Rituals for Love (9781476761893) (12 page)

“Okay, fine.” I snickered. “We couldn't keep our hands off
each other
.”

“You didn't wait long to attack me either. What was it, our second date?”

“It was our third, and I did not attack you. Two mature, consenting adults decided to have sex. We took precautions and you loved it.”

“Why don't you remind me how much I loved it?”

“We have work to do.”

“Yes, we do.” Cain grabbed my hand and lured me away from the table, over to the lounge chair beside the pool.

“So this is why you wanted to play hooky.”

He reclined the backrest and stretched out on the cushioned lounger. He cupped my ass and pulled me close enough to grasp my hips and guide me where he wanted me, straddling his body.

He untied my sarong and let it fall away to the patio. I reached for it and he stopped me. He stared at me with an intensity that bore through me. His hands moved to the back of my bikini top and unfastened the clasp. He delicately slid the straps down my arms and dropped the top with the sarong. He sat up and wrapped his arms around my back, drawing me close enough that my breasts were pressed against his chest. He whispered in my ear, “I need you to do me a favor?”

“What's that?”

“I need you to stand up and take off your bottoms.”

I craned my neck back and looked into his face. He was smiling a smile that said that I should do what he said. I extracted myself from his embrace and stood next to the chair. I eased my bikini bottom over my ass and let it drop to the ground. I stepped out of my bathing suit while Cain took in my naked glory from head to toe. “Now what?” I teased.

He jumped up from the chair. “Be right back.”

I spun around and watched as he jogged off toward the pool house and dipped inside. I stood waiting, the sun warming my backside. He returned carrying a long, fluffy towel that he laid on top of the lounge chair. “You didn't answer my question,” I said.

“Now I want you to lie down.”

I shook my head. “I want you to take off your trunks and
you
lie down.”

He didn't hesitate. Cain dropped his swimsuit and eased down onto the lounge chair. I stood at the foot of the chair and peered down at him. His chocolate goodness shone in the sunlight. He put one hand behind his head and started to stroke himself with the other. I joined him on the chair, crawling up his body until my face hovered near his growing manhood. I cupped his scrotum and gently rolled it in my palm.

He stopped stroking, his hand wrapped around the shaft. “Give it a little kiss.”

I obliged and kissed the tip with full, pouty lips. He lightly tapped his penis on my mouth. I kissed it again, this time placing my hand over his to hold it steady. Without provocation, I traced my tongue around the head. Cain inhaled sharply and his body tensed. I took that as my cue and covered his tip with my mouth. I savored the smoothness of his manhood against my tongue. I gave him the lollipop treatment—a little twirl with a gentle pull, in and out of my mouth. He moved his hand from beneath mine and I took over with a firm, rhythmic stroke. He moaned low and long. I sucked him into my mouth inch by inch, gauging the effect I was having on him. He watched me intently, his gaze unwavering. I filled my mouth with him, controlling the pace, stoking his fire. The rise and fall of his chest intensified, becoming more erratic with each breath. I knew the intricacies of Cain's body and exactly how to work it. The sensation of his growing hardness inside of my mouth excited me. I closed my eyes and switched to autopilot. My hands and tongue worked in tandem. They listened to his body and responded accordingly. As the sound of his panting amplified, I sucked him harder and deeper. I concentrated on not gagging, focusing on the sounds surrounding me—Cain's moaning, the flowing waterfall, chirping birds nearby. Over and over, I sucked him down.

His hands gripped my shoulders and my eyes fluttered open. He was breathing heavily and staring down at me. I slowly withdrew his length from my mouth, snaking my tongue along the way.

“I need to be inside you,” he said gruffly.

I climbed his body. My legs on either side of him, I undulated my nani on his penis moving my hips back and forth. “Can you feel that?” I asked.

“You're getting wet for me.”

I raised up and took hold of his penis. Cain grabbed my waist, fingers splayed, and guided me as I eased him inside. Down and then up. A slow bounce progressed as my body took over. Eyes closed, head tilted back, I rode Cain to my own sexy groove. The feel of his manhood nestled in my depths—snug, long, and strong—was like no other pleasure. My honey dripped and I sang. Sang a sweet song that carried in the wind. It was a song that had been sung many times before. The ad libs were different but the song was the same—a song of sensuality and desire. Cain joined in with his own harmony. My back arched as he thrust upward. I opened my eyes and knew what I'd see, him watching me. He loved to watch.

I raked my nails down Cain's chest and stomach; his muscles contracted. He bit his bottom lip and I did it again. He dug his fingers into my ass and drove in deeper. I cried out; he pushed harder. My walls constricted around him; he cried out. Cain sat up and clasped me to him with one arm. I wrapped my legs around his waist and nibbled his lips. He devoured mine. I grabbed the back of his head and he tugged on my hair, clutching it between his fingers. Feverish kisses trailed from my chin to my neck to my lips again. I rolled my hips into him. Sweat trickled down my back as our naked bodies glistened in the sun.

I tried to refrain from shouting since we were outdoors but couldn't. “Oh, damn!”

“Let it out,” he drawled.

“Oh, damn…”

“Can you take it all?”

“Yes,” I whispered hoarsely.

“Do you want all of this?”

I managed to nod.

“Can you handle it?” he asked.

“Can
you
handle it?”

He rammed into my nani. “I said can you handle it?”

A strained wheeze escaped me. He shoved again. I locked my arms around his neck. Once again, this time with more intensity. My breath caught in my throat. Yet again, fiercer. Over again, faster. Over and over and over, Cain thrust into me. His relentless drive made me scream his name, shout a string of profanities, and call out to the Almighty. My nani pulsated and bathed him in my essence. I tried to back away from Cain, but he held me captive. I struggled to catch my breath. He changed his flow and eased into me nice and slow. I exhaled. My legs were trembling. He pressed his face against my shoulder and clung to me. He kept pumping as he chased his orgasm. I moved my hips in a figure eight, guiding the way. He faltered. I didn't. My steady, gentle twist carried him over the finish line. He bellowed as he came.

Cain peered at me through one squinted eye. “Damn, baby.”

“I was there.” I untangled myself from his body. We were drenched in sweat. My hair was clinging to my back.

He stretched out on the lounge, black skin shining, traces of our lovemaking shimmering on his most private of parts. I stumbled on weak legs to the outdoor pool shower and let the cool water cascade over me. My nani was still pulsing from Cain's deep dive. He knew how to make me come each and every time, and it wasn't always the same way.

I turned off the water and grabbed a couple of towels from the pool house. I dried off, wrapped myself in the towel and returned to the patio. Cain's eyes were closed. I laid the extra towel on the lounge beside his and stretched out to bask in the heat.

I
squinted against the afternoon sun. My neck was stiff and cocked to the side. Apparently I had dozed off. I sat up, rubbing my neck, the towel clinging to my back. I was hot and sweaty. Jade was on the lounge next to mine, back turned to me, towel covering her nakedness. I checked my watch and it was after four. I stood up and stretched. My body felt like I had just engaged in an intense workout. I bent down, collected our bathing suits from the patio, and then went over to Jade's lounger. Tendrils of damp hair framed her face. I stood over her for a moment watching her sleep and was assaulted by a rush of feelings. That was my lady, my friend, my lover. I was proud, no grateful, that she was mine.

I leaned over and brushed her arm. She stirred. I gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “Baby, wake up.” Eyes still closed, she smiled. “Come on, babe,” I coaxed.

She languidly sat up and smoothed the hair back from her face. “How long was I asleep?”

“We were out for about an hour and a half.”

“I put it on you, huh?”

I laughed. “You always do.” I stepped aside so she could stand up. “Let's go grab a shower.”

“You need one,” she said.

“Wait a minute.” I snatched her towel as she passed by.

She jumped. “Cain, stop being fresh! Just because you're an exhibitionist with your goods showing—”

“Who's being fresh? I need to drop these towels in the laundry room. And, for the record, since nobody can see us I wouldn't consider myself an exhibitionist.” I tapped her on the ass and nudged her into the house. “Go shower. I'll meet you up there.”

I threw the towels in the washing machine and then went up to my bedroom. The bathroom door was open and the water running. Jade was in the shower lathering her body. I leaned against the countertop and took her in from head to toe through the glass enclosed shower. Her caramel skin, full breasts, round ass, shapely calves. The curve of her hips. Her smooth stomach. Eyes that invited me in every time I looked at her. The Brazilian wax that turned me on and made me want to taste her at that very moment. Nothing was off-limits. Making her happy made me happy. Jade saw me watching and knew what I liked. She massaged her breasts while she soaped up. She put her foot on the shower bench as she washed from her thigh down to her toes. She turned away from me and squeezed a trail of bubbles over her shoulder down to the small of her back and the round of her ass. She bathed herself with lingering strokes and pronounced gestures. I stepped inside the shower with her.

“It's about time,” she said.

“I was being a voyeur.” I turned on my shower head and let the water beat on me.

“I noticed.” She came over to me and began to lather my back. “Thank goodness you don't have any neighbors close enough to see into your yard. We would have given them quite a show today.”

I turned to face her. “We look damned good doing what we do. I'm thinking about breaking out my video camera next time.”

“Oh, no you're not. You will not be recording us getting our freak on.”

“Why not?” I grabbed her and slid against her soapy body. “We'd look good on film.”

“I hope you're kidding. I don't do videos, take pictures, send texts, or anything I don't want my mother to see.”

“How would your mother see something we do and watch in private?”

“I don't know, but those intimate moments have a way of falling into the wrong hands. So you can forget about it.”

“I was just kidding, Jade. Don't get riled up. I'm not interested in recording our
intimate moments.”
I chuckled. “I prefer to relive them when the mood hits, not watch them on screen.” Rubbing against her had me ready to relive the moment. “You see what I mean?” I asked, looking down at my erection.

She nodded. “I see exactly what you mean.”

We kissed, water streaming over us. Jade continued to bathe me, caressing while she lathered my penis and balls. I took the sponge from her hands and let the soap rinse from our bodies. I turned her around and scooped her against me, kissing the crook of her neck while lifting her slightly to carry her the few steps to the bench. I braced my arm around her pelvis and leaned her over. “I can't get enough of you.”

She placed her hands on the shower bench and steadied herself while I entered from behind. As my dick glided into her nani, I looked down at another picture-perfect moment.

•  •  •

J
ADE WAS SITTING ON THE
bed toweling her hair dry. I had just put on lotion and was stepping into my boxer shorts. My
stomach growled. “I'm starving, babe. What are you going to make for dinner?”

She tossed her head to the side and continued drying. “I was just thinking maybe we could go to Eden for dinner. You know I'm curious about your resident chef concept. I wanted to see it in action before you ship him off.”

“Believe me there's nothing to see. I don't think we're hiring him anyway. Jeremiah isn't impressed.”

“Okay. We can still have dinner there.”

“I'd rather stay in. In fact, I was thinking a nice dinner at home prepared by my baby, who just happens to be my favorite chef, would be the perfect end to a perfect day.”

“How about a compromise?”

“I'm open. Let's hear it.”

“We can have dinner at home, but it will be prepared by both of us.”

“Deal.” I hurriedly threw on a pair of basketball shorts and a wife beater. Jade put down the towel and pulled her damp, wavy hair into a ponytail before moseying from the bed to the dresser. She must not have understood how hungry I really was. She slipped into black lace panties, cut-off denim shorts, and pulled a tight tank top over her braless breasts.

“Stop staring at my nipples,” she teased.

“They're at full attention. It would be rude of me not to give them mine.” I made her laugh.

We headed down to the kitchen joking with one another and Jade crossing her arms over her breasts so I couldn't see her nipples. I sat at the island in the kitchen.

She went to look in the refrigerator. “Don't get too comfortable. We're cooking together.”

“I'm awaiting your direction.”

“What are you in the mood to eat?” she asked, while scanning the shelves.

“Anything.”