts in me, “Baby, listen to me. If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to. I want you so goddamn much, but if you want to wait, we’ll wait. I’m not going to force you into anything.”
This man.
This glorious man.
The one who never backed down from winning a goal for his team, who never said he couldn’t solve a class assignment, and the one who never asked me for anything, was bowing his head down to me.
I could feel how hard he was for me since his erection was a steel rod tenting through his jeans.
I could feel the need he had for me because I felt the same for him.
But still, he was being considerate, letting me know that if I wanted out right now, I could.
I was in my red lace bra and panties, the two barely-there pieces of fabric shielding me from him yet I’d never felt more powerful.
I touched his jaw, feeling the soft stubble of hair on it, and with my hands continuing the journey, I unbuttoned his navy blue dress shirt, my eyes salivating at the sight of the skin I was slowly exposing.
His chest had tiny sprinkles of hair, and I couldn’t fight the urge to kiss his dark nipples. So I did.
Slowly.
Slowly…
“Baby.” His voice held a soft plea, one that I refused to listen to.
My knees started folding as my mouth moved down his body. My tongue touched the large expanse of his chest with no rhyme or reason and I kept on going down –
Down.
Until I saw a trail of hair peeking between his abs and the jeans that I’d managed to unzip without damaging my nails since my hands were still unstable.
He was wearing a pair of navy blue boxer briefs.
Briefs that were now wrapped around his ankles as I slowly marveled at the large, jutting cock in front of my face.
My chin touched his cock as I looked up to meet his eyes.
If his eyes could burn, I’d be gone in a poof right now.
His hands found my hair and I teased him with my tongue. “Should I kiss it or should I suck it?”
I’d never been bold.
But then again, I’d never been with Bishop.
He let out a growl and I decided to take it upon myself to kiss it.
The tip of his cock was a hard pole against my tongue, and the liquid leaking from it was salty, musty, so Bishop.
I didn’t have him inside my mouth for a minute because the next thing I knew, I was being lifted up and gently thrown on the bed.
He propped my head against a soft pillow and against my left ear he whispered, “Not so fast, babe. You’re coming first.”
His hands unclasped my bra so fast, I didn’t have to wonder what he was going to do next because I felt the invasion of his mouth against my neck.
His stubble would cause abrasions against my sensitive skin but I didn’t care.
“Oh, ohhh,” were my words of prayer as he assaulted my breasts with his tongue. While his hands were gentle, his mouth and tongue weren’t. The contrasting sensation making me wetter and wetter by the second.
“You drive me crazy,” he said, his mouth creating vibrations against my stomach as he talked. “So fucking crazy.”
His mouth was by my belly button when I felt the first invasion inside my center.
It was a thick finger and my pussy clamped down on it.
“You like that?” His voice held the edge of a man who was about to lose control. “You like it when I fuck you with my finger?”
His question made my center drip with wetness that I didn’t even know I had.
“Ummm…Bishop…arghh.” I wasn’t sure what noises I was making, but my body was arching back in want.
He inserted another finger and that was when I felt his tongue on my clit.
I had my eyes closed, savoring the sensation when I heard his command, “Baby, open your eyes.”
I opened them and I saw the dark glint of his eyes, bursting with passion and lust, while his mouth was glistening with my wetness.
This was what lava must feel like before it erupted from a volcano.
My body wasn’t mine to command anymore; it was solely his.
My mouth wasn’t mine either, as I said, “Bishop…please.”
My eyes were still on his, as he smirked, that trademark arrogant smirk of his, “What babe? Please what?”
When he talked, his words made my clit purr.
“I need you.” I begged, my body wanting release, “Please, I need you.”
“Say cock,” he ordered, my eyes closing in all the sensations he was making me feel.
“Bishop. I need your cock,” I said it with all the force that I could muster from my body, the body he’d turned into Jell-O.
I heard the crinkle of a wrapper and a tearing, and then slowly he positioned me so that my legs were wrapped around his waist.
“Lift up, babe,” he said, this time my eyes were opened so I saw the combination of desire and fascination in his eyes.
I lifted my butt up and then I felt him.
He pushed in slowly, making me used to his large girth.
He grunted and I let out a moan.
He pulled out and I pleaded, “No.”
Pushing back in, he growled, “So tight. So fucking tight.”
Then he set up a rhythm. Fast, fast, fast, slow. Slow. Fast.
He kept thrusting inside me until I couldn’t contain it anymore.
“I’m coming,” I said in harsh breaths. “I’m commminnggg…”
He slowed down his pace and held his cock inside of me. Then he started again.
This time, my eyes didn’t want to leave his. We were connected in the most intimate way. His body set a pace that would bring him satisfaction.
Wrapping my legs tighter against his butt, my angle pushing him deeper inside of me, I saw the beads of sweat forming on his brows.
I lifted my arms in the air, noticing that my breasts were bouncing with each thrust that he made.
“Fuck. Fuck. FUCCKK!” He whispered forcefully, as his cock rammed inside me, going in, out, in, and iiinnn.
I felt my body waking up to him again and when he said, “Fuck baby, I’m coming,” I chased my orgasm right along with his.
At some point in time, I’d have to get up and start my day.
I started to stretch my arms, but I was hindered by a large body whose hands were sprawled over my waist.
My body ached upon remembering all the things we did last night.
He hadn’t wanted to go to sleep. If he could, we would have gone all night long, evaluating which Kama Sutra positions were satisfying for the both of us.
“Baby, just one more. Please…” He’d pleaded after the fourth time.
My body was putty to his command so I’d granted him access, and he’d given me my fifth orgasm.
The dark curtains shielded us from the reality of the outside world and like Bishop, I wanted to stay in my slumber, but I really had to pee.
Checking the time on the digital clock, across from where my man’s big body laid, I saw that it was ten past ten.
Slowly, I raised his heavy arms and pushed a pillow in between them, careful not to wake him up.
Bishop was an early bird. I knew this because he’d often texted me before I woke up for my classes and by the time I received his messages, he’d already worked out and showered.
I tiptoed to the bathroom and winced at how sore my thighs were. I remembered him asking me to set them atop his shoulders and his tongue had lapped at me like I’d never been lapped at before.
He was a great lover hence why my breasts had whisker burns and my legs felt like I’d run a marathon.
After doing my business in the bathroom, I walked outside to the living room area of the suite. This time I took advantage of me being alone to really look at my surroundings.
The flat screen TV against the deep beige walls was a nice touch but it was the presence of the uniquely shaped couches that caught my attention. I sat on the one facing the patio and pressed on the remote control to open the windows.
The sun’s glow against the greenery of the golf course created for a peaceful scenery. It reminded me of the time I went on a vacation with Hanna before we started college. Up in the deep mountains of Colorado, Hanna and I had enjoyed a stress-free weekend stay at one of Colorado’s luxury hotels. We were pampered and taken care of like the princesses we were, as my brother had said when he gifted me with the vacation package.
My stomach grumbled before I got lost down memory lane so I picked up the phone and at the first ring, the kitchen staff answered. I ordered two omelets for Bishop, two orders of pancakes, and Belgian waffles for me, in addition to two glasses of freshly squeezed orange juice.
Bishop didn’t have the same dietary restrictions that Scott had as far as I knew, so I hoped what I ordered was enough.
The thought of Scott brought a twinge in my chest.
He’d occupied that space in my life for so long that even now, when I looked at a menu, I thought of him.
I wished that one day he would find the right woman for him.
He’d left me alone for two weeks, but he’d started texting and calling again. I answered his calls a few times because he was still a dear friend, but whenever he veered towards the topic of us getting back together, I had to shut him down.
Was it because I broke up with him that he wanted me back?
I couldn’t go back to Scott.
Especially not after what’s happened between me and Bishop.
And also because of the feelings I have for the man who commanded my body like it was his own possession.
“Babe?”
I heard the gruff voice emanating from the bedroom.
I answered with a lazy, “I’m here. I ordered breakfast for us.”
“Mmmhhm-kay,” he called out, sounding sleepy and lazy, not wanting to face the day yet. “Gimme a few.”
“Okay,” I said and plugged my phone into the wall charger. I hadn’t the time to check my messages and by the time I’d picked it up, I only had a two percent charge.
I stood up and basked in the amazing view in front of me. Texas was home, but San Diego had so many great escapes to go to.
I was willing to pitch in and pay Bishop for dinner and the hotel accommodations or at least half but he lifted his eyebrow and said, “No. It’s on me, babe.”
I had no qualms in paying my half. When I was with Scott, he paid for the food, but I also paid for my share such as drinks and gifts to our friends. It was important to set expectations from the beginning to reduce misunderstandings.
I was still trying to find my footing with Bishop, but the many times I offered to pay, he gently lowered my hand when I was reaching for my purse and gave me a look that broke no disobedience.
Speaking of obedience, I was quite surprised at how commanding he was in the bedroom.
He always brought me to pleasure first, but he was quite detailed in his instructions. Hands on the sides, babe. Touch yourself. Swirl your tongue around my cock. Pull your legs up and let me fuck you like this.
My thighs clenched at the memories and I knew that Bishop was in his own league as a lover.
He demanded but he gave so much more.
He commanded but he also kneeled down to give me pleasure.
“Deep in thought?” His broad shoulders wrapped around my arms.
“Yeah. I didn’t even hear you.” I leaned my head back against his chest, savoring the feel of the strength in his arms.
I scented the minty fresh toothpaste he’d used and gah, my mouth started to water.
I wanted to turn around, but his large hands held me captive.
I was in an embroidered Hanro Carla pajama set which I loved because of the feel of the soft cotton and girly look. I also liked Derek Rose pajama sets, but it was too hot for San Diego so when I ordered this one, I knew that this was going to be perfect sleepwear for the sunny seaside community.
His hands molded to my breasts, his mouth was on my neck, and my legs pushed down on the carpeted floor to keep my bearings.
“I’m sore…” I said in a weak protest. “My vagina needs time to recover. I’m surprised I can walk today.”
“I’ll be gentle,” he said, his erection digging on my ass and I found myself getting wetter.
I surrendered my body to him.
When Bishop came near me my body lit up and found its key.
His lips sucked on my neck as his hands massaged my breasts softly, giving tiny pinches to my nipples which only made them harder.
The knock on the door interrupted the journey that his hands were taking down to my pajama shorts.
There was no way he could greet the staff without them noticing his hard on and now that I’d turned around, I saw how delicious he looked in his black boxers which he wore with no accompanying shirt.
“I’ll get it,” I said, kissing his muscled, tanned chest.
His eyes were hooded with desire as he nodded, the long ends of his hair falling to the front of his eyes and the action of him sweeping his hair with his hand just made me more turned on.
As if he couldn’t help himself, he reached for my chin and brought my mouth to his lips.
In his kiss I felt the overwhelming desire to be inside of me and the gentle way he held my chin was enough to make me combust.
The knock on the door became insistent, followed with a “Ma’am? Your breakfast’s here.”
Technically it was brunch but who cared.
It could be dinner for all I knew and I would have no sense of time because Bishop ruled my world.
Removing myself from his reach, I started to walk towards the door.
“Hold on, babe,” Bishop said as he disappeared towards the bathroom.
When he came back, he was holding a white fluffy bathrobe with the HM emblem.
“I don’t want anyone to see your body.” His eyes darkened as he surveyed me in my pajama set, “You’re for my viewing pleasure only.”
I laughed and shook my head, “Alrighty, caveman.”
He smirked, moved to the side, and watched me as I wrapped myself in the bathrobe.
I teased, “Better?”
With a nod of his dark head, he smiled, his eyes raking over me, “Better. I’m gonna grab some stuff in the fridge while they cart the food in.”
I opened the door and greeted the middle-aged petite woman who held the feast on a cart tray. I apologized for the delay in answering the door and thanked her when she left the food inside.
Bishop appeared bearing two champagne glasses, along with a bottle of champagne.
“How are you going to open that?” I wondered out loud. “We should have asked for a corker.”
His smile was of pure arrogance, “Easy babe.”
“You gonna use your muscles?” I said in a mocking voice. “It’s gonna get messy.”
Holding the bottle with his right hand, he removed the golden foil wrapper and said, “This one comes with the wire cage.”
Shrugging my shoulders, I said, “Ah okay – you want to sit outside?”
“Sure.” He agreed. “It’s a nice day out.”
It was. I hadn’t opened the sliding door to the outside veranda but it looked to be in about then 70’s. Gone were the high 90 degree temps. I learned that SoCal had two seasons – rain or shine. Most of the time, the sun was out and as the rest of the country started cooling around September, California had a mind of its own, cooler temps starting in late October.
Bishop grabbed the cart’s handle and started steering it outside.
The air was balmy and I could smell the ocean air as soon as we stepped outside.
He started uncovering the dishes and you’d think I’d ordered filet mignon and caviar with the way his eyes were smiling.
The smallest things made him happy.
A warm feeling spread through me, knowing that the littlest thing brought this smile on his handsome face.
He walked towards me, and since he’d put on a light blue shirt, I couldn’t feel his skin on me anymore. I found myself missing it.
Gah Kara, you’re turning out to be so needy.
I’d been independent for as long as I could remember.
I never let anyone rule over my mind.
But this man, the man who was pulling me in closer to his side so he could kiss my hair was obliterating all the preconceptions I have of myself.
He asked me to sit on his lap when we ate breakfast and my instinct was to say no.
But when he looked at me with those intense, melted chocolate eyes, I lost the power to say no.
He fed me spoon after spoon of the delicious egg dishes that my stomach settled in contentment so fast. He forked a strawberry and fed it to me before licking the side of my lips because the juice had dripped to the side.
Between feeding me, he helped himself to the heaping feast. We shared two glasses of orange juice mixed with champagne and when we’d cleared the food, I felt as if my stomach was going to burst from all the food I’d eaten.
We didn’t talk much while we were eating.
Just being with each other was enough to fill the quiet that never felt empty.
We savored the calmness of the leaves swaying in the gentle breeze and the sounds of birds chirping nearby.
“Thank you, Bishop,” I said as I moved my body around to straddle his legs. The couch created from wine crates had very soft cushions that accommodated both of us comfortably. “I’m having a great time.”
His mouth tilted to the side, making him look boyish, and I brushed the hair that fell around his eyes. “Even when I make you sore?”
I grinned and placed a soft kiss on his full lips. “Especially when you make me sore.”
He brushed a hand on the side of my face and with his dark eyes focused on mine, he asked, “You happy, babe?”
I nodded my head and said, “Happiest. I haven’t been this happy in such a long time.”
He was silent for a few seconds, taking in what I’d said, and then I felt his cock thickening against my soft pajamas and his boxer shorts. “Want me to make you happier?”
My response was my lips on his mouth, my hands on his abs, and my butt pushing down on his cock.
He carried me without any hardships. My body was a weightless pile in his arms.
Setting me down on the rumpled bedsheets, he proceeded to show me just how much he wanted to make me happy.
And as he pushed inside of me, I had a feeling that I’d only feel this bliss with Bishop.
Because as he held my body in his command, he also held my heart with his gentle hands.